Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Sometimes late at night, the doctor would indeed engage in some pathological behaviors alone in his room, saying things that sounded ominous in the system chat interface, venting his possessiveness.

However, these are all little secrets that belong only to the Doctor, and even Kal'tsit doesn't know them.

“Of course I know that, Dr. Kal'tsit.”

The doctor pretended to be calm, but he couldn't suppress his inner joy.

When the bronze giant appeared on Rhodes Island, the Doctor flexibly grabbed the giant's arm, and Lotin lifted her up as well, even though this would unite Laurentina and Skadi in hatred.

Every time Theresa sees the Doctor and Lotin together, she is reminded of the explosive scene she witnessed that night.

W, on the other hand, was worried that she might be locked up in Rhodes Island's solitary confinement cell again.

Clearly, her worries this time were unnecessary. She should be more concerned about how to deal with the Rhodes Island operators who were hostile towards her, after all, she had once been stained with the blood of Rhodes Island operators because of a self-inflicted injury she had co-starred in with them.

"Mr. Nautilus, can I understand that you have acquired enough power to reverse a tsunami?"

Although she had already witnessed many outlandish scenarios, Kal'tsit still chose to conduct one more seemingly rational confirmation.

“Your understanding is correct, Dr. Kal'tsit.”

"Prepare to depart for Iberia."

As Lotin brushed past Kal'tsit, he deliberately whispered to her:

Have you been listening to your mother lately?

Kal'tsit's tail immediately stood straight up, her fair face flushed red, and she almost squeezed out a few tears from the endless humiliation.

"I've been getting along very well with the PhD student lately."

Kal'tsit managed to maintain her last bit of composure in front of Amiya. If we're talking about harmony—the Doctor would let her lie on his lap and stroke her fur—that's probably what you'd call harmony.

However, she was too ashamed to say it out loud.

"Then you've made some progress, Kal'tsit."

When they spoke privately, Luo Ting stopped referring to her as "doctor."

Lotin then exchanged a few pleasantries with Amiya, checking on the physical and mental condition of this young leader of Rhodes Island.

Unsurprisingly, Amiya has been doing quite well lately, and she even thanked Lotin for the significant improvement in the Doctor's living conditions.

That night, Rhodes Island continued its nighttime patrols toward Iberia, but Lotin had a premonition that something was about to happen, so he did not choose to rest. Besides, if he rested, there was a chance that the Originium Ghost would summon him to listen to her extremely out-of-control hysteria.

However, this is not a big deal, as Luo Ting has always held the reins of the dream.

Lotin carefully held Laurentina in his arms. She said she wanted to see real stars, so he carried his nun to the deck of Rhodes Island.

His little nun was very happy. She happily counted the stars in the sky and soon fell asleep.

As always, Loting kept watch over her.

Not far from Rhodes Island, a thirsty hunter stood in the desert.

She was walking on yellow sand and gravel, which seemed different from the fine sea sand she walked on in her hometown.

The dry, cold wind made her mucous membranes uncomfortable, and the dehydration made her slightly irritable.

Indeed, the scent of blood relatives emanated from this massive ship belonging to land dwellers.

With superhuman jumping ability and extraordinary stealth skills, he was even able to evade Rhodes Island's surveillance when its defense system was turned off.

Where are her blood relatives?

The tall, aloof hunter looked around, and a metal sculpture caught her eye.

The moonlight shone on the brass diving suit, refracting a cold light that reminded the hunter of the spotlights on the fishing boats of his hometown, sending a chill down his spine.

Nestled in the embrace of a massive metal sculpture, a petite and beautiful nun sleeps peacefully, as if she were the most delicate and fragile doll, needing special care and attention.

Was that brass sculpture her work? Ah, she was originally a sculptor; if it weren't for those beasts, she would probably be immersed in the world of dance and sculpture.

"You've finally arrived, though you're late."

It wasn't Laurentina who spoke, but this brass sculpture, a ten-meter-tall metal giant.

Hearing the accented Agorian, the hunter frowned, but still greeted him quite elegantly.

"Sir, the woman in your hands has a special status; she needs to return to her original duties."

The woman's voice was cold and rational, her Agorian vocabulary was impeccable, and her posture and movements were flawless, conforming to Agorian etiquette.

She was calm and rational, trying to reason with a stranger who, in her view, didn't know the truth.

"you......?"

The bronze giant groaned and looked at the poker-faced Agor woman.

“I am her boss, and I need to be responsible for her.”

Perhaps because the other party was speaking Agor, the hunter was interpreting Laurentina's duties according to the standards for treating Agorian citizens.

The only response she received was from the giant's eerie eyes and a blinding yellow light.

His incredibly strong arms held Laurentina tightly in his embrace.

“She is my nun, my mouthpiece, my spokesperson, you cannot take her away.”

The giant stood up, his shadow obscuring the Agorian woman dressed as a hunter before him. She was indeed very polite and rational, frighteningly calm, explaining her unspeakable troubles with the patience one would show to an Agorian citizen.

But Lotin still refused to hand over his nun to anyone.

Even though he knew from the beginning that this poker-faced Agor woman was the captain of the second deep-sea hunter squadron, Laurentina's former boss, Gretia.

"And you, the bewildered hunter."

“Let’s talk. That’s much better than you wandering around aimlessly on land like this.”

Lotin knew Gladys's character; she would accept the offer. She wouldn't be so reckless as to take radical action without knowing anything; that wasn't her style.

"No, who are you?"

Goredia gripped her spear warily, a hunter's instinct.

"Just a salvage worker passing by."

"Salvage workers who want to eliminate the monster in the sea."

"I think that since you're so attentive to even the ramblings of those deep-sea cultists, you should be able to patiently gather enough information."

"Right, Gretia?"

Of course, Greta would listen to Lotin finish speaking, especially since Laurentina was still in his grasp.

Chapter 218: No, where are my teammates?

"I'll assume you might be a citizen of Agor, so I'll be patient and wait for you to provide enough information."

Goredia still gripped the spear tightly in her hand. She couldn't sense any oppression or hostility from the massive metal object in front of her, as if it had been deliberately concealed and hidden.

“First of all, that ‘nun’ is a member of the Agor military forces, so I, as the Agor governor, request that you bring her back to her unit.”

“I don’t know what happened between you and that ‘nun.’ She obviously has a more important mission to attend to.”

Given the mention of Deepsea Cultists in the other person's words and their apparent obsession with Laurentina in this appearance, Greta remained wary that the other person might be a Deepsea Cultist.

"Alright alright."

"Your Excellency, how much do you know about the monsters of the sea?"

Goredia thought the other person must be crazy, actually asking her how much she knew about Haisi in front of an Agor governor.

She still regretted giving the other person so much patience to squander; in her view, this so-called communication was meaningless.

"Unreasonable."

“I believe I have fulfilled my obligation to explain to the fullest extent possible. Now I will consider taking coercive measures.”

Goredia issued a threat and a warning; this was her ultimatum.

But the brass giant merely raised a finger and hissed:

"Keep your voice down, my nun is sleeping soundly. I promised to protect her sweet dreams."

"She is first and foremost my teammate."

Grandia emphasized this point, unable to understand why the other person referred to Laurentina as "his nun."

"Then you should refrain from disturbing her peaceful sleep, Your Excellency."

The starlight shone on Laurentina's sleeping face; she had grown accustomed to falling asleep peacefully under Lotin's protection.

"Are you keeping my hunter captive, depriving her of her freedom, and making her weak and vulnerable?"

Grandia confirmed Laurentina's current state; she was indeed more relaxed and peaceful than ever before.

“I sheltered her from madness and torment, and so she willingly prayed only for me.”

Where were you when your team members were suffering so much?

"There are no hunters for you here, only my nun."

Lotin stated that he did indeed pull Laurentina out of the Abyss Dream himself, and that he fed the biscuits to the mad nun. He added that the arrogance unique to the Agorians emanating from Gretia was even greater than that of Skadi back then.

"Governor, put down your Argol arrogance."

"You have no right to slander the bond between me and my nun..."

"To put it bluntly, this ship is heading to Iberia to confront the monsters in the abyss."

However, for Agorian elites like Goredia, changing their mindset requires a long time and the right opportunity.

There was some reasonable ground in Goredia's skepticism, but it was mostly Argoll's self-righteousness.

Loting was quite displeased with this arrogant and condescending attitude, and he decided to respond.

Unsurprisingly, Goredia frowned during one of Lotin's "almost delirious" remarks.

Even the mighty Agor is struggling to withstand the threat of the Sea Monster, so where does this unknown salvage worker get the confidence to claim that he will drive away the sea monster?

"It's you! You're still alive!"

The song drifted through the ship's pipes, the scent of the sea seeped from the bulkheads, and Skadi felt the pulse of her blood relatives.

A cooler and stronger ocean scent than Laurentina.

Skadi judged that this could only be the scent of other deep-sea hunters.

"Life is precious. I am also glad to see that you are still alive."

Despite the reunion with her blood relative, Skadi couldn't discern even a trace of "gratification" in her expression.

"You failed to protect your own flesh and blood. Why did you let her fall into the hands of outsiders? Skadi, I need a reasonable explanation."

Goredia's grip on her weapon never loosened; Skadi's appearance gave her hope that she could sort out the situation.

"She was very weak, tormented by the stone disease of the land people, and it was Nautilus who provided her with shelter."

When Greta heard the name "Nautilus," for a moment, she genuinely thought the orca was adorably silly.

She remembered: the tall brass diver, the betrayed salvager, the familiar bedtime story of Nautilus.

I never expected Skadi to believe in such things.

“He is Haisi’s mortal enemy, but Nautilus is trustworthy. Together we fought our way out of the occupied Iberian territory.”

The fact that Skadi's venomous blood sees it as a harmful natural environment and fears it is the best proof of this.

Moreover, she did indeed receive a lot of protection in her daily life with Luo Ting, so much so that she became deeply immersed in it and could not extricate herself.

"Nautilus has gathered enough power to face the Sea Kings, and now we are heading to Iberia with the people of Rhodes Island."

Gladys was the strictest hunter Skadi remembered. Her appearance here, disregarding Laurentina's wishes to take her away, was incomprehensible to Skadi. However, she still believed that the problem could be resolved through communication.

“Skadi, as a hunter, why would you believe such absurd nonsense? You should know better than anyone how dangerous things in the sea really are.”

To Goredia's surprise, Skadi also sided entirely with the bronze giant.

Like Laurentina, she is currently in a very relaxed state.

Goredia couldn't understand how, even if one could temporarily escape the curse of the sea on land, the fragile land dwellers who viewed them as monsters could not possibly make a deep-sea hunter feel comfortable and relaxed.

"Seeing is believing, Gladys. Laurentina and I have both witnessed firsthand the miracles created by the power of Nautilus."

"He is a being so powerful that it requires ocean currents to be stirred up to create tsunamis to block it."