Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

A white, round medical cart rushed out of the gate and hit her recliner directly, catching her off guard and causing her to fall to the ground.

Klushel got up from the ground, her face covered in dirt, and grabbed the round cart in a rage:

"Is there something wrong with your program? Why are you so flustered? This chair of mine is very expensive, and you almost broke it!!"

The red light on the car flashed rapidly and the horn beeped, as if a person was speaking incoherently due to extreme panic.

Koluchil patted the outer shell of the car in confusion, and couldn't help but wonder if it was really broken. Just when she wanted to repair it, footsteps suddenly came from the door again. She looked up in confusion and found that it was an unfamiliar Fifidia girl who was looking at her curiously.

"Miss, what brings you to the Engineering Department?"

The blood demon girl couldn't help but curl up her lips. She didn't recognize him, so he must be a new customer. She could take this opportunity to promote her products. Maybe she could make a small profit today.

"Is this the engineering department? Are there a lot of machines?"

"Of course! Of course we have everything. No matter what kind of machine it is, I can make it to order! Come in and take a look!!"

Kulusier reached out and grabbed Zumama's arm, and began to drag her into the store with a warm smile on her face. The original purpose of the Fidiya girl was to come in here, so she just went with the flow and walked in.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the car had already quietly slipped away from the back door while they were talking just now. This made Zumama, who came in, look around and sigh with regret. This sigh was immediately caught by Klushier's ears, making her feel that she had discovered a business opportunity.

"What's wrong? Is this customer not satisfied with the current product? You can completely trust our craftsmanship. If you have any special requirements, you can tell me. However, the price of special customization will be a little bit expensive..."

Koluchil couldn't help rubbing her fair little hands. The curve of her mouth became bigger and bigger, and her sharp fangs were revealed.

"I want a talking car. Do you have one?"

The girl Feidia has not forgotten her original intention and has not forgotten her original purpose.

"A talking car, maybe?..."

But Lucille understood what was going on in an instant. She did have a talking car, and she had personally participated in making it. And what the car had said just now also proved that the one chasing her car was the girl in front of her.

But Xiaoche is her beloved relative and friend. Even if the person in front of her can offer a high price for Xiaoche, Lucille is going to refuse it.

"You mean Lancet-2? She did come here to ask me for help, but I'm sorry, I won't sell her to you."

"It's fine if you don't sell it to me, but can you let me see her again? I want to have a good chat with her!!"

Zumama's expression was quite anxious. The reason why she was so reluctant to leave the car was because it showed her another possibility of machinery, a possibility that was brighter, greater, and more intoxicating. This possibility made her extremely excited, so she ran out without hesitation.

Now that she had the chance to see him again, she certainly didn't want to miss it. Just as she was about to say something, the expression on her face suddenly froze.

The sound of boots hitting the floor came from behind her, low and regular. And she only knew one person who wore such iron shoes in the whole Rhode Island - her boss, Mr. Claude.

For some reason, after she found Claude approaching her, she felt extremely guilty and almost turned around to run away. Just as she was about to take action, a hand wearing an iron glove tightly grasped her shoulder, just like an industrial robotic arm clamped her, making her unable to move.

"Dear Miss Zumama, I sincerely hope that you haven't caused any trouble during this time, such as dismantling other people's cars."

Claude's gloomy voice came from behind, and anyone could hear that he was not in a good mood at the moment. Zumama might not have noticed, but Krusil, who could see Claude, found that although there was no expression on Claude's face, there was a terrible majesty that oppressed her mind. He might not have done it on purpose, but Krusil found that when Claude had a cold face, she didn't even dare to breathe.

"Mr. Claude, you don't have to be so harsh. This lady didn't do anything to Lancet-2..."

Although she said so, she always felt that it would be inappropriate if she didn't say something at this moment, so she could only say this carefully.

Claude sighed and loosened his grip on Zumama's shoulders, and the terrible feeling of oppression disappeared.

"...Next time you want to do something, you should tell me in advance. After all, I brought you here. If you get into trouble, I will be to blame..."

The Phaedia girl nodded hurriedly, and the goggles on her head almost fell to the ground due to the violent shaking.

Claude walked into the room, found a chair and sat down, placing his helmet on the table:

"Okay, you can talk as you wish... By the way, Ms. Klushel, can I have a glass of this juice?"

"Of course no problem!! Just pour as much as you want, Mr. Claude."

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After that, everything was resolved without any danger. Zumama finally met the car she had been longing for, and lancet-2 also realized that she was not a pervert who was interested in the car. The man and the car finally reconciled, and they seemed to be chatting quite congenially. After a while, Zumama started calling her "big sister" all the time.

Claude was still drinking his juice, but he was drinking very slowly. Looking at the heartfelt smile on the face of the girl Fidelia, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly.

How peaceful it all is, this precious, sweet, and hard-to-find peace. For someone like him, this kind of peace is the most fragile and precious thing. Just looking at this picture is enough to calm his heart.

I took another big sip of juice, hmm... it tastes like orange.

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Until nightfall, Zumama was still reluctant to part with Lancet-2 and almost wanted to sleep in his charging room. It was Claude who dragged her back to the dormitory.

Gavial was very caring towards his fellow countryman and arranged for her to live in the same dormitory with his own, so after handing her over to Gavial, Claude returned to his own dormitory.

Pushing open the door of his room, this house has almost become his permanent residence. He stays here every time he visits Rhodes Island. Some careful Rhodes Island operators have been able to find him based on this. He is also very familiar with the layout of this room, so he did not rush to turn on the lights, but began to take off his armor.

No matter how much he likes to wear armor, he will still take it off when he sleeps in this safe place. By the way, he now wears the armor by himself. When upgrading the armor, he designed some buckles that can be opened and locked quickly, so that he can easily wear the armor even if he is alone.

After taking off his armor, he was left with only a white shirt, black trousers, and his belt. Claude then placed his finger on the light switch, and when the cold white light illuminated the room, he pulled a chair from the side and sat on it, then spoke:

"Miss Skadi, it's already late. Why do you come to my place instead of going to your room to rest?"

Standing in front of the window was Skadi, dressed in a black hunting suit. She did not bring her sword with her, and no one knew how long she had stayed in Claude's room.

Skadi's scarlet eyes stared at him, her lips slightly pursed, her long, thick, silver hair, as smooth as silk, almost reaching her heels, reflecting a warm glow under the light.

"You know them, you know what they are? ... Who are you?"

Claude unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.

"I thought you would ask me this question sooner."

"You really know!?"

A hint of excitement also appeared on Skadi's cold face, which was quite obvious.

"I can almost guess what those things are. They definitely can't be natural creatures... You must be hiding a lot of secrets."

Skadi's expression froze slightly.

"Miss Skadi, I remember your race is called the Agors, right? If it's not surprising, you should be living under the sea, which is why you are so familiar with that kind of creatures. And to be able to build a city under the sea, your technology should have reached a fairly advanced level."

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A few minutes later, Claude stood by the door to see Skadi out, but before bidding her farewell, he couldn't help but say a few words:

"Miss Skadi, if you want to ask me these questions, you can find a suitable occasion instead of sneaking into my house in the middle of the night. Do you know what impact this will bring?"

"??"

As expected, Skadi showed a puzzled expression. But Claude knew clearly that he would be in some big trouble.

"Perhaps you have different customs there, but here, this behavior has an unusual meaning... You have caused me some considerable trouble, Miss Skadi."

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 1: Changes ()

Sleep is a kind of enjoyment. Comfortable sleep will bring people complete relaxation. Wrapping yourself in a thick quilt, the strong sense of security and comfort will make people strongly dependent. This is the most comfortable moment of the day, especially when you don’t have to work and can lie in bed for a while after waking up.

Claude is in this state now. If no one disturbs him, he will lie down for about 10 minutes before getting dressed and getting up.

But this was destined to be impossible. As the door lock turned, a yellow figure suddenly leaped over from the door and hit him heavily, waking him up from his dazed state. However, this figure was also completely restless. After hitting him, it began to crawl around and soon lay on him, putting its face in front of him.

The crystal clear red eyes on the chubby face looked at Claude curiously. For Keobe, it was the first time she saw Claude like this.

The two people were quite close to each other, and Claude could feel the girl's fresh breath. It seemed that she had brushed her teeth before coming. Knowing that he could not sleep any more, Claude could not help but stand up, but still wrapped himself in the quilt, because he simply did not know how to wear something as troublesome as pajamas, and was worried about getting his clothes dirty and wrinkled, so he did not wear any clothes at all, only a pair of shorts.

"Okay, Xiao Ke, get out of the way and let me put on my clothes."

The girl jumped off his bed obediently, but turned around and looked at him straight, with no intention of avoiding him at all. Claude sighed and didn't say anything else. He lifted the quilt and put on his shirt and trousers before the quilt fell.

"What's the matter? I asked you to come to see me so early in the morning."

Claude asked Ceobe while putting on his boots. This was the first time that Ceobe came to him so early in the morning.

"There's such a delicious smell in the cafeteria today!! I heard that if you go too late, it will be gone, so I hurried to find Claude!! Let's go!"

As Claude expected, there were only a few things that could make Xiaoke so anxious.

"Then wait a moment, I'll put on my armor..."

"It's too late to put it on!! The delicious food is about to be sold out, let's go first!"

It seemed that Ceobe didn't want to wait even a moment, so she grabbed Claude's arm and dragged him out. Claude hesitated for a moment, but didn't insist. He put the shoulder armor in his hand back on the shelf, then walked out the door with the force that Ceobe pulled him, and didn't forget to turn back and close the door.

"Then let me see what delicious food it is that almost makes Xiao Ke's soul disappear."

"It smells really good! It smells like meat! It makes me drool just by smelling it!"

"Okay, okay, let's go quickly, or else they'll be sold out by others."

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Although Claude stayed in bed for a while, it was only 6:50 in the morning. However, this child's spirit was so scary that he must have gotten up at four or five o'clock.

Two people lined up at the cafeteria window. At this time, the operators who had missions would naturally leave early, and the operators who didn't have missions would probably come here to eat later. I don't know what happened today, maybe the special dishes were too tempting, so many operators came here early to line up.

Because there were too many people in front of them and there were no signs around, they didn't know what the special dishes were yet, but Claude's nose moved slightly and he smelled a very mellow and appetizing aroma. He was sure that these smells contained the aroma of meat and the rich taste of cheese.

With anticipation, they moved slowly with the team, and soon it was their turn to walk to the window.

Unexpectedly, today's chef was a Fengti man they had never seen before. He had medium-length black hair, a strong body, and a friendly smile on his face.

Claude smiled and nodded, then leaned his head out to look at the delicious food being heated on the stove.

But then his expression froze, because what appeared in front of him was not the warm stew he had imagined, but pot after pot of white thick soup, which looked quite strange.

"Excuse me, what kind of food is this?"

"This is Shelagh's specialty cheese hot pot. It tastes very good. Sir, you must try it."

The sturdy Fengti man enthusiastically recommended this so-called cheese hot pot to Claude. Although it looked quite strange, the smell wafting from it was quite tempting, so Claude did not hesitate and ordered four servings immediately. If it was really delicious, he would also pack up a few more and share some with his companions.

Two people brought the four cheese hot pots to the table. There was an insulating wooden board under the boiling stone pot, so there was no need to worry about burning the table top. The cheese hot pots, which had just been taken off the fire, were steaming hot. This kind of food is best eaten while it is hot, so the two people did not delay and each picked up a portion and prepared to eat.

There were various ingredients cooked in the hot cheese, and I thought it would taste weird, but it was unexpectedly delicious. Ceobe burned her tongue because she ate too quickly, and now she was sticking her tongue out to breathe, which made Claude laugh and cry, but after a while, Ceobe couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and started eating again.

They had not completely left Sargon yet, and the weather was still hot. Eating such calorie-rich food made them sweat profusely in a short while, but the satisfaction and stimulation to the taste buds brought by the food still made people unable to stop. Claude did not miss the opportunity to buy a lot of cheese hot pot again, preparing to give it to his companions to taste later.

"By the way, which country is Kjerag? I've never heard of it before."

After eating and drinking, Claude thought of what the other party had said about Shelag. It seemed that it should be a cold place, otherwise there would not be such high-calorie food.

Ceobe was a little dazed, and the expression on her face told Claude that she knew nothing.

"It's okay, just continue eating."

Reaching out and rubbing Xiao Ke's soft big ears and smooth hair, Claude made up his mind to check out where Shelagh is. This was not because he had any intention, but just to satisfy his curiosity.

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The wind and snow outside the window never stop. In this bitterly cold Ursus, spring is short and weak, and winter is long and cruel. People can hardly even notice the arrival of spring, as it has already gone away. Only the cold, cruel, unchanging winter is always watching over the people on this land.

"Okay, this is our preliminary understanding of the history of the Four Emperors' War. Although it is only a rough understanding, it can lay the foundation for the next step of learning. This is today's lesson."

This is a woman who can be called beautiful. Her gray hair is carefully combed, and even the two pairs of ear feathers on her head are not a bit messy. She has a tall and well-proportioned figure, full of feminine charm. Her long legs in black stockings are full, round, slender and delicate.

Even the black long dress she was wearing was full of sense of design, embellished with red and white, making her look solemn and elegant. At this moment, her cold eyes were filled with a gentle smile. As the bell rang, she walked out of the classroom door.

Such an elegant and beautiful lady should have attracted a lot of attention, but strangely, few students and teachers passing by focused their attention on her, as if she was just a ball of transparent air floating by. Even the crisp sound of her black high heels hitting the floor failed to attract anyone's attention.

She walked gracefully through the streets and alleys and came to her own apartment, just like a young female teacher, intellectual and elegant.

It wasn't until she walked into her room and sat down on a simple wooden chair that some other expression appeared on her face.

"Are you sure this information is true?"

It looked like someone was talking to himself in the house, but then a voice appeared, changing the atmosphere in the room completely.

"Yes, sir, we can confirm the accuracy of this intelligence. Target No. 1 is indeed in Rhodes Island."

The answer from this voice made the woman completely silent. Her smooth forehead wrinkled slightly, as if she was thinking about something. Her two round and slender thighs overlapped and pressed against each other.

"I need more accurate intelligence, not this rough news."

After a while, the woman's voice sounded again.

"Yes, according to the intelligence transmitted by our secret line, Target No. 1 and most of the important targets are all in Rhodes Island. It has been 49 hours so far. I don't know whether they have left. Our people can't get into that land ship."

The situation looked very strange. There was only the woman in the room, but there was another voice coming out of nowhere, constantly answering her questions.

"Have you investigated Rhodes Island's next direction?"

"We have investigated clearly that if there are no accidents along the way, Rhodes Island will first reach the Dragon Gate of Yan Country, and then reach Casimir through the Dragon Gate."

"Longmen..."

The woman's sharp eyes narrowed involuntarily, as if she had some reaction to this location.

Silence fell again in this small apartment. The conditions here were far from luxurious, but they were not shabby either. The bedding was thick and warm, the walls were white, the furniture was intact, and there was even a warm heating supply. This living condition was enough to make most civilian families in Ursus envious.