Different Paths

But since W took the initiative, Oute didn't mind recovering naturally. After all, there were plenty of bodies and skins available for work.

The Sarkaz girl's touch was a bit rough, but it was just right for Oute's over-exerted body.

"Since you're being so proactive, then I'll leave it to you." With that, Oute fell stiffly to the ground as if a power had been cut off.

W blushed and quickly pulled Oute into her arms, hurriedly and carefully placing Oute head on her lap while yelling, "You stinky otter! Hey! Wake up!"

After a short delay, and after communicating with Laurentina, Specter's eyes turned cold.

"First of all, even my physical body is not so fragile that it would die."

It's just at the level of "wanting to die or live".

The Sarkaz girl breathed a sigh of relief, "You should have said so earlier..."

When she looked up, she saw that the staff backstage were all staring at her with strange looks.

W instantly bristled. "What are you looking at! Is there something strange!?"

"I have something to discuss with Patriot, so I'm leaving my body in your care, W."

"Hey! You stinky otter! I haven't agreed yet!" The Sarkaz girl was about to get up, but she couldn't bear to leave Oute's body in her arms.

While she was struggling with her decision, Amiya caught up with the nun and turned back to warn her, "Don't do anything strange to Doc Otter's body!"

But this actually gave W a wake-up call.

Oh! Right!

It is possible to do something to... his body...

A blush crept up the Sarkaz girl's earlobes.

Because of her own recklessness, and the fact that she achieved her first kill in such a bizarre manner, W can hardly be described as "indulging in pleasure".

Driven by a vague, budding affection, she unconsciously craved more contact with Oute. It didn't matter if it was intimate or not; it seemed that just smelling his scent, just staring at his face, was enough to make W lose herself in thought for a long time...

"Snap out of it."

Kal'tsit waved her hand in front of her.

"Damn Kal'tsit! I haven't done anything yet!" W yelled.

"... What are you planning to do now?"

A strong, low-pressure atmosphere emanated from Kal'tsit.

"Gulp... There's nothing there!"

"Take his body to the Medical Department," Kal'tsit ordered.

That despicable old woman!

The Sarkaz girl gritted her teeth and obediently complied.

You wait! Wait until I'm in charge!

The Del Diener has gradually developed!

Once we return to Kazdel, we'll recruit more new soldiers, and then our role will be more important than your Medical Department!

The nun's skirt fluttered past from the corner of the young man's field of vision.

"...So, this script has a lot of potential..." Nian, who was still trying to seduce the photographer, suddenly realized something. She frowned as she watched Specter and Amiya leave.

Was that the impression she gave off before?

Click waved his hand. "I'm just an amateur explorer, a personal creator. Forget about making movies!"

Then, in a boastful tone, he said, "No, no, no, it's alright, this is just a mockumentary..."

That 'guest' was quite lively.

Closure played with her Malta Foundation Medal, First Class, in front of everyone, and casually started a conversation, like a fisherman, about getting "lost".

"Alright, alright, I know you got the First Class Medal..." Mel slumped weakly onto the table, her chest, concealed by her fitted sweater, twitched slightly.

"Leaving Rhine Lab for a medal is a bit too superficial..." Mel almost rolled on the ground. "Ugh! But I want it so badly! I want Oute to hang the medal around my neck himself!"

Weedy carefully patted Mel on the shoulder with her gloved hand. "Even at Rhine Lab, it doesn't affect your relationships with everyone!"

"You wretched Weedy! You got a first-class medal too, didn't you!?" Mel puffed out her cheeks and hugged her mechanical otter tightly.

Watching the farce unfold in the Engineering Department, Ace said to the operators, "A bet's a bet!"

He downed the beer in one gulp.

Under the influence of alcohol, Scout boasted, "I told you, Closure said she didn't care, she'd definitely be dizzy all over!"

Your tongue is so big!

"Nonsense! I don't have it!"

"Miss Amiya, do you know where the Doctor is?" Natalya seized the opportunity and intercepted Amiya and her companion near the elevator on the deck.

"Huh?" Amiya was taken aback, but she managed to suppress the urge to turn and look at the nun.

Specter casually confused, "Do you want to ask where Doctor. Oute is?"

This is a tricky question; "Dr. Oute 'Doctor other" can also be seen as "Doctor. Oute's body."

But Natalya pondered for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "Never mind... since I haven't met him in person, knowing where he is is useless."

Natalya was naturally aware of Oute's blatant attempt to swallow up the entire Rostov Industries. Under these circumstances, he repeatedly refused to meet with the person who now best represented Rostov...

Even if you know Oute's location, you still won't be able to see him.

That's a good assessment, but it's a pity you actually got to meet the person this time.

Natalya looked directly into Amiya's eyes and said sincerely, "Miss Amiya, I hope you can help me convey a message..."

The mature-looking young woman before him, younger than Oute, is named Natalya Vina Rostova. "Vina" signifies her father's name, Andrei, while "Rostova" is a feminine variant of Rostov.

The Rostov Family were originally squires of an Earl, but after the Great Rebellion, they rose to prominence as a new noble Rostov Family and gained everything that Earl. As one of the new nobles, the Rostov Family had a close relationship with Earl Boris and could even be said to have a very high status in Chernobog.

If Ursus retains the Chernobog administrative structure, and Natalya is willing, she has a very high probability of becoming the new mayor of Chernobog.

"... Rostov is willing to offer Chernobog to the Pegasus."

Chapter 275 Different Paths

This is a valuable proposal, but Oute doesn't intend to discuss it with Natalya right now.

"...Take this, Miss Natalya." Amiya paused for a moment, then pulled a leaf out of her blind spot.

It is golden in color, but it is made of crystal shell.

"What kind of certificate is this?"

Amiya said, "This is Doctor. Oute's personal passbook; you can use it to find him when he's not working."

What kind of leaf is this...? What does it suggest?

Natalya was somewhat confused, but Amiya offered no further explanation.

Because she didn't know either.

The gate opened, and the bright moonlight shone on their shoulders.

Amiya skipped around and asked, "What kind of leaf is that? Why does Doc Otter always like to use this leaf?"

The nun opened her palms, and golden fan-shaped leaves flowed out like a spring.

"Those are ginkgo leaves," Oute replied. "A kind of... ancient plant that lives in isolation. It grows slowly and has a long lifespan; it can even live for thousands of years if not intentionally disturbed."

"In my hometown, it was once prosperous, leaving behind countless fossils in the strata."

"But the long years have destroyed all of the ginkgo's 'friends' and 'enemies.' No animals eat the ginkgo's fruit or leaves anymore, and no diseases or bacteria can infect this ancient species."

"From being scattered throughout the entire 'world' to a series of isolated island territories, the ginkgo family is on its last legs."

Just like the remnants of a pre-civilization landscape, just like that solitary and increasingly extreme "ultimate solution".

Amiya felt that sense of shared misfortune.

What Oute described did not seem to be the species "ginkgo," but rather his... kind.

"But precisely because of this, once we immerse ourselves in its beautiful leaves and its long history, we can easily plant it anywhere we want!"

Oute seemed oblivious to his excitement, repeating, "Anywhere!"

Golden fan blades, emerging from the radiant nun's palm, danced in the moonlight.

Although it was leaving her, it looked as if it were rushing towards her, like a moth drawn to a flame.

Amiya wrapped her arms around the nun's waist and murmured, "Yes, anywhere."

"Doc Otter, we'll be with you wherever you go."

She closed her eyes, as if the body she was embracing did not belong to Specter, as if the body she was holding belonged to Oute himself.

Amiya held him tightly, as if she could never hold Oute like that again.

"Amiya."

"Um!"

"Why did you suddenly hug me? I can't walk like this."

"..."

"We still need to see the Patriot."

"Doc Otter... you're really good at ruining the mood," the little rabbit said helplessly. "It's clearly just like with everyone else... no, nothing at all."

Even when he's with other girls, he's perfectly aware of everything, so why can't he sense my feelings...?

"Get in the car quickly, and hold on tight to your waist."

"Yes!"

On the snowmobile with the sled removed, the little rabbit sweetly hugged the nun's waist, smelling the soapy scent on her body, and presumptuously regarded her as a substitute for Oute's main body's meal.