The Butcher of Sargon (Renekton, The Butcher of The Sand in Arknight)
The rain had stopped. It was undoubtedly good news. On the third day of entering the Hotlands, the operators from Rhine Lab had lost their initial enthusiasm and had become extremely silent. The driver followed the instructions of Garde, who was sitting on the roof of the vehicle, avoiding dangerous areas and continuing to move forward...
The rain had stopped. It was undoubtedly good news. On the third day of entering the Hotlands, the operators from Rhine Lab had lost their initial enthusiasm and had become extremely silent. The driver followed the instructions of Garde, who was sitting on the roof of the vehicle, avoiding dangerous areas and continuing to move forward. Carnelian climbed onto the roof, braving the hot wind, and this time, she wisely sat behind Garde. As long as Garde was in front to shield the wind, sitting behind him might be cooler than staying inside the vehicle. “Why did you climb up?” “Hmph, the roof isn’t your exclusive VIP seat.” Carnelian scooted closer to Garde’s back, feeling much cooler instantly. However, his tail was in the way, which was a bit annoying. “Garde, can you stop moving your tail?”
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