Ultraman: What do you mean by saying L77 is about to explode?

Chapter 52 The Reckless Darramborg, the Spirited Young Man, Hitler

With his hands in his pockets, Caul strolled leisurely through the corridor adorned with vines typical of this time of year, his mood quite pleasant.

His face was filled with a "everything is under control" smile, and he even had the leisure to casually pick a fruit from the roadside viewing platform and throw it into his mouth.

"Hmm, sweet with a hint of sourness, it must be pesticide-free fruit, it's really good." Caul ate the fruit and gave himself a passing grade for his "Camilla Emotional Rescue Plan".

The best way to deal with straight men and yandere is never to make them confront each other head-on, but to let them get to know each other and force their focus to shift from whether he loves me to various real everyday emotions.

Kaul returned to the office.

"Mr. Caul! You're finally back!"

Tiga was overjoyed to see Kaul. He was very fond of Kaul himself, his thoughts, and Camilla, who had helped him out of a predicament.

Some even hit it off immediately.

Yu Lian's lips twitched. Just now, Tiga had shared a bunch of Kaul's opinions and ideas with her. The two of them got along like one person as soon as they met.

He was even closer to her than to Camilla.

"Mr. Kaul, what were you and Camilla talking about outside?" Tiga pointed to Camilla, who had just passed by the window.

"I just saw her walk by, she seemed really happy, and... she was even a little clumsy with her arms and legs?"

Upon hearing this, Kaul almost burst out laughing.

Camilla, so shy she's practically jumping around in unison? He didn't want to see...

"Tiga," Kaul sighed, and very naturally walked to the recliner next to him and sat down.

He didn't act like an outsider at all; instead, he looked like a master, with his legs crossed and his tone like that of an old man who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

"Sometimes I really wonder if what's in your head isn't a brain, but a pile of mush. Do you even know what it means for a young girl to be completely uncoordinated when she's in a state of extreme panic and with a rapidly beating heart?"

Tiga rubbed the back of his head: "All I know is that Camilla only tensed up like that when she wanted to spar with me."

Hahahaha.

Daga, who was sitting on a bench nearby, burst out laughing. He was holding a piece of jerky in his hand and was tearing it apart to feed Gedi, who was lying at his feet, while laughing loudly.

Completely disregarding that this was Yuzare's office, and also disregarding Tiga's feelings, he was invincible, and no one could control him.

"Tiga, I have to admit, in terms of being speechless, you are indeed the strongest warrior of light in the entire ancient world." Daga patted Gedi's big dog head and glanced at Tiga sideways.

"The fact that Camilla has tolerated you until now without hanging you on the exterior wall of the headquarters building with her light whip can only mean that she truly loves you, and loves you very deeply."

"Daga, even you say that..." Tiga felt even more aggrieved, as he was truly completely clueless when it came to romantic relationships.

Just as Tiga was about to humbly ask Kaul for advice on how to solve this problem, the office door, which was already somewhat rickety...

"Bang!"

The door was destroyed in an instant, and half of the huge door flew out.

"Commander! I'm not having it! Those money-grubbing bastards in the logistics department have cut my training ground budget again!"

A man dressed in a black robe with exaggeratedly muscular physique walked in.

The first impression this kind of person gives is that they are a reckless fool, or even an incredibly stupid one.

Because this is the commander's office.

It was Darram, the fitness fanatic of the guard regiment.

Following closely behind was a young man with an ancient, ethereal air, chewing on some kind of unknown leaf, who swaggered in.

"And that guy Soruka, Captain, I challenge him to a duel! He says he's the fastest in the world."

Hitler paced around his office, yelling as he did so.

Looking at this group of people, You Lian's already messy hair became even more exaggerated.

These idiots don't take her, their leader, seriously at all, and lately they've become increasingly arrogant.

Kaul sat in his chair, watching the two uninvited guests, and began to observe how these two good-for-nothings, who would soon disappear from the game, had turned evil.

The other two villain reservists of the Ancient Guard Corps are a muscular man and a spirited young man whose IQs are always in a state of deficit.

"Darram, Hitler."

Yu Lian put down her teacup, her eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light, and let out a sigh like Gatanothor's: "If you can't fill out the compensation bill for the door in two minutes, I don't mind sending you two to do unpaid community service for the next ten years."

Darram's expression froze instantly. He touched his head and took a step back.

Hitler also stopped spinning instantly, obediently leaning against the wall, taking the leaf out of his mouth, and standing very quietly by the wall.

"You two made quite a scene when you came out."

Caul spoke slowly, showing no fear whatsoever, and instead got up from the sofa.

"Who are you?" Darram frowned, looking at the alien emanating a dark aura. "Tiga, is this what you brought back from this mission?"

"Show some respect, Darram," Daga leaned against the wall, his tone cold and threatening. "He's my tenant and my friend. If that thing on your neck isn't just for decoration, you should learn to speak politely."

Although Darram was arrogant, he was still somewhat wary of Daga's strength. He snorted coldly and said nothing more.

"My name is Kaul, and I am the psychological counselor for the members of your team's Monster Sustainable Development and Security Team, specially hired by your team leader." Kaul had already agreed on his terms with Yu Lian.

He patted off non-existent dust from his clothes and calmly raised the banner.

Yu Lian rolled her eyes but didn't argue. As long as Kaul could deal with these energetic giants, she would accept it even if Kaul claimed to be an ancient high priest. Judging from his current performance, this alien was indeed capable.

She was willing to believe him, but it was only because Daga and Tiga, her two trump cards, vouched for him that she could use them directly.

After all, these giants these days... sigh...

"Psychological counseling?" Hitler raised an eyebrow, a hint of playfulness in his tone. "What psychological problems could we possibly have? We fight every single day to protect the Earth!"

"No, your problem is very big," Caul said sarcastically, shaking his finger.

"Darram, besides breaking sandbags in the training field and competing with everyone else to see who has the biggest pectoral muscles, what else do you do every day? Is this what you call invincible strength?"

Darram's face instantly flushed red: "I was training my body! How could that girl Daya compare to me?!"

"Who mentioned him?" Caul asked, and the guy reacted immediately.