Blue Sword

Medea walked quickly through the woodland.

At first her face turned cold, she just wanted to scare Aske, and even the tears she shed later, she also cried on purpose to show him.

After all, succubi have an almost instinctive racial talent in understanding men's psychology and performance.

However, I don’t know why, but after I was completely out of Asik’s sight, I couldn’t stop crying.

Like the flood that opened a small opening in the dam, it gradually became unblockable and turned into a miserable wail.

So Ask, why didn't you catch up?

Arriving at the edge of the small lake in the forest, Medea, who had become hoarse from crying, stopped sobbing and silently squatted down with her knees in her arms. Regardless of the mud on the ground, she sat down sadly and buried her face between her knees.

So, what on earth am I crying about...

It's so embarrassing...

She wiped away the tears on her face hard, but she couldn't wipe them clean. More tears were still falling down, so Medea took a handful of water from the lake and washed her whole face. Wet thoroughly.

Okay, no one can tell I'm crying now.

After sniffing aggrievedly, Medea stared blankly at the reflection on the lake, and then heard Hildelife's voice behind her:

"Medea?"

"Hydrifa?" Medea tried to stand up in a panic, but almost failed to stand firm.

"Are you crying?" Hidrifa stared at her face.

"No, I mean..." Medea took a deep breath, "The sand got into my eyes and I can't get them out. It's very uncomfortable."

"That must be a very bad grain of sand." Hidrifa said seriously.

Medea:………………

She actually couldn't understand whether Hidrifa meant something or just said it casually.

"Do you mind if I sit next to you?" Hidrifa asked.

Medea shook her head.

So Hildelifa sat down next to her, hugged her knees like her, and looked at the other side of the lake silently.

The two girls just looked at the scenery in silence. After about ten minutes, Sidrifa suddenly asked in a low voice:

"Medea, how does it feel to like someone?"

"Hmm." Medea thought for a long time and said, "It's probably... the feeling of being stabbed in the softest place in your heart. As long as he goes a little deeper, you will bleed."

"Then, won't it hurt?" Hidrifa asked in surprise.

"Yes." Medea unconsciously hugged her knees tightly, "It hurts. Even the strongest person can't help but shed tears."

"That's it." Hidrifa said quietly.

After a few minutes, she said:

"I can probably understand the pain you are talking about. It is indeed quite uncomfortable."

"Oh." Medea didn't look at her, just continued to stare at the lake and said, "You also like the leader?"

"Hmm." Hidliba picked up a stone from the side and threw it into the lake, causing ripples.

"When did it happen?" Medea thought she would be angry, but in the end there was no emotion in her heart... Anyway, there were enough women who liked that scumbag.

"I don't know." Hidrifa shook her head blankly.

Medea was silent for a long time, and then picked up a piece of hand from the side. She was stunned for a long time.

"It turns out you don't know either." She murmured, and gradually her wry smile returned.

The two of them kept throwing stones into the water as if they were drifting away. Sidrifa's landing point was relatively stable, but Medea was thrown almost casually, causing messy splashes and ripples everywhere.

"Will there be any good results?" Hidrifa sighed.

"Not necessarily." Medea said, "In fact, many things like this do not have good results."

"What should we do?" Hidrifa asked.

"Not much," Medea replied.

"Then are you willing?" Hidrifa asked.

"What can I do if I don't give in?" Medea's face darkened, "Can I still stop him?"

"Why not?" Hidrifa looked at him in surprise.

"Because..." Medea opened her mouth.

"Because we are not strong enough." Hidrifa answered for her. "If we are strong enough, can we keep the leader by our side?"

"Well, of course." Medea smiled, "But if you force him to stay, it can't be considered true love."

"So it doesn't work?" Hildelife was a little annoyed and threw the stone in her hand into the lake.

"Not necessarily." Medea said, gradually making a decision in her heart.

Even if he doesn't forgive him afterwards, at least...

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With this mission completed, everyone from Cang Qing Sword will set off to find the second Hearth Fire Island.

During this period, he also asked His Majesty Maya to send a half-elf messenger to the city of Valencia to report a letter to the head of the Bull Mercenary Group, to the effect that we have exceeded the mission by 120%.

As for Roger Deslar, the leader of the Bull Mercenary Group who was far away in Valencia, the expression on his face was naturally wonderful after receiving the news.

Okay, I just asked you to contact the half-elves to see if you can talk about forming an alliance... How did you manage to unify the other party's internal separatist forces in the process of sending the letter?

In any case, this result was indeed far beyond the expectations of the Bull Mercenary Group, and even Deslar could already imagine how furious the face of Deputy Commander Ferdinand would be.

Of course, as the grand leader, he also heard about the exclusive business of the Aragonese royal family in Lusitania.

However, these things are destined not to affect the pace of Cang Qing Sword, because they are about to set off from the mainland and head to the depths of the Atlantic Ocean in the west to find traces of a mysterious island.

"More than five thousand kilometers from the mainland?" Sheila said in surprise, "Ask, you have to know that even from Constantinople to the westernmost tip of the mainland, where we are, the straight-line distance is only more than three thousand kilometers. . Not to mention we have to sail such a long distance on the sea!"

"Actually, it's not that exaggerated." Eleanor reminded her, "First of all, we have Hearth Island in hand, and the problem of supply reserves that ordinary ships encounter does not exist for us."

"So what about the location?" Sheila asked rhetorically, "There is no reference point on the sea, and we don't have navigators who are familiar with the Atlantic Ocean. What should we do if we get lost? What should we do if the ship is hit by a storm and sinks? Is it possible that any of us has the spirituality to support it? Flying back to the mainland with ancient books?"

"It's not possible at this stage." Medea said with a smile, "However, it may not be possible in a month."

"What do you mean?" Silla frowned.

"Peggy is already Level 19." Ask replied, "In the next month, as long as she completes the conceptualization of the body and the weaving of laws, and crosses the demigod threshold of Level 20, we can greatly improve our overseas performance. survival rate.”