The sea monster Xiu Shen was eliminated, the Dead Curtain Strait suddenly became quiet, and the Beaver had already left here and disappeared.
The three of them returned to the small island on the back of Xiu Snake. After Xiu Snake was defeated, Eva dived into the sea and disappeared.
The starry sky after the storm was exceptionally clean without any clouds. The waves rushed onto the beach and met a pair of black boots. At this time, Reina was hugging her legs and sitting next to the boots, looking at the sea.
Suddenly, a warm and comfortable touch came from behind, and someone covered her body with a white robe.
"You'll catch a cold if you sit here."
Gianna sat next to Rena with her bare feet.
"Sister Gianna."
"What's wrong?"
Gianna smiled and looked at Reina. She gave people a very reliable feeling. Just sitting next to her made people feel at ease.
"I'm a little worried about Eva. I don't know if she will be in danger."
Reina said.
Jaina stretched out her hand and put it on Rena's shoulder, letting her lean against her.
"Don't worry, for her, the sea is her home. Maybe she has returned to her tribe now."
"Um……"
Rena quietly leaned against Gianna's side, and the two of them kept looking at each other. Unknowingly, the exhausted Reina fell into a deep sleep.
"He's still a kid."
Jaina smiled bitterly, then picked her up and walked towards the only light on the island with her boots.
On a simple bonfire made of stones, several fishes were roasting on the fire with a trident stuck in it. The devil Richard was sitting aside, processing a piece of smooth leather with red spots.
That was the leather cut from the Xiu Snake. Since the meat was not tasty, the Demon King only kept this piece of skin.
"If the little mermaid knew you were cooking fish with a trident, she would be furious."
Gianna came back carrying Rena on her back, and she placed Reina in a temporary shelter made of wood, with a bed made of leaves.
"Whatever, I am the owner of the trident now, and I am free to use it however I want."
The Demon King said nonchalantly. He cut open the leather and used magical magic to squeeze out the moisture inside. Suddenly, the leather shrank to one-tenth of its original size.
Jaina bent down to pick up a piece of wood and put it in the bonfire. The Demon King noticed the white gloves on her hands, covering her entire wrist. She was wearing them all the time. Are all nobles so particular?
She flipped her hair and sat on the sand covered with leaves.
"You don't seem worried at all."
She looked at the bonfire, and the flames illuminated the side of her fair face, giving people the illusion of sparkling light.
"There's no point worrying about this kind of thing. It will all fall into place in the end anyway."
The Demon King replied calmly.
"Then what if no one finds us and we stay on this island for the rest of our lives?"
"Then I don't mind becoming the king of this island." The Demon King glanced at Jaina teasingly, and she immediately blushed and coughed dryly.
"Speaking of which, someone as powerful as you shouldn't be unknown." She quickly changed the subject.
The Demon King smiled, blew the crumbs on the leather, and said, "I think I am quite famous, but you don't know it."
"But I have never heard of the name Richard, and I rarely hear the name."
Hearing this, the Demon King stopped what he was doing, and she didn't know if it was Jaina's illusion. She felt that the flames seemed to be much weaker.
"The devil who overturns the world, the devil who represents destruction and fear, these are some of my names, have you heard of them?"
Jaina blinked, the expression on her face was a little subtle.
"Then should I thank the Demon King for not killing me?"
She tilted her head towards the devil as if joking, and suddenly a gust of wind blew by, her blue hair gently blowing up, revealing a touch of red jade neck on her slightly folded collar.
"You are really a princess."
The Demon King said to himself.
"What?"
"It's nothing. Why would I, as the Demon King, kill you as a human? This has been bothering me for a long time," the Demon King said.
Jaina chuckled, thinking that he was still pretending.
"Isn't it normal for demon kings to kill humans? Is there anything strange about it?"
"It's strange. Is this a prejudice? Why do you think that the devil is the kind of cold-blooded murderer who only kills innocent people indiscriminately?" said the devil.
"But that's a fact. After all, so many humans died at the hands of the Demon King."
The Demon King shook his head and said, "No, the number of those who died in battle is not even half of those who died of illness or starvation."
Jaina's smile slowly froze and she said, "That may be because of fate, the fate between the Demon King and the Hero."
The Demon King sighed.
"Fate? Who decides it?"
"God."
"Which god is so boring?"
The devil's words were full of helplessness and loneliness.
Jaina was silent. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing.
"By the way, can I lend you your hand?"
The devil suddenly said.
"Eh? Hand?"
Jaina was a little confused and hesitantly stretched out her right hand.
"Can you take off your gloves?"
"Huh? It's best not to."
"Why?"
The Demon King looked at Jaina and asked.
Jaina stretched out her left hand and slowly took off her glove. Suddenly, a cold air sank to the ground, and a thin layer of frost formed on the sand.
"I have a frost constitution, so I can't control the power in my hands. Without the protection of gloves, it will absorb all the heat around me."
As she spoke, she was about to put on her gloves, but the devil suddenly grabbed her hand.
"let me see."
"careful!"
Jaina tried to pull her hand away, but found that the grip was very tight and she couldn't break free.
Generally speaking, a person who grabs his hand like this will suffer severe frostbite on his hand, or his whole hand will be frozen to pieces at worst, but this man did not suffer any injuries at all.
Jaina watched him put his hand on his palm and observed it carefully.
There was a warm feeling on the back of her hand. This was the first time Jaina shook hands with someone normally.
No, is this normal? Jaina doesn't know.
"I see, you should be considered a person with extraordinary talents."
"Well~ I think it's more of a cursed constitution."
The Demon King smiled and nodded, saying: "You have a lonely constitution, no wonder you dare to board this ship alone."
As he spoke, he placed Jaina's hand on the treated leather. The leather was not affected by her constitution and seemed to have extremely high magic resistance.
The leather suddenly wrapped up Jaina's hand and turned into the shape of a hand. Then she realized that he wanted to make a pair of gloves. But how on earth was he going to do it when there were no tools or other materials?
?
I saw that the leather shrank a bit and just fit Jaina's hand. A magical thing happened. The leather seemed to melt. The excess scraps fell out on its own. A brand new glove was formed, and it was quite beautiful.
It's elastic, but a bit thick.
"How about it? Is it suitable?"
The Demon King asked, seeming to be very proud of his magic.
"Very comfortable. By the way, are you a glove maker?"
Jaina shook hands and found that the gloves fit like a layer of skin on her hands.
"It's just a small craft that I study in my free time."
"Then you are quite free."
Jaina's words struck a chord in the Demon King's heart.
"Give me your other hand and I'll make just a pair."
"Hey? Isn't this for Reina?"
Jaina was a little surprised when she realized that this was a gift from the other party.
"There are still plenty of materials."
"Then I'd rather be respectful than obey."
Jaina looked at the Demon King who was working hard and thought that if it was this man, he might be able to help her...
Alas, forget it.
…
In the deep sea, there is a steel warship lurking on the bottom of the sea.
"What a big loss! That Hubble guy is so useless!!"
Langkins was sitting at the dining table, with a white scarf tied on his chest. He angrily inserted a piece of meat, threw it into his mouth, and started chewing it.
"Sir! We have found traces of the Beaver."
At this time, a man in military uniform appeared in the room. He lowered his head, the brim of his hat covered his eyes, and the light could not illuminate his face.
"Hmph! Go after us! Don't let those people get away! If this operation is exposed, we will be dead."
Langkins ordered, but the man was completely unmoved.
"Why are you still standing there! Get out and work!"
"I'm sorry, but my master doesn't allow me to do this."
The soldier suddenly said.
Langkins frowned and cursed: "Are you a stupid pig or a stupid donkey! Hubble is dead! Can't you understand the current situation?"
However, the man raised his head, revealing black pupils.
"When did I say that he is my master?"
"You!! You are not human! What the hell are you!"
With a bang, Longkins fell to the ground in fright, and the food on the table spilled all over the floor. His three bodyguards stood up and assumed a fighting posture with ease.