The night was getting darker and darker, but because the Port of Marseille was particularly conspicuous among the gunfire, Elaine and the others were not afraid of getting lost in the dark sea.
The jet ski transformed from the Luna Steel Shield sailed forward quietly and low-key under the cover of gunfire. By the time it reached the shore, its fuel was almost exhausted.
"It's so dangerous." Elaine put away the shield, swam a short distance before landing, and complained: "It's bad, I almost drowned."
Sure enough, the Luna Steel Shield's jet is not suitable for long-distance navigation. The two-hour voyage from the island to the shore is the limit of its movement. If Elaine mistakenly regards it as a prop for long-distance movement at sea, it will
He ended up drowning in the vast sea. Moreover, the fuel used by this injector is the flower seed oil of the flower of the genus arborescens, a high-purity fuel. Elaine doesn't even know where to find the same substitute. Gasoline?
?Maybe...but the performance of the injector will definitely be greatly reduced.
They landed at a hidden rock near Marseille Port. Under the current situation, there is no way to approach Marseille Port. As soon as they approach, they will be arrested as suspicious persons. Not only that, they also have to leave the area near Marseille as soon as possible to avoid causing trouble.
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In other words, they had to march quickly in this dark night to settle in the mountains outside Marseille. They didn't know how long it would take before they could get a good sleep.
Elaine touched his soaked hair, and his eyelids were half-folded. He felt sleepy, cold and uncomfortable, and felt terrible.
"Hmm..." Quigg walked behind Elaine, his steps a little heavy and he seemed uncomfortable.
"Are you okay?" Elaine thought of the burn on Queeg's shoulder: "How is the wound? Is it inflamed?"
"No." Leopard rubbed his bandaged shoulder, "Medical gel, antibiotics. All of them. No inflammation."
There was no inflammation, but the wound should be very painful, which is why Queeg walked so unnaturally. He probably subconsciously used his movements to accommodate the wound and reduce the pain.
"Really, no problem?" The white lion boy showed a slightly sinister expression: "If you hold me back..."
"Leave me behind." Queeg smiled and said, "I will help you and go as far as possible. If you can't help, leave me behind."
When he said this, Elaine felt a little uncomfortable: "Why do you want to do it? To reach this point..."
"You saved Tuge." Queeg replied matter-of-factly: "I will repay you with my life for saving my life."
It’s a cliché.
"It's so stupid..." Elaine disagreed, and was even very unhappy: "You will, you will die, absolutely. You will lose your life for someone like me, and you will regret your wrong choice in that world.
,Choose."
"I won't regret it." Queeg said with a smile, "It's worth dying for you."
"Stupid, stupid..." Elaine turned her blushing face away, trying not to be seen by Queeg.
"And," Quigg continued, "don't say, [people like me]. Don't put yourself down. You're a good boy."
Elaine was shy and angry, so he stopped talking.
The two ran for a distance, gradually moving away from the Port of Marseille, and arrived in a not-so-dense forest. The forest was quite dense with vegetation, and mosquitoes became arrogant when the humidity increased. It was not a wise choice to camp in a place like this to welcome the morning.
"That cliffside." Queeg pointed to the hill in the distance: "Camp on the mountainside?"
"Yes, yes, but the bonfire..."
"It's okay." Queeg said, as if he had some plan.
They crossed the woods and reached the mountainside, where they could start setting up camp immediately. Although the woods were not dense, they could block the fire. Moreover, the cliff was slightly concave inward, so the fire was easily blocked by the cliffs on both sides.
The terrain is very dry and rocky, with no weeds and few mosquitoes, making it very suitable for camping.
"Hehe." Queeg smiled again, and then took something out of his pocket.
At first glance, it seemed to be a simple tent, but after the tent landed, it automatically launched hooks to grab the ground in all directions. Its brackets also automatically propped up, and it opened into a dark silver small tent in less than ten seconds. It was probably enough.
Let Ge and Elaine go in and sleep, if possible.
Such a convenient camping prop——
"Safeir gave it to you?" Elaine asked. By now, he was no longer surprised to see anything.
Leopard nodded: "I'll make a bonfire, you can rest."
"Of course." Elaine sat down on the rock next to her and didn't want to stand up again. She was too tired.
Queeg ran to the forest to fetch dry firewood and quickly built a bonfire. He set up the bonfire between the tent and the cliff, so that the tent body blocked most of the bonfire's light. This way, at least the bonfire would not be lit.
The light was too easy to expose them. Intermittent artillery fire came from the Marseille Port, and it seemed that they were still driving away the remaining pirate ships. No one would have thought that the two of them were the heroes behind the defeat of the pirate fleet, even if a passing army saw them
They who camped here would only think that they were ordinary travelers.
"Do you want your clothes to be dried?" Queeg asked, looking at Elaine who was dripping with water, and threw him a towel.
"I'll change it." The white lion boy picked up the towel and walked towards the tent: "It would be nice if I could take a shower..."
"Be patient, go to town and wash it again." Queeg handed another bottle in from outside: "Tacum powder?"
"No. That's for small children." Elaine groaned. There was a milky scent floating on the bottle of talcum powder, which was basically baby powder.
"You are." Queeg said. I don't know if he was joking or if he really meant it.
Elaine felt that he was offended, so he rushed out of the tent and threw the bottle of talcum powder at Queeg's head: "You! You! Little! Child!"
The bottle exploded, and the leopard's face turned gray—no, turned pink.
"Sneeze!" Queeg sneezed loudly, wiping the powder from his face with a runny nose.
Elaine almost couldn't help laughing.
"I, I'm sleeping." The white lion boy dried himself and put on short-sleeved clothes and pants, then spread out the quilt and lay down in the tent.
"Dry your body first." Queeg said, "It's a cold."
"It's very dry! No, it's up to you!" Elaine said viciously, covering her head with a sheet.
Of course, his body was not completely dry, and his hair was still semi-wet, so he couldn't dry it with a towel. There was also a damp feeling inside his pants, which was very uncomfortable. But it was impossible for him to take it off. He ran out to warm himself by the fire while naked.
So far... I can only endure it until dawn tomorrow.
A melodious harmonica sound came from outside the tent.
So Seifer and Seglade, two idle and panicked guys, actually prepared musical instruments for Queeg. How boring were they?
The sound was very small, almost blending in with the chirping of insects in the mountains and fields, giving people a feeling that summer was approaching. Elaine originally planned to scold Queeg for disturbing his sleep, but the music did not make it too noisy, but instead made it feel louder.
The night seemed quieter, so he had nothing to say.
"People will find out." However, he still complained.
"It's okay, I'll watch the wind." Queeg listened for a while and continued to play the harmonica.
In the almost inaudible low tone, Elaine calmed down, feeling that all the discomfort in reality and all the worries in his heart could be temporarily forgotten. Then he closed his eyes.
"Why, help that child?" Queeg suddenly asked after playing a song.
"No, you will be so annoyed if I don't help." Elaine replied.
"If you really don't want to, you don't have to help." Queeg asked again, "Why do you want to help?"
The white lion boy was silent for a while.
"I looked at him," he said, "I could feel his weakness, his pain, his... despair. Then I, I remembered that I was the same before. No one came to help me at that time.
At that time, I... was so desperate. I really wanted someone to save me, but no one came."
"So help him? Redeem yourself?"
"This cycle must be stopped." Elaine clenched her fists: "I don't want him to be in the same... despair as me."
"You are indeed a good boy." Leopard praised.
"No, don't treat me like a child anymore! Bastard!" Elaine said angrily: "Sleep, sleep! Ignore you!"
"Hehe." As if he had successfully teased Elaine, Queeg smiled and continued to play his harmonica.
The sound of the harmonica gradually blended into the night, accompanying the groggy Elaine into sleep.
After Elaine was almost asleep, Queeg put down the harmonica.
"Hmm..." He covered his injured shoulder and tried to move around. However, he fell to the ground after taking only a few steps, and fell down next to the bonfire with a thump.
The burn on his shoulder was indeed not infected or worsened. However, the pain continued to increase, and eventually the pain became unbearable to Queeg. Because what he was hit was not an ordinary magic fireball, but a real [spell].
].
The so-called "curse" is the art of cursing others.
Not only can a spell caster cast spells on themselves to use various attacks, but they can also cast spells on others when attacking, giving them various negative effects. Add negative emotions such as hatred, anger, and jealousy to them.
Integrated into the spell and applied to the enemy, this is the essence of the spell.
Bedivere is a bad guy and never does this when using spells, so Elaine and the others thought that the spells were just ordinary attack spells. They underestimated the spells.
The excruciating pain continued, biting away at Queeg's shoulder like a vicious insect. It was not physically damaging the flesh and blood, but causing damage to the soul - damaging Queeg's [Absolute Domain].
At the same time, Elaine, who was sleeping soundly in the tent, also entered a defenseless state. Something was pouring out of his storage pocket - the [Holy Cloth].
The crimson rag grabbed Elaine's whole body in an instant, tied his hands and feet, grabbed his neck, and sealed his mouth. When he noticed something was wrong and suddenly opened his eyes, the thing was
His face and eyes were completely wrapped. Like a mummy, the white lion boy was tightly tied and bound in the crimson rag. And the holy cloth was wrapped tighter and tighter,
Elaine's petite body crackled as if all the bones in his body were being broken.
He originally wanted to use [Hollow] to get out of trouble, but he found that the holy corpse cloth merged with him. When [Hollow] was activated, even the holy corpse cloth was hollowed out. [Hollow] was of no use at all.
It only increases his fatigue!
"Uh-huh...!" The last bit of air stored in his lungs was squeezed out violently. He couldn't breathe, his eyes went black for a while, and he lost consciousness.