His raft was rudimentary, but it was remarkable for someone who had grown up living in a hilly area...... The southeast side of the island was calm and calm, just right for a novice like him, and the large reef was not far away, and it was faintly visible from the thick fog on the shore, and it didn't take long for him to reach his destination.

After tying up the raft, he jumped onto the reef with his bags and walked towards the center, where there was a downward opening for only one person, and after a little two steps it became wider.

It was better to call it the Great Pit than a cave, and he soon came to the end, where there was another opening that led diagonally upwards, and perhaps even Sharia could not get in...... The wind whining through the guò rock path came to his senses, and he picked up the stone chips on the ground and began to scrape the rocks.

This is the place he stumbled upon, and at first, he wanted to turn it into a prison so that Renault and Whitemayne could be left to fend for themselves, but when he climbed the reef, he stumbled upon the goodies.

With a few scrapes, layers of finely crumbled crystals peeled off, and he remembered the salt wells he had seen outside Steinbrad as a teenager, and the cauldrons that were always steaming and the sticks that were constantly stirring in them stuck with him...... He carefully stored the crystals in a few small bags.

Again, it's a gift from the island, where a small amount of seawater pours into the tunnel at high tide and then dries here, a process that has been repeated for countless years, giving the first humans to land on it the salt they desperately need.

There is always a shortage of salt at the seaside, but he needs a lot of salt to marinate the fish in case of unexpected accidents...... This place of quiet, peaceful, and heavenly beauty always felt unreal, and he was afraid that one day he would wake up and it would become the familiar dead world.

When it really comes, it's better to have salted fish on your body than to be empty-handed and confused.

When he had finished getting the salt, he climbed out of the tunnel, sat on the reef and dealt with the fish with a dagger full of cracks, threw the entrails back into the sea, rubbed the flesh with salt repeatedly, and finally wrapped them in a leather bag.

Barka had never been a hunter, but he also lived a long life of self-sufficiency when the kingdom was destroyed, and this isolated island honed him into a qualified survivor.

He crossed the sea on a rudimentary raft, headed northwest of the island from memory, and at night he found a leeward place to light a fire to rest, and he and Sharia had taken turns exploring the southern part of the island, which was much larger than they had imagined, and even larger than Steinbrad in memory...... Not to mention that there is still the North of the Rift that has not yet been explored, but they always feel that it will not be as safe as the South.

It is better not to take any chances until the princess brings in more men, their most important task is always to guard the prisoners, he thought so, and ate a little fish that was still fresh, and fell asleep.

The next evening he returned to his makeshift camp, a small clearing enclosed by a hedge made of branches, southeast of the woodland, near a stream, undisturbed by the north-west winds of the island, and easy access to water, in which two small wooden huts stood, and the extended beams hung the salted fish he had brought back, which were about to be dried, and the harvest of this trip would almost ensure that the four of them would survive this not too cold winter.

Sharia leaned against the shed and closed her eyes slightly, not knowing if she was asleep, but even as Barka walked past her, she did not look up at him.

For some reason, she always goes out at night, and always looks like she can't sleep enough at dusk...... Barka wanted to blame her for being careless, but at the sight of the shiny sharp sword in her arms, he swallowed it back.

He always felt that he was no match for her at all.

Putting his luggage away, and hanging the salted fish to dry, he took the leftover grilled fish from the previous night and a bag of water, and walked to the shed not far from the outside of the fence, where his prisoners were being held.

Hearing his footsteps, his prisoner stopped scolding as he had done in the past, and did not even look at him with hatred, but just stared at the food in his hand...... Renault and Whitemane were chained to a tree on the side of the shack, and somehow, seeing Renault's unkempt face and beard almost covering his mouth, Barka, who had hated them to the bone, felt some sympathy for them.

These two once proud men seem to have finally been crushed by captivity, and they have come to terms with the reality of their fiasco.

Barka remembered the last time Renault had made a fuss, and he roared and asked himself, why betray him, is a country that has long since perished so important?

Steinbled is certainly very important...... He remembered his reply: But as long as the power is in your hands, you will inflict endless cruelty to your fellow human beings, and you will not lose your freedom, and everyone will become slaves...... Everyone is afraid that they will be tortured and killed, everyone hates you so much, although I am not a good person, I also know the difference between good and evil, even if Her Royal Highness Lolia is not my princess, I will still give my life for her, just for her to stand up and end your cruel rule.

Barka remembered that he had almost finished the sentence with a shout, after which Renault's eyes dimmed, and he did not know whether to be sad or introspective, after which he became quiet.

Whitemane would initially still try to attack them with shadow spells, but after being beaten by Sharia a few times, he followed suit...... She wasn't as gentle and sentimental as Barka, she was still as sharp as her bayone.

In his sorrow, Renaud and Whitemayne devoured the food and water he had brought, and then returned to his lazy appearance...... Barka looked at the humble shacks and thought he should find them something to keep them warm.

I don't know what the princess thinks, Barka let out a long sigh, it seems to him that it might be merciful to end these two people.

He considered whether to speak to Loria, and when he walked out of the shed, he noticed that there were snowflakes falling slowly...... Sharia also woke up, lit a bonfire, and was moving around the fence.

Barka suddenly gained peace of mind, and perhaps the land had really healed him.

It's a fairyland, a paradise.

A blinding glare lit up the camp without warning, accompanied by the characteristic rumble of the machinery, and as the glare cleared, Barka saw a steam tank with a huge shovel and mechanical arm crush his hut to powder.

"The portal test is complete!" his princess cried triumphantly, standing on top of the giant beast, puffing out her small breasts, "welcome back to civilization!" (to be continued.) )