On the cliff, there was a quiet again.

It took a long time for Robonia to come back to her senses, and when she saw Blade looking at her with a strange expression, she was suddenly startled, and said to herself, "What's wrong with me today? How could I have told him so many things?"

Ravnia could vaguely guess the reason why she poured out her heart to the blade. Because of the dignity of her identity, she has lived in an environment where others have respected her since she was a child, and everyone is centered on her. In this way, her thoughts accumulated more and more, and she was already overwhelmed. However, she really couldn't find any suitable person to confide in, in order to vent the anguish in her heart.

After leaving the city of Catalan this time, she suffered a series of accidents, her life was no longer stable and comfortable, and no one was only interested in her. Her arrogant temperament was naturally deeply hit. Especially in front of the young werewolf in front of her, who is the initiator of everything, her arrogance and her self-esteem have long been gone.

This can be seen from the quarrels she is now having with this werewolf from time to time, and in order to gain the upper hand, she can even babble at this werewolf like a market woman for half a day.

This kind of unladylike behavior, which is contrary to the tradition of aristocratic etiquette, is simply unimaginable if it had happened to Robonia before.

In addition, the werewolf shamelessly abducted her, then injured to save her, and then the two became founding members of the same mercenary group, and then he and her were exiled to the Palm Island together after fighting together in a terrible naval battle. During this time, everything that happened around her has dazzled her and made her feel unbelievable.

However, no matter what, this werewolf showed great strength in front of her. Coupled with the fact that her magic has plummeted now, and her previous experiences have made her a little frightened, and gradually, she has regarded the werewolf in front of her as a strong arm that she can rely on. Therefore, when the two of them are alone today, she will subconsciously tell her long-suppressed heart.

The thought of using the blade as an arm crossed Robnia's mind startled her. She shook her head desperately, trying to throw this ridiculous idea out of her mind.

However, the more she found herself reluctant to think about it, the stronger the thought became.

She couldn't believe it.

Suddenly, Robonia jerked her head, leaned forward, and suddenly brought her pretty face in front of the blade. Her apricot eyes widened, staring at the sharp face close at hand, like a child who played with her temperament, and couldn't stop silently thinking in her heart: "This face once made you feel disgusted and frightened, continue to hate him, hate him, must expel this face from my mind!"

Blade was startled by Robonia's inexplicable actions, and he involuntarily leaned back, propped his hands on the ground, and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing here?

Robonia silently recited a few words in her heart, but sadly found that perhaps because she had seen this face every day during this time, she was completely immune to the werewolf face that had terrified her, and she could not feel a trace of bad feeling at all.

In fact, she also knows in her heart that even from the aesthetic point of view of human beings, the appearance of the sharp blade is not related to the word 'ugly', with pointed ears, thin face, and facial lines carved from a knife and axe, even if he is not handsome, he is absolutely attractive.

Even the hideous scar on his cheek, combined with his tall figure with knotted muscles, invisibly added a touch of domineering to him.

The reason why Robonia used to think Blade was ugly was due to the unpleasantness she experienced when she first met Blade, which caused her to have an almost paranoid perception of Blade.

But with the Blade rescuing her on the banks of the Valen River, the two of them have been freed from the previous suspicions, and her perception of the Blade has long since changed, and it is impossible to fool herself into thinking that people are ugly.

Today's sharp blade, the more she looks at it, the more pleasing it is to the eye.

At least, she thought he was manly.

Ravnia was shocked!

This werewolf in front of you...... Very masculine?

Robonia was stunned by the thoughts that were going through her mind!

She was silent for a moment, and then exploded!

"You bastard, did you use a psychic spell on me, otherwise how could I rely on you?" Robnia gritted her teeth and made excuses, trying to deny what she was thinking.

This thought made her feel inexplicably flustered and afraid. For the Honored Academy

"Isn't that a skill that only warlocks learn, I'm a warrior, what do I do when I learn that? Even if I know how to use it, why should I use it on you? Also, what do you say to rely on? Hey, are you really okay? It's inexplicable to say something?" Blade's brows furrowed, and he looked confused. He noticed that something was wrong with Ravnia. Could it be that when she was recalling the untimely death of love just now, what stimulated her head?

The two had been sitting side by side, but now Robonia leaned towards the blade in a menacing manner, and the blade leaned back as best he could to avoid the oppression caused by Robonia's leaning over. In this way, the posture between the two becomes indescribably weird and ambiguous.

Ravonia also found that the posture between herself and the blade was extremely inappropriate at this time, her face couldn't help but blush slightly, she hurriedly retracted her body, and snorted loudly a few times to hide the embarrassment in her heart, and then she diverted the topic and said: "Scar, you heard me talk about so many past events just now, and now that the courtesies are still exchanged, you should talk about your past!"

"I'm sorry, I don't have anything to say!" Blade refused without even thinking about it, "I was forced by you to hear you tell you about my past, and I didn't promise to tell you about my past after listening." ”

"No, you have to say it, or it will be unfair to me!" said Ravnia, indignantly, "where did anyone take the name Scar? Scar is actually a nickname because of the scars on your face, right? You must be a man with a story!"

Seeing that Blade was reluctant to talk more about his past, Robonia refused to give up. In fact, she also knows that she is messing around, but in the face of sharp blades, she likes to do so.

"There's nothing to talk about. "The blade is in a posture where you can do anything about it.

"Forget it, stingy. "Robonia saw that she couldn't handle the blade, so she had to give up.

At this time, under the cliff, the shouts of Ward and Stephanie were faintly heard, but it was today that Ward and Stephanie went out hunting, and finally returned with a full load at this sunset.

When Robonia saw Ward and Stephanie returning from the hunt, she ignored the blade, got up from the grass, and ran down the cliff with a scurry.

After a day of meditation, Robonia's stomach was already growling with hunger.

At this moment, she is impatient for food.

Looking at the shadow of a butterfly walking through the grass in the mountains, Blade's face suddenly became a little gloomy: "What is my past?" After a light sigh, Blade also stood up, followed Ravnia's footsteps, and walked down the cliff.

At the foot of the cliff, there are two small cabins living next to each other. These two small cabins are the residences built by the four of them.

One of the cabins is occupied by Robonia and Stephanie, while the other is occupied by Blade and Ward.

Stephanie and Ward's dinner today was a fat rock pig.

Although there are many beasts on Palm Island, most of them are ordinary beasts, and only a few are magical beasts that can use certain spells. And the rock armor pig is one of the few magical beasts that live on the palm island. Although the Rock Pig is only a mid-level magical beast on the Northumbered continent, on this remote overseas island, 'there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is the king', and the Rock Pig has become the existence at the top of the food chain.

As the name suggests, the rock armor pig has the appearance of a pig, and its whole body is covered with rock-solid armor.

The Rock Pig is not good at attacking, it can only summon falling stones equivalent to first-order magic, but its hard armor is enough to give high-level warriors a headache with it.

Today, Stephanie and Ward really spent some effort to hunt this rock armor pig, and fought with it for most of the day, and finally Stephanie relied on her superb sword skills to continuously pierce the long sword into the gap between the armor pieces on the rock armor pig's body, and then stabbed a few swords on the part of the rock armor pig without armor protection, and finally ended this long hunting battle.

"Stephanie, Ward, why did you come back so late today? I'm so hungry that my stomach is so hungry!" Ravonia ran all the way from the top of the cliff to the cabin below, and shouted at the sight of Stephanie and Ward. She was really hungry.

"Well, Ravnia, you don't know, this rock pig is really hard to deal with, its armor is so hard, it took a lot of effort for Stephanie and I to slaughter it. Ward replied to Robnia as he tied one of the Rock Pig's hind legs with a thick wild vine, and then hung the Rock Pig's body upside down from a large tree.

The carcass of the rock armor pig weighed four or five hundred pounds at least, and the vines could hold it steadily, and it was obviously very strong. The carcass of the rock hoar hanging upside down was almost next to the ground, in a position that would allow Ward to disembowel.

"Chef Ward, today's dinner is a roast pig, right?Come on, I'm waiting to taste Chef Ward's roast pig skills!" Robonia said with a smile when she saw that Ward was about to dissect the corpse of the rock armor pig.

"What kind of chef? I don't want to be this Rausch chef, I cook every day, I'm tired to death!" Ward muttered dissatisfied.