Lulunaka pulls Julius up again. This time, Julius still couldn't climb up on his own. This was already an extremely difficult task, and Julius had a hard time coping with the lapping of the waves, so he could barely keep himself from drinking as much seawater and keeping the cross-sword in his hand from escaping.

He was not a fool, and earlier he had wrapped several small hemp ropes around the hilt of the cross-sword sword, which had absorbed water and made it harder for the sword to get out of his hands. Lulunaka didn't have a problem with Julius's response, but smiled and spread her palms and waved at Julius a few times. "The palms of your hands will become ugly. ”

As Lulunaka said, Julius's palms were now covered in scratches, some scarred, some scarred and still bleeding. The price of the sword, which would not be easily disarmed, was that his palms were worn out, especially the strings that had been soaked in salty seawater.

At first, the pain of the torn palm did keep Julius awake for several nights, especially after Lulunaka applied him a strange ointment, which made him toss and turn from sleep, although the ointment seemed to be very effective against the wound, but the irritation was too strong. Now Julius was accustomed to the pain, and as the skin of his palm became rougher and thicker, he was less uncomfortable and painful in his grip than before.

After Lulunaka pulled him up, she just patted Julius on the head and left without saying anything. Now Julius is not as bad as he was on the first day, and the vomit is everywhere, which can be said to be a very obvious improvement. He didn't let the sea water pour into his stomach anymore, and he withstood the shaking of the waves crashing against him, but the fatigue caused by being hung underneath all the time did not disappear from him so easily.

As he struggled to his feet, Olga stood in front of him. He was slightly surprised, and until he looked up, he didn't realize when Olga had come here.

Olga didn't say anything, but first stepped forward, approached Julius, stretched out his big hands, grabbed Julius's next door and pinched them a few times.

Julius didn't react for a moment, because Olga's movements were so sudden. When Olga's palm touched his skin, he found that Olga's hand was as rough as low-quality linen. The calluses on Olga's palms rubbed him a little uncomfortable.

In Julius's mind, Olga was a strong warrior, and the hands of this warrior were not the hands of a pampered person. It's rough, calloused, and maybe scarred – as long as those don't hurt the bones, then it's fine. If so, then even Patin, who he hated a little, must have such hands.

Julius thought of his hands. Compared to Olga, his hand was like the hand of a noble young master. Thinking of this, Julius secretly clenched his fists.

Olga grabbed Julius' arm and pressed him several times, quickly letting him go. "I'm a little surprised that you persevered in her bad behavior. Olga said to Julius. Standing tall in front of Julius, he had to bow his head to look at Julius. His strong body also made him look like an old man at all, like a hill in Julius's eyes.

Julius looked up at Olga, "If I don't insist, then I have only two options: death or leaving." Either way, for me, it's a dead end. ”

"Maybe it will be happier to go back and be an honest villager. Olga said.

Julius didn't think so. In that case, your fate will be in the hands of someone else. When you first came to the village, the mercenaries caused a dispute...... My destiny is in your hands. I'm really lucky to meet people like you and ...... every time Is Padding such a merciful person?"

Julius was a little hesitant and reluctant when talking about Pattin, but thinking that Patin had indeed saved him, which was a fact, he honestly took Patin with him.

Olga sighed and reached out to touch Julius's head. Julius was a little uncomfortable with his sudden intimacy, but he couldn't hide it, so he could only let Olga touch his head with an awkward expression.

Olga always thought that Julius was an impulsive silly boy. In retrospect, he wasn't too stupid, but he was far from being smart. Especially when he is connected to an existence like Lulunaka, is it stupid and smart, lucky or unlucky for him...... Olga couldn't say it either.

He couldn't stop Julius and Lulunaka, and he didn't have that qualification. But if it was only a small help, he would have loved it.

The next words were taken to heart. You can't be too passive, because that's just going to let the waves beat you to pieces. Drop the weight of your body on your waist and don't straighten your body, that's the hanged position......" Olga removed her hand from Julius' head and began to teach Julius some lessons. Olga had no experience of being hung under a cape and beaten by the wind and rain, but if it was something similar, he had some experience. After many years of traveling, there are always some strange and dangerous things happening, and Olga has encountered many of them.

When nothing happens, time always flies.

It's been thirty days since Julius was kicked off the cape for the first time.

Today, Julius is still hanging under the cape, above the reef, facing the impact of the sea.

Because of Olga's guidance, he was no longer as passive as he had been earlier, and when the waves crashed, he twisted so that he was not hit by the waves, but swayed himself with the force of the waves—and the first time he did so, he threw up again. But when you get used to it, the waves become less scary. The pain in the body caused by being hit by the waves is also decreasing every day. Julius is very grateful to Olga for passing on his experience.

Perhaps, in addition to thanking Olga, he also has to thank Lulunaka. Lulunaka prepared a rope for him that didn't seem to break down no matter how much he tossed, and the rope tie that was safe enough and had a lot of restraints allowed him to hold on on to the thirtieth day, instead of breaking the rope and falling on the reef and being strung up.

But Julius would never have thanked Lulunaka. After being hung for a long time, Julius finally noticed that Luluna was giving him a lot of money every day. Not only is the time increasing, but even the height of the descent is increasing every day. If the former requires careful attention, then the latter is very obvious - Julius should not have been dazzled to have the illusion that the reef is getting closer and closer to him.

The proximity to the reef seemed to avoid the danger of being pierced after falling, but Julius was not happy at all. Under this towering promontory, the further down you go, the stronger the waves become. There wasn't a day of ease for him, even if he was used to being beaten by the waves and had gained Olga's experience. Sometimes Julius had the illusion that he too would be smoothed by the waves, like the reef below. It's just that the reef is a dead thing, and he doesn't care what shape he becomes, but he is a living person, and if he is transformed, he will probably be treated as a monster.

Today's Julius is also struggling with the waves. His figure under the cape was seen by some.

On the shore where Padin was fishing, Apor sat on the side of Patin, silently watching Julius move. From his side, Julius looked like an earthworm hanging from a fishing line, ready to be thrown into the sea as bait. It's like a fishing rod set up in front of him.

The man who "fished" on the cape, Lulunaka, was also sitting there today, but couldn't see what she was doing.

Unlike Padding, who was always standing and holding the rod, Po seemed more casual and didn't focus on fishing, presumably only when the rod shook and he would stand up and hold it.

She should have known that the boy was just a piece of wood. Apo said.

There are only him and Patin, so he has no other person to talk to except to talk to Patin. Of course, it's also possible that he's just muttering to himself.

But Patin took his words, not letting the conversation turn into self-talk, "Yes, she said a long time ago, that kid is just a piece of wood, or a rotten piece of wood. ”

"She speaks mercilessly. Apo continued.

The rod in Pattin's hand trembled, and he flung the rod upward, and the fish with the hook flew into the air, and then he took out the hook and threw it into the basket at his feet. "yes, not tactful at all, to be honest. "But why did you keep that silly boy around?" maybe because he was courageous...... Almost equivalent to stupid courage. ”