It's midday in summer, and the sun is hanging in the sky.

The scorching heat of the sun was unbridled, as if it was about to scorch the earth, and under the scorching sun, the ground was constantly steaming hot, and the space seemed to be distorted at a glance.

Norman opened the window on his right, and before his head could be stretched out, a wave of heat came in front of him, making his breath stagnant, and his nasal cavity seemed to burn for a moment.

He paused, waited until his body had adjusted to the heat, and then poked his head out of the window and looked back and forth.

It can be seen that he is now in a convoy, with many carriages in front and behind.

All the carriages had their doors and windows closed tightly to keep out the midday heat, and in the array of carriages, there were many people walking with the moving carriages.

It was the logistician of the mission, responsible for cooking and cleaning.

These men were often in groups of three or four, huddled in the shadow of the carriage as if it were not too hot, and walked in the shade, but that had no effect, for it was noon, and the sun was shining directly above, making the shadow of each carriage very small, and it was impossible for such a small shadow to accommodate three or four people at the same time.

And those who can't squeeze into the shadows can only wrap themselves tightly in their clothes, otherwise the scorching midday sun will roast people's buttocks to a curly skin under the scorching midday sun for a long time, and the taste is not pleasant.

Norman raised his gaze and looked ahead, and could see the knights at the very front of the legation in the distance, but that was it, and beyond that, it was blank, and there was no human being in sight until the horizon.

Eventually, Norman retracted his head into the carriage and closed the windows tightly.

In just a few moments, a fine bead of sweat appeared on his head, and just as he was about to reach out to wipe it, Isabella handed over a handkerchief.

I have to say that in addition to meeting the needs of cultivation, finding a maid still has many benefits.

Norman sighed inwardly, took the towel and wiped the sweat from his head, and then handed it back to Isabella, but his eyes were fixed on her.

It's not that he wants to see it, in his opinion, his maid is not very good-looking, and the reason why he looks at her is entirely for those sailors.

"Yes, the workmanship of this maid's outfit is still good, the style is correct, and the styles that should be there are basically all there. ”

"The fabric is still a little poor, and there is no lace edge, which is a pity. ”

"You don't want to think about what kind of world this is, how expensive lace is, and now the anchor is not rich, is it just for a lace side?"

"Idle is idle, let her sing a song to listen. ”......

Norman listened to the barrage of these sailors, and thought about his own thoughts - in the past two days, he has thoroughly applied the "Classic of Catching the Sea" to his life, and he is basically running when his eyes are open.

The training method proposed by Lancelot did work, especially after he learned to interact with his sailors.

Take his spiritual power as an example, every time he meditated before, he would shake the starry sky seventy or eighty times to the top, and he couldn't shake it, but after adopting this method, it was only two days of effort, and now he can shake it at most 97 times at once! Although it has not yet broken 100, the effect of progress is visible to the naked eye.

And the consequence of the increase in spiritual power is that his magic power also increases.

In the past, there was only a small pool of the sea of magic in his meditation space, with the Babel Pillar as the center, and even if he continued to shake the starry sky to cause the magic power to fall, he would not be able to accumulate it, and it would be lost from the edge. But after these two days of cultivation, he keenly noticed that his sea of magic power was a little bigger.

It was a change that could not be detected with the naked eye, and it would not have been noticeable if it weren't for his extraordinary mental power.

Although this little increase in total mana still didn't allow him to have enough mana to cast spells, it was also important to see that this was only a result of his two days of hard work. At this speed, Norman dared to conclude that in ten days, he would be able to cast the spell he knew even with the current speed of chanting spells!

It is also because this cultivation method is really effective that Norman will cooperate so actively, pulling Isabella, the "ugly girl", to chat every day.

Just like now.

"Can you sing?"

This is Norman who listened to the opinions of the sailors and wanted Isabella to sing a song to hear it.

This blue-haired maid is still very competent in her job, but she doesn't like to talk on weekdays, so Norman thought she would say no, but she didn't expect Isabella to hesitate for a moment and then said, "Yes." ”

Norman then said, "Then you can sing a song and listen to it." ”

Sailors took the opportunity to order songs one after another, and there was another wave of big barrage attacks, what "Little Man's Waist", "***", "Eight Consecutive Kills", "Blowing the Trumpet", all of which were things that Norman couldn't understand.

Norman has also learned a lot in the interaction in the past two days, and knows that not every wave of rhythm is enough to answer, so he pretends not to hear it, and Isabella plays it herself.

But he knew right away how wrong his decision to let Isabella sing.

"Amazing grace, it's so sweet ......"

Norman's heart trembled, his legs went limp, and he almost fell off the seat in the carriage.

Isabella sang a very common hymn, "Grace from Heaven," which was a praise to the Father, and Norman knew it because the bard who passed through the village every year also sang it.

But fortunately, he knew that this was "Heavenly Grace", otherwise he really wouldn't have heard it......

Music knows no borders, music has no world, and although many of those sailors still don't understand the lingua franca, that doesn't prevent them from appreciating this girl's singing.

"I'll go, I was wrong, the Great Sage quickly received the supernatural powers!"

"Your own people, don't shoot!"

"Death singer, this song strikes my spirit! ”

"Girl, don't sing, I'm always worried that you won't be able to come up in one breath. ”

"I feel bad. ”......

Norman also felt very uncomfortable, and he only learned today that a person's singing voice could be so powerful.

If this song were placed in their village, it would definitely attract wolves.

Norman opened his mouth and was about to shout to Isabella to stop singing, when suddenly he felt his body suddenly lose weight, as if he was about to fly!

But this feeling was only for a moment, and it was gone immediately, and Isabella seemed to feel this way too, and the tragic soul-piercing song came to an abrupt end, with a stunned face.

What's the situation?

Norman and Isabella, you look at me, I look at you, look dazed, but then the voices outside suddenly became noisy.

Because it was noon and the sun was scorching, the poor people walking outside were so roasted that they had no strength to speak, and they were very quiet, why did they quarrel all of a sudden?

Norman was about to reach out and open the window to see what was going on outside, but before he could reach out his hand, the door of the carriage opened, and his personal attendant Mario sat in the doorway and looked inside, relieved to see that Norman was still alive.

Norman didn't look at him.

His eyes were all drawn to the scene outside the car door: the scorching sun outside was gone, and the weather was suddenly cooler. Along with the sun, there were deserts, bushes, the occasional dead tree trunks on the roadside, and so on.

Even the earth is gone.

Lift up their eyes, there is nothingness, and they are in nothingness.

Isabella is a song of death...... Singing him hallucinatingly?