When Jessica's treatment was over, Morris returned to the campfire, exhausted.

The two didn't talk too much, and every word they said on this deep and mysterious desert island would make the night more ambiguous and charming.

Morris subconsciously fled the situation, the threat of the Whisperer still hanging high in his mind, and he really didn't have the energy to deal with matters other than life and death at the moment.

Not to mention, and a mermaid......

How to love each other with different species. Morris smiled wryly.

He couldn't help but look at her again, and Jessica leaped into the waves, leaving only a splash on the moonlit sea.

What exactly is she thinking when she's alone? Morris didn't know.

Everything about her, everything about her race, was a mystery to Morris.

But the reverse is also true, why is he not a mystery to her?

Both of them have hidden concerns.

After all, except for the first encounter, the two have only really known each other for more than a day.

Morris shook his head, banishing the jumbled thoughts out of his head.

"Drunkenness" makes him sentimental, but he can't afford to dwell on this youthful fantasy for too long, and he has one more thing to do tonight.

Confirm the truth of what Jessica said.

......

Just as Morris didn't know Jessica's methods, Jessica probably didn't know the methods of a human spellcaster.

Murray is a virgin, but that doesn't mean he's an idiot.

An obvious thing lay before him: Jessica was the agent of the gods.

So, how much can she believe what she says?

There was only one thing Morris could believe: she couldn't have hurt him.

Although it was unclear how important he was to himself, he intuitively thought so.

But other than that, whether Jessica's words can be fully trusted, reason tells Morris that no.

Even if Jessica's appearance is harmless to humans and animals, even if the camp of the gods is indeed on his side, even if the evil spirit is everywhere.

He's going to verify it all for himself.

The method is simple, as he has done before, let a little bird explore the sea and see if what Jessica said about not being able to leave is true.

This method is full of flaws, and Morris knows it. If the gods really wanted to hide something from him, under the absolute power, with his weak magic, Morris would never have found out.

But Morris had another purpose: he wanted to get to the bottom of the island.

But whether his magic could penetrate the fog that shrouded the islands and seas, he himself was worried.

......

The tide was much calmer at night, and the sea breeze was still whining.

Muris baked a fire around the campfire, and by the way he tied a bird out of leaves and branches he had picked up in the afternoon, and he was already familiar with the magic.

He heard the sound of singing coming from Jessica's direction, and a mournful and sad feeling flowed into his ears. She had suppressed that seductive power, but there was still a hint of sleepiness that was eroding Morris's will.

Did she know about his plan?

Or is it just a matter of touching the scene? Morris couldn't judge.

But doubts were growing in his heart.

An ugly bird was quickly tied, and Morris glanced over to Jessica, to make sure the girl hadn't noticed what he had done.

He closed his eyes, and the unstirring will in his mind suddenly curled.

Like the seaspout Jessica filmed last night, Morris visualized the thrilling scene in his mind.

The miracle was begged for a moment, and the little bird of leaves and dead branches shook its head in confusion, and listened intently to the whispers of Morris.

It had no ears, but it flapped its wings as if it understood, and flew into the night sky.

Morris let it fly high, his first goal was the full view of the island, but when he noticed, the fog that had been thin under the night sky quickly thickened, and the bird's vision was foggy.

I couldn't see anything, including the jungle just below.

Morris had no choice but to abandon the first target and let it fly low with its wings. Towards the distance, in one direction.

Jessica must not have seen this surveillance magic of his last night, and Morris was confident.

Now he wants to confirm whether what Jessica said is true.

The bird did not fly very fast, and Morris's craft was rough, and its left wing was slightly shorter than its right. This made it difficult to balance in the night wind, but it still staggered towards the edge of the fog.

Morris saw the starry sky and swaying waves above the deep sea, and the birds skimming above Jessica, the mermaid girl did not notice the magical creature.

In the distance was the ocean, and even further away was the ocean, and the fog seemed to be at the end of the horizon, and Morris even thought that the little bird would not touch it no matter how far it flew.

But he was wrong, and it eventually touched the thick fog that covered the sea like a cover.

It was a terrible feeling, and Morris simply didn't have time to prepare.

It was as if someone had given him a blow to the head, and the mysterious connection had been forcibly severed. As if he had been thrown into a sack prepared by someone else, his eyes went black, and he lost the bird's vision, and then a violent vomiting sensation hit, and Morris fell to his knees at once.

His will was stirred into a pulp, as if his head was buzzing at the height of a high fever.

What happened? He didn't know the answer.

And when he went back to sense the bird, he found that he had completely lost contact with it, and its short life burned out.

Although it is a false soul, it has a lot to do with Morris's will.

As if something important had been lost, he couldn't help but feel lost.

At this time, Jessica's confused call came from the sea not far behind. She stopped singing when Morris didn't notice.

"Mulris! this thing...... Is it yours?"

Morris's body stiffened, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

And when he turned around, and in the night he saw Jessica holding a small object in her hand, that bad feeling came true.

His little bird, made of leaves and dead branches, lay wet in Jessica's hands, and it seemed to fall into the sea and be picked up by Jessica.

She found out. She knew I was starting to doubt her, what would she do. Morris thought nervously.

He grinned and walked over, the water submerging the soles of his feet, and he took the bird from Jessica's hand, the remnants of magic still barely decaying.

He couldn't hide it.

"Yes, I want to explore this area. He decided to be honest and said, "You said you couldn't leave, I wanted to see if it really didn't work, as you can see, failed." ”

Jessica's expression changed from confused to clear, her expression not fake, and she didn't seem to realize that Morris was suspicious of her.

"Doesn't it work?" she said in a low voice, "Is it like me, coming back inexplicably from afar?"

"Yes. Morris said, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, Jessica's suspicions are cleared. She was kept in the dark just like me.