For some reason, since swimming through the reef sea, reefs have become scarce in this sea far from human routes, and his bad luck seems to continue.

Jessica could only carry him on her back, after all, there was no place for him to rest at the moment.

As for Jessica herself, she only needs to dive into the deep sea, close her eyes, and sleep peacefully.

Morris was grateful and deserved, but he couldn't refuse her kindness. His body was overdrawn, and his left hand was completely unresponsive, so he couldn't hold on.

Otherwise, he wouldn't need the demon to clean him up, and he would have collapsed first.

So, he said to the mermaid girl very solemnly and sincerely, "Thank you, Jessica. ”

And she responded to him with a soft laugh: "You're welcome, you don't have to be so apologetic. ”

What a good girl, Morris praised her in his heart. At the same time, the figure of another girl came to his mind.

It's Lohman.

Loman's past belonged to Murphy, memories that Murris had cherished but had been fading. More than ten years is enough for a person to forget a lot of things, and the same is true of the fiery emotions that once stirred in the chest.

Although he can still remember her.

But what's the use? The timid mood of first love, the turbulent mood of passionate love, no longer rises in the limbs, everything has faded into the indifference of time.

After all, he was not reborn in Tirel with complete memories, and his soul gradually awakened in the past seventeen years, and the memories of Loman were unsealed little by little. By the time he gradually sketched the appearance of this girl as he grew up, he had already let go of a lot of things.

Including the unwillingness when he was dying, including the deep and distant love hidden in his heart.

What if Loman is alive? There's a good chance that Tirel and Earth aren't in the same universe.

What if Loman crossed over like him? Can she accept Murphy as a person she doesn't know at all? And even if she can, what about Murris? Can he accept Loman as a different person?

It was an issue he seldom thought about, or rather dared not touch.

He couldn't help but sigh, he sighed more these days than in more than a decade combined. He had thoroughly understood the dangers of the other world.

More than a decade of pampering life was completely destroyed, and he lost his money bag, his weapon, his clothes, and almost his life.

His bad luck is constant these days.

The most paradoxical thing is that his fate seems to be connected to this world.

He was still skeptical about it. But as a magician who has some superficial study of astrology:

If gods and demons both define the same thing in the same way, then it means that nine times out of ten the thing will decide the script according to their ideas.

At this point, he has no room for manoeuvre. He had to give up on these things and not think about them.

Morris tried to clear his head of some of the chaotic thoughts, but others came out of his own hands.

He had just put his speculation about his fate behind him, and his concern for the "Eedin Beauty" had left him pondering.

How's Barres doing? Henry doing? Where's Peters and daughters? And most importantly, April.

These people didn't get along with him for long. However, it has already taken a place in his heart.

Most importantly, because of them, he realized that there was still blood boiling in his bones.

He didn't dwell on the past, and he didn't lose some of his pride.

This is the reason for his trip away from home.

Knowing oneself can be a simple task for others.

But for Morris, there was always doubt in his mind.

......

As time passed, Jessica was still swimming forward in silence, tame but rarely spoke.

Or maybe neither of them seems to have completely escaped the tension and horror.

But the two were not awkward to get along silently—Morris felt so, and he didn't have much energy to analyze whether she was unhappy with him under her smiling expression.

For her, Morris had a very strange feeling.

On the one hand, he was grateful to her for reaching out twice, and he wanted to repay her. On the other hand, the part that belongs to the magician drives his gossip soul to burn.

As a result, a little monkey scratching his ears and cheeks dwelled in his mind, forcing him to analyze everything about Jessica.

The origins of her race, their habits, and their history.

Morris had an idea: legendary creatures are seen by people and are therefore not legends. Does that mean the same is true of other legends?

Of course, this is not a no-go.

But Morris had a vague feeling that the truth beyond Fren didn't stop at the merfolk.

Demons and gods appear in turn, and it makes no sense that the other fantasy creatures are just fiction.

Isn't it?, Morris thought with interest.

......

It doesn't feel like night anymore, Jessica thought curiously.

She was much more sober than Morris.

The night was excessively bright, or rather, excessively deep.

The starry sky and the sea complement each other, and the endless sea is stunningly beautiful. Jessica saw a whale float in the distance, its massive body spilling from its smooth, dark black skin, its whiskers spewing a white mist.

And in the shallow sea, some glowing translucent plants sway. Strange spots of light are refracted under the waves of the seawater.

From a distance, she and Morris don't look like they're in the sea, but in a vast starry sky.

It was beyond imagination, and Jessica realized that the beauty in front of her was not normal, and that it was not achieved overnight, but more like a gradual change as the two of them came over.

That's what they seeked.

The scenery is beautiful, ambiguous and charming. But Jessica didn't have time to care about that.

Morris's heart was like water, and he had too many things to worry about.

My sister has added too much to her martial arts and political skills since she was a child, and she has a high reputation among the nobility.

Because it never occurred to Morris to face a god in person. He didn't know anyone else who had been treated like this.

Morris glanced at Jessica, her expression a little flustered. Obviously, even if the merman clan is a dependant of the goddess of the sea, it is rare to go down to earth in person.

Frankly, the six gods of Morris are gone.

Do your best, Murphy. Morris took a breath, he didn't want to be in such a stalemate. He stood up and took a bold look at the god, and Jessica followed him to her feet in a panic.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Let's talk openly and honestly. Why did you summon me and Jessica to this desert island?"

He finished the sentence as little as he could.