By the time the meal was over, the sun had broken through the fog and was setting in the west, and it was still four or five hours before nightfall.

They spend a lot of time trying to fill their stomachs.

Even though Morris knew it was necessary, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

There were a lot of problems to deal with at the moment, but now he couldn't calm down and think. His forehead was burning, the wounds all over his body tended to be inflamed, his breathing was muddy, and his head was so chaotic that it was about to explode.

He sat on the beach and took off his shoes, the waves brushing the soles of his feet, and he buried his head in his knees, trying to sort out the accumulated and tangled problems little by little, as before.

But now he can't do it.

Memories of the past few days flashed back to his mind, and he thought of poor April, and then of the charming and cruel Lilith. Even the heart of the dead Robert beats in fantasy......

Morris had a splitting headache.

It wasn't until he was awakened by Jessica's anxious voice that he realized that the sun was already getting wester by the time he was about to be tormented by a low-grade fever.

The fire around the grilled fish was almost all that remained of blackened charcoal and ashes.

He looked at Jessica, who was waving to him in the shallow sea, and the girl swam over, most of her body was under the surface, only the thin white neck and head were exposed.

"Are you alright? The mermaiden looked at him worriedly, and Morris didn't let her know that her fever was related to her, but the thoughtful Jessica had already guessed, and she said with an apologetic face, "I'm sorry." ”

"It's not your fault. Morris hurriedly waved his hand. But Jessica frowned slightly, she didn't agree with his answer.

Morris didn't want her to fall into guilt, and he quickly added: "It's because my physical fitness is not good, and I catch a cold when the sea breeze blows." It's none of your business. ”

Jessica bowed slightly, not dwelling on the issue. She asked softly, "Did something happen?" I see you're distressed. ”

What happened?, Morris smiled wryly, and he grabbed a handful of chicken-nested hair, and the blood stain of the previous night stuck to a large strand of hair, and it solidified on it like inferior hairspray.

The question now is not what happened, but what didn't happen.

Demons and gods are going to war, and they are at war. Why involve me, a little mortal?

Even if you involve me, then you can treat me well, prepare a strategy and a golden finger for me, and let me honestly serve you to the death, can't you?

What's the point of tricking me into coming here like this, and then hiding my head and refusing to come out. Dissuade allies?

Morris was angry, but he didn't want to tell Jessica that this girl was a substitute for the gods after all.

So he could only smile reluctantly and say, "It's nothing, it's just that some problems can't be figured out." ”

"I can't figure it out......," Jessica said, looking at him steadily, meaningfully:

"Not necessarily the most important issue right now, is it?"

This sentence was like a revelation, and it suddenly dragged Moris, who had gotten into the tip of the bull's horns, back.

......

Because of the lack of intelligence, the problem becomes the problem.

I was not out of danger yet, and Morris finally remembered the thing he had always avoided unconsciously.

Therefore, the focus should now be on "how to survive tonight".

After all, he was sure of one thing: if he slept on the beach like this for another night, he wouldn't see the sun the next day.

Unlike Jessica, he is clearly weaker in human physique.

So, no matter what happens after that. He had to prepare himself a "quilt", a bonfire to drive away the beasts—the little fire he had built to roast the fish had been extinguished.

And it would be better if you could put up a tent to protect you from the wind and rain.

And these are things that Jessica can't help, and he must explore the interior of this desert island alone.

As for the rest: where is this, what are you doing here, why did you choose me, who is Lester?

These seemingly important questions can be put aside, after all, intelligence can be collected only after security is assured.

"What a nuisance. ”

Morris thought that he only had a useless dagger on his body, that he was unfamiliar with desert islands, that he could not use his left hand, but that all these things had to be taken care of before night came.

It's really going to kill you.

......

For Jessica, she also has an option to leave the deserted island.

She is a believer in Lorelei, not a believer in Leicester. In the absence of instructions from Master Lorelei, she was free to do anything.

However, she did not dare to try to annoy a deity, even if that deity was unknown in history, had a good temper and a friendly attitude.

And if she doesn't leave here, Morris won't be able to leave, and he's going to take all the risks alone.

Jessica thought of these joints and couldn't help but glance worriedly at Morris, who was on the verge of standing up, his wounds and blood stains were horrible. So she couldn't help but ask, "Do you want me to help you deal with the wound?"

This sentence cleared Morris from his thoughts, and he first looked down at the stains on his body, realizing that he had no image in front of this beautiful mermaid girl.

This made his face hot, and Morris hurriedly refused:

"I'll do this myself. ”

"I can help you clean your wounds, and you can do it yourself. Jessica insisted. She gently swayed her tail fin in the seawater.

She was able to purify the sea water into clear water, and she didn't even have to rely on the gods to protect her.

I really need to rely on her help, after all, image or something is still not as important as life.

So Morris said with a bitter face, "Wait until I come back." Soon it will be dark. ”

In his current condition, he didn't have the courage to go back into the jungle after dark.

The jungle of the desert island is not a flower bed that was trimmed by the gardeners in the park in his previous life, unknown, miasma, poisonous insects and beasts, he has no bottom in his heart.

So he glanced back at Jessica, and the girl looked back at him worriedly.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen her eyes, and yet he was still struck by the strange beauty.

Her personality is gentle, but her vertical pupils appear large and fierce, and these two different impressions have no sense of disobedience in her.

And, Morris suddenly noticed that when she frowned, her sideburns were beautifully raised, which reminded him of Loman.

A strange feeling rippled in his heart.

It occurred to Morris that this girl had also experienced the war of the previous night, just like him, and was also drawn into this environment that was alien to her, she was naturally affinity for water, but this feeling of being unilaterally cut off from the sea...... Is it similar to the horror of sudden blindness?

Morris didn't know.

But he knew that after that, she still saved himself from his serious injuries and brought him here. She should have been as tired, panicked, and confused as he was.

Morris sighed.