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Marika held the umbrella and looked at Elizabeth, who was constantly fanning under the umbrella, "Let's go into the captain's room."

Elizabeth let out an "oh", but didn't mean to move at all.

Marika's usual advice, Elizabeth listened to most of it, but on a few occasions when she couldn't listen, Marika had nothing to do with her.

But now the weather, not to mention the heat, the valley and the surrounding dense forest also produce a lot of water vapor, and the air feels slimy.

The high temperature combined with such humidity makes it a natural sauna.

Marika felt as if Elizabeth had lost weight—all the fat had evaporated.

Elizabeth also reassured Marika in turn: "Don't worry, it's just hot, it's not even a hardship compared to court etiquette training."

Marika frowned, "Is the court etiquette class some kind of torture?"

"It's torture." Elizabeth laughed, "I haven't met you then, and if I do, I'll be crying to you every day." As I did not meet you, I had to go to Madame Merry and cry, only to be reprimanded by her, saying, 'You will not be a good lady.'

Wipe her sweat as she continued, "I hated being such a wonderful lady at the time, so I was overjoyed when I was found to have Warlock blood. Originally, I thought that the torture-like training would have nothing to do with me from now on. Look at the book

"But no, I still have to practice sitting for a few hours a day, sitting in that special training chair for hours, and getting pricked by the spikes in the chair if I relax a little. When the lesson was over, Mrs. Melly would count the red dots on my body.

"I didn't learn much about the Warlock's course, and the teacher I invited only taught me some spell recognition, and then told me bluntly that because of the limitations of magic selection, the Warlock must hide a hole card, a hole card that is only used once in a lifetime.

"By the time it is used and known, the life of an elementary warlock will be coming to an end."

Marika: "It's not that miserable, Warlock...... Well, warlocks are indeed easier to deal with than mages. Experienced mages have many types of magic and cast spells quickly. Warlocks only have a few spells in total, and they can be cracked by gathering more information beforehand."

Elizabeth sighed, "Warlocks are more suitable for fixed turrets, but if you think about it, I'm the shortcoming of our team." You see, when the two of us don't go this time, he doesn't care about me at all, but he cares more about your wanderer ability."

Marika: "It's not his fault, the older the dungeon, the more wanderers are needed to dismantle the traps."

Elizabeth: "How old dungeons do you need a warlock?"

Marika was silent for a few seconds before replying, "There is no such dungeon. However, I think if he wants to embark on a new dungeon adventure, he will definitely bring yours with him."

Rosalie: "Yes, it's me, once you go on an adventure in the dungeon, I'll have to worry about my own safety, the sailors of this ship are very good as warriors, but they don't have spellcasters. If I am attacked, I will have to survive on my own."

Elizabeth stared at Rosalie for a few seconds and said, "However, I really can't think of going into the dungeon to risk taking an ordinary human with you. I've heard that the women of Monrovia also have swordsmanship and horseback riding as their subjects."

Rosalie: "Yes, indeed. There are also men who have joined the Monrovia army."

Elizabeth: "Why aren't you one of them?"

"If it's to lose weight, it's too troublesome to practice swords. And practicing swordsmanship will make your hands calloused, your arms will become full of bulging muscles, and you will look ugly in an open-neck dress with an open neckline."

Just then, the captain of the Star Chaser suddenly ran over, followed by a stout sailor and a clerk.

The captain pointed to the sailors: "This is the first mate of our ship, and the weaker one next to us is the ship's comptroller. Then the first mate personally checked the accounts, and found that the food had been subtly mismatched since we set sail, and I thought it was water at that time

Steal it with your hands, or eat it from the druids of the Salvation Squad......

Elizabeth: "The white will never steal food other than the ship's jerky."

The first mate frowned, "The ship's jerky is hard enough to break teeth, and it's to be soaked and mixed with other things."

Elizabeth: "Don't doubt it, you can bite. So is there less jerky on board?"

The first mate shook his head, "No, there's no shortage of jerky."

"I think so, Xiaobai has been going to the shore to catch game and roast it by herself for the past few days, and she also gave me roast rabbit meat."

The captain of the Star Chaser looked serious: "The boatswain is checking the sailors' bunks, and if the sailors stole them, there must be left. Because the ship's sailors' rations were always sufficient. If it wasn't for the sailors who stole it......"

Elizabeth: "We have guests on board."

Rosalie sighed, "I probably know who made the problem."

Elizabeth: "Who?"

"I have a younger brother named Oscar. You've seen it too."

Elizabeth looked at the sky, "Oh, that's that pretty little boy."

Rosalie: "Actually, it's my sister, but I was raised as a boy since I was a child, and I even let her join the army."

Elizabeth: "So, so you think she sneaked aboard?"

Rosalie: "It's easy to guess what a child thinks. Think about it, our captain......

Elizabeth: "[Our] captain."

She deliberately bites the accent on "us".

Rosalie: "Okay, okay, I'm a supernumerary. My brother - my sister should be hiding in the bucket in the cabin, and she will do it. Be gentle when you catch her, and try not to stab her if you can. Wait for Xiaobai to come back and let Xiaobai turn into a griffin and send her back."

Elizabeth: "You're quite resolute, and you don't favor your family at all?"

Rosalie looked at the princess of Kosania, "No, I know about the adventures you've already experienced. I came here with the consciousness that I would become a dead ghost before I even turned into a cannon. You may not feel anything as someone else, but I'm almost scared to death as someone else.

"Look at what you're talking about, a few thousand meters underground, just down the shaft for a few minutes. Then in the face of the tide-like cavemen, he finally finished killing and entered the fetal movement hall, and the fetal movement hall collapsed.

"And then you just got back to the surface from a group of ancient ruins thousands of meters deep underground, in the midst of a collapse."

"Do you realize how lucky you are to survive?"

Elizabeth: "This is not so mysterious, the king said that the fetal temple was deliberately designed so that the top would crack when it collapsed."

Rosalie: "But how long has it been since that temple was built? The Second Age! Thousands of years before Monrovia was born!"

Elizabeth: "It's not that long, different eras, just because there are historical records, although the Tertiary Period is now 1,400 years old, the first two periods may not be 1,400 years."

Marika: "That's not accurate. The eldest of the current Drow hostesses has lived for three thousand years, relying on the power of 'Lady Rose' to prolong her life, and is already a demigod-level existence. She also didn't know the history of the Second Age.

"We don't have scholars who specialize in history, but we tend to prefer that the first, second, and third periods in the lingua franca are divided by characteristics, not chronology.

"The First was the age of Cyclops and dragons, and the Second was the age of elves and dwarves, and humans were still cowering in hot areas that elves and dwarves did not like. The Tertiary is the age of mankind."

Rosalie was about to answer when the boatswain commanded the sailors to come up with a bucket.

"Following your instructions, we found this abnormal barrel."

The bucket spoke: "There's citrus in the bucket."

Captain: "We are river boats, not sea boats, and we don't need to deal with sepsis. We did bring fruit but mostly for supplies

Ladies and gentlemen."

The barrel was silent.