My Heroic Life

Roland stirred the seafood soup with octopus meat as the main ingredient, nibbling on the bread slouched, and Joan comforted: "Lan, although our speed has been delayed, we have indeed been moving forward."

"Well, the only thing that can be inferred right now is that the direction your revelation skills are pointing may be a large gathering of undead creatures."

"Sure enough, does it have anything to do with the ghost who attacked the branch?"

"It should be, but although there was a ghost ship before this magical realm, there are so many large ghosts, which is a bit contrary to the nature of this sea area."

After all, the focus is on the sea. Generally speaking, the main monsters here should be marine creatures. The ghost ship that collects treasures is often something to be met but not desired for monster hunters here, like Drake. This kind of heroic spirit with a very strong luck index is too many to meet once a week.

"There is a problem with the species of monsters. What is going on? Is it the kingdom of the dead? But how did Kraken come from before?"

Roland whispered to himself, frowned in confusion. He took a sip of the soup and noticed the surroundings, and raised his eyebrows.

"The concentration of magic power has dropped again."

"Huh? Really?"

Joan felt the concentration of magic power nearby, and said with some uncertainty: "I don't feel that strong, it seems to be lower?"

"Normal, you are not an etheric body, not as sensitive to magic as I am."

Roland answered Joan's question, then shook his head.

"Forget it, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong when the concentration of magic power is lowered. Put this aside in advance and think about any clues."

Amid the noise of the sailors, he bit the bread and thought, and Joan tilted his head to help thinking.

After dinner, the two stayed on the deck for a while. The thick fog remained the same in the evening, and Roland could only go back to the room with Jeanne to rest.

"I have to go back tonight."

Roland told Joan with a serious face: "Malda is very worried about you, at least I want to communicate our safety. Leonardo shouldn't be able to stop her."

"Well, I see. Sister Malda is worried about me. Please apologize to her for me."

After hearing that, Joan was a little guilty. She could imagine Malda's mood when she looked at the empty hot springs after get off work every day. Roland nodded when she saw this.

"Okay, then I will go back once. I want to come back for a few hours."

"Well, I got it."

The body of the black-haired man floated from the ground in the voice of the saint’s response. He thought about it, and closed his eyes as usual, facing the wall as usual. The next moment, the seed of courage is in the two bodies thousands of miles away. Flickering, Roland's consciousness shuttled away under the mighty force of human nature.

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After Roland's consciousness shuttled, the first thing he felt was the stiffness throughout his body.

Like an old vehicle that hasn't been on fire for a long time, Roland's body has maintained a posture for four days, even if he is lying down, his muscles have been sore.

He was lying on the bed looking at the familiar ceiling and did not act immediately. After all, he probably couldn't get up even if he moved. The first thing to do was to use magic power to start a round of blood circulation and blood stasis removal.

Under the action of the magic power, the blood flow all over the body accelerated, and the stiffness of the body was slightly relieved, but this also attracted the attention of Da Vinci who had been monitoring Roland's body.

"Welcome back, it's been four days, Roland kiss."

"Well, I'm back, do you have anything you want to tell me in these four days?"

"A lot, but first of all, Lan kiss I still think you should be prepared for the squally storm."

"Hey?"

Roland was stunned when he heard the words. At the same time, there was a door opening from the next door, and after a sound of footsteps, the door to Roland's room was suddenly pushed open.

The blue-haired saint who rushed into the door was a blue-haired saint in regular clothes. When she saw Roland sitting up, her body became stiff, and she blinked her eyes and lowered her head. She finally let out a sigh of relief. At this moment, she was relieved. atmosphere.

Roland looked at Malda, who was emotionally unstable at the door, feeling guilty. These four days must have been quite tormenting for her, but before he started to blame herself, Malda had raised her head again, and she looked towards Roland, the environment around him seemed to be burning with awe-inspiring murder in his eyes.

"Uh, hehe, Leonardo! Say something..."

Before Roland could finish speaking, Malda, who had rushed over like a teleportation, grabbed the collar.

"Wait, wait, Malda don't be impulsive, we are indeed a bit busy, you..."

Roland hurriedly tried to explain, but through the hand holding his collar, he felt the trembling of the girl in front of him. Malda stared at Roland, her eyes were bloodshot, and her breathing was very rapid. It was obvious that she hadn't rested much recently. Seeing her like this, Roland couldn't say anything to shirk her responsibility anymore, and could only bow his head and admit his mistakes honestly.

"Sorry, I was wrong."

"At that time, I said that I would come back soon, four days! This is what you said soon!"

"Sorry."

"Do you know me...Forget it, is Joan all right?"

"It's okay, we are still safe at the moment, and are..."

"Okay, it's enough to know that you are all right. I will talk about the rest afterwards. Your body is important. Let's eat something first.

Malda stood up and walked to the small table on the side. Roland followed her gaze and found that there was food on the table.

"It's cold, let me warm it up."

Marda walked out of the bedroom with a tray while talking, leaving Roland alone in a daze looking at the direction she left.

"Have she had a good rest recently?"

Roland asked Leonardo in his wrist. The latter thought for a while and said:

"I can't monitor the life of the heroes without permission, but Marda has been on the lighting equipment in the room for the last three nights, and it will come every two hours every night."

"...That's it."

"There is breakfast and dinner, too. I will take Roland's kiss every day. Watching her remove the cold food and replace it with new ones, and then the new ones will be cold again. Every day I worry about losing and replace them. Da Vinci sauce I feel a little pitiful."

"..."

"So Roland will give you a kiss for a while and thank Marda for this image of a loyal wife who takes care of her unconscious husband. Oh, Da Vinci sauce really likes it!"

"Enough of you, don't talk nonsense."

"Hehe, Roland is actually shy."

"To shut up!"

Roland quarreled with Da Vinci and got up to move his body. Not long after the door was pushed open again, Malda walked in with a plate of French mushroom soup.

"You haven't eaten for a long time, let's eat this first."

"Oh oh."