When it was time for lunch, Lulunaka finally pulled Julius up.
At this time, Romuona had already left the dangerous edge to help prepare lunch. If Julius still had the time, he would probably be very happy that there was no girl around his age to see his current ugly state. As for Lulunaka, she was not in the same age range as him.
When Julius was pulled up, only Lulunaka and Ward were by his side.
Ward was no longer the shedding yellow dog. He didn't know when Lurunaka had changed it into a glossy black coat, turning it from a yellow dog into a glossy black dog.
Without its overlong hair, Ward looked energetic, unlike its usual listless appearance.
When Julius crawled on the ground and spat out the seawater in his stomach, Ward stood by his side, as if laughing at his ugly state. The dog raised its head high and barked a few times from time to time.
This dog was as bad as its owner, but Julius did not have the time to care about Ward. If Lulunaka had not pulled him up, he would have probably been knocked out by the waves.
Those waves were like water splashed out from a bucket, making him almost afraid of the sea.
Lulunaka squatted beside Julius, looking very interested. She did not care that the seawater Julius spat out was mixed with other messy things. Julius probably vomited all the food he ate in the morning.
"It's beyond my expectations to be able to hold on for so long.
I thought I would have pulled you up earlier.
Tomorrow, I hope you can perform better. I'm looking forward to it. "
Julius only felt that Lulunaka said a very funny joke, but it was a joke that he could not laugh at all.
"You are … Ugh …" Julius wanted to say something, but he immediately vomited again.
Being hung on a rope was not a pleasant experience, especially when the rope was swinging wildly for some reason. Coupled with the beating of the waves, he was like a rag doll tied to a rope, being ravaged by the storm.
Although there was no storm at the seaside, and he was not hanging on a tree, there was no doubt that this was the experience, or even worse.
Lulunaka continued, completely ignoring Julius's miserable look. "If you want to refuse, you can, but you have to return the sword to me and go back to your village.
If you go south, I don't think there is any possibility of danger. You won't be eaten by a beast on the road, right? "
Listening to Lulunaka's words, her meaning seemed to be very clear.
Either stay and continue to accept her deadly "game", or leave here.
Julius did not think that Lulunaka was a slender woman who could not bear to let him leave. If he really wanted to leave, she would definitely kick him in the ass and drive him back to the village where there was nothing.
For Julius, there was nothing there, only him.
Since he was alone, then no matter where he went, it was the same.
But only by staying here, by following Lulunaka, could he get something, something he had always wanted.
Julius did not know if Lulunaka was really willing to give those things to him, and he did not know if he could really get something from Lulunaka.
But he had to try to know if it was possible. If he did not even have the chance to try, then he would not be able to get anything.
After Julius vomited, he held the sword with both hands and used the sword as a crutch to stand up.
"I will stay … No matter what you plan to do, I will hold on!
I will never let you take my sword away! "
Looking at Julius's strong appearance, Lulunaka also stood up, looking very satisfied. "That's right … this is what I want to see.
Remember to come here on time tomorrow, don't be late.
Now if you still have the appetite to eat, come with me for lunch. "
Lulunaka turned to leave, but when she walked halfway, she turned back and continued to say to Julius, "I will give you a goal. When you can climb up from below, and not be pulled up by me, this excessive thing will end.
You can do it, right? "
When Julius heard this, the courage that he had just mustered almost shrank back.
How difficult would it be to climb up from that kind of cliff?
The slippery stone wall had been hit by the sea for many years, and there was almost no place to put his feet. And if he wanted to climb up, there would be endless waves behind him. There was always a way to wear down his strength, spirit, and will.
But with Lulunaka here, he did not have any chance to ask for the slightest mercy.
Julius could only try to do it — no, he had to do it. Otherwise, he might die in the waves.
"Do your best, I am looking forward to it."
Lulunaka waved to Julius. This time, she really left, leaving Julius there, still gasping for breath.
"Don't let me down."
After Lulunaka left, Ward was still beside Julius.
It circled around Julius a few times, barked a few times, and then left with Lulunaka.
After Lulunaka and her dog walked away, Julius looked at the rope on his body.
"You didn't tell me how to untie this rope …" he muttered to himself.
Before going back for lunch, he now had more troublesome things to deal with — if he dared to cut off the rope on his body with his sword, Lulunaka would probably tie him to a stone and throw him into the depths of the sea.
Time passed quickly, and it was relatively calm and peaceful, except for the matter of Julius being hung under the cape.
After he was kicked off the cape for the first time, another fifteen days had passed.
Julius was also hung under the cape today, swayed by the waves, and his consciousness was blurred.
Julius might not know that in the past half a month, Lulunaka had quietly increased his time by almost half.
Every day, Lurunaka extended the time he stayed below. It wasn't much, but it accumulated into a considerable amount of time.
Today, Lulunaka was still sitting beside the two-handed broken sword, which was used as a wooden stake to tie the rope, and sharpening her knife.
The knife had been sharpened to the point that it could not be sharper, but she was still sharpening it, as if she would only be satisfied when the blade of the knife was sharpened.
If Julius saw her sitting there sharpening the knife, he would probably tremble.
She now had a very sharp knife. It was easier to cut a rope than to cut a living thing.
But he was now under the cape, so he did not have the opportunity to see Lulunaka sharpening the knife.
Lulunaka was not the only one who could see Julius's current miserable appearance.
On the coast not far away, Olga and Padding both saw Julius suffering.
They could not see it clearly, but it was enough to understand what state Julius was in.
Olga and Padding, one just came out of the forest and passed by here, and the other was fishing on the coast.
In this place, there was no chance for idle people to eat for free. Everyone had to work in order to have food to eat.
Olga was carrying a wild boar on his shoulder. The wild boar was still alive, but looking at the wounds on its body, it was not far from death.
Padding had a basket at his feet, and the fish he caught were about to fill the basket.
There were not many people in the chapel, but except for Romuona, everyone had a big appetite.
Not to mention the three adult men and Julius, who was still growing, Lulunaka's appearance was surprising.
From the place where Padding was fishing, he could see the whole cape. Of course, this included Lulunaka and Julius, who were at the tip of the cape.
It was a marvellous sight to behold, a boy hung at the bottom of the promontory, like a condemned prisoner, and a maiden seated above him, like an executioner, though the executioner was a woman, and looked far too young for her.
"Her so-called game has been going on for half a month," Padding said. His conversation partner was naturally not the sea, but only Olga.
"That silly boy has also been going on for half a month.
When do you think he will give up? "
Olga and Padding had already figured out what Lulunaka and Julius were doing. At the same time, they had no chance to interfere.
No one could stop Lulunaka, and no one could persuade Julius to give up, which was tantamount to suicide.
"If he gives up now, he is almost dead. Whether he falls on the reef or leaves here, it is the same as death for him," Olga said.
If Julius fell on the reef, only a cold corpse would be left in this world. If he left here and returned to the village, his life was the same as death for him.
He would live a mediocre life as a villager, and then die as a villager.
"Why don't you hold on a little longer? Maybe you can see some opportunities … a glimmer of hope." After saying this, Olga left the coast where Padding was fishing.
Padding looked at the sea, and his gaze fell on the fishing rod.
The bamboo fishing rod in his hand was like a raised weapon, motionless. Only the line at the front was swaying with the waves.