Lulunaka pulled Julius up again.
This time, Julius was still unable to climb up with his own strength.
This was already an extremely difficult task, and Julius was already having a hard time dealing with the waves. He could barely prevent himself from drinking too much seawater, and also prevent the cross-shaped sword from falling out of his hand.
He was not a fool. Earlier on, he had wrapped the cross-shaped sword's hilt with a small hemp rope. After absorbing the water, the rope made it harder for the sword to fall out of his hand.
Lulunaka did not have any objections to Julius's response. She only smiled and opened her palm, waving it at Julius.
"Your palm will become very ugly."
Just as Lulunaka said, Julius's palm was now full of scratches. Some of them were scarred, and some of them were still bleeding.
The price for not letting go of the sword was that his palm was worn out, especially the rope that was soaked in salty seawater.
In the beginning, the pain from the tearing of his palm did cause Julius to be unable to sleep for several nights. Especially after Lurunaka applied a strange ointment on him, it caused him to toss and turn in pain. Although the ointment seemed to be very effective on the wound, the stimulation was too strong.
Now, Julius had already gotten used to this kind of pain. Moreover, after the skin on his palm became thicker and coarser, he did not feel as uncomfortable and painful as before when he held the sword.
After Lulunaka pulled him up, she only patted Julius's head and left without saying anything.
Now, Julius was no longer as unbearable as he was on the first day. Vomiting was everywhere. It could be said that this was a very obvious improvement.
No more seawater entered his stomach, and he withstood the shaking of the waves. However, the fatigue caused by being hung under the water for a long time did not disappear so easily.
When he stood up with difficulty, Olga was standing in front of him.
He was a little surprised, and until he raised his head, he did not realize when Olga had arrived.
Olga didn't say anything. First, he walked forward and approached Julius. He stretched out his large hands, grabbed Julius's chest, and squeezed it a few times.
Julius couldn't react in time because Olga's actions were too sudden.
When Olga's palm touched his skin, he found that Olga's hand was as rough as inferior linen.
The calluses on Olga's palms rubbed against him, making him a little uncomfortable.
In Julius's mind, Olga was a very strong warrior, and the hands of this warrior were not the hands of a person who lived like a prince.
It was rough, had many calluses, and probably also had many scars. As long as those scars did not injure the muscles and bones, then it was not a big deal.
Were these the hands of a warrior?
If that was the case, then even Padin, whom he hated a little, should have such a pair of hands as well.
Julius thought of his own hands.
Compared to Olga's hands, his hands were like those of a noble young master.
Thinking of this, Julius secretly clenched his fists.
Olga grabbed Julius's arm and pressed it a few times, and then quickly let him go.
"I am a little surprised that you actually persevered with her vile actions." Olga said to Julius.
He stood tall in front of Julius, but still had to lower his head to look at Julius.
His strong body made him not look like an old man at all. In Julius' eyes, he was like a small mountain.
Julius raised his head to look at Olga. "If I did not persevere, then I would only have two choices: death or leaving.
No matter which one it is, for me, it is a dead end. "
"Go back and be an honest villager, maybe you will be happier." Olga said.
Julius did not think so.
"In that case, my fate will be in the hands of others.
When you first came to the village, the disputes caused by the mercenaries … My fate is in your hands.
Will I really be so lucky to meet people like you and … Padding every time? "
When talking about Padding, Julius was a little hesitant and unwilling. But thinking that Padding did save him, this was a fact, so he honestly included Padding.
Olga sighed and reached out to touch Julius's head.
Julius was a little uncomfortable with his sudden intimate action, but it was not easy to avoid, so he could only let Olga touch his head with an awkward expression.
Olga always thought that Julius was an impulsive silly boy.
Now it seemed that he was not too stupid, but, he was still far from being smart.
Especially when he had a relationship with someone like Lulunaka, to him, whether it was stupid or smart, lucky or unlucky … Olga could not say clearly.
He could not stop Julius and Lulunaka, and he did not have the qualifications to do so.
But if it was some insignificant help, he would be very happy.
"Remember what I am going to say next in your heart.
You can't be too passive, or you will only be beaten to pieces by the waves.
Put your body weight on your waist, don't straighten your body, that is the posture of hanging … "Olga removed his hand from Julius's head and began to impart some experience to Julius.
Olga did not have the experience of being hung under the cape and being beaten by the wind and rain, but if it was something similar, he had some experience.
After traveling for so many years, there were always some wonderful and dangerous things that happened, and Olga had encountered a lot of them.
When there was nothing happening, time always passed quickly.
It had been thirty days since Julius was kicked off the cape for the first time.
Today, Julius was still hanging under the cape, on the reef, facing the impact of the sea.
Thanks to Olga's guidance, he was no longer as passive as before. When the waves hit him, he twisted his body so that he wouldn't be hit by the waves, but instead, he swayed his body with the force of the waves. The first time he did this, he vomited again.
But when he got used to it, the waves became less scary.
The pain caused by the waves hitting his body also lessened every day.
Julius was very grateful to Olga for imparting his experience to him.
Perhaps, in addition to Olga, he also had to thank Lulunaka.
Lulunaka had prepared a rope for him that would not be worn out no matter how hard he tried. She also had a rope that was safe enough to bind him. It allowed him to persevere on the thirtieth day, instead of being strung up on the reef when the rope broke.
But Julius would never thank Lulunaka.
After being hung for a long time, Julius finally discovered the trick of Lulunaka increasing his daily dose.
Not only did the time increase, even the height of his descent increased every day.
If the former required attentiveness, then the latter was very obvious. Julius should not be seeing things, so he had the illusion that the reef was getting closer and closer to him.
Being close to the reef, in terms of height, he seemed to have avoided the danger of being pierced by the waves. But Julius did not feel happy at all.
Under this towering promontory, the further down they went, the more powerful the waves became.
Not a day had passed where he felt relaxed, even though he was already used to being slapped by the waves, and had also obtained Olga's experience.
Sometimes, Julius would have the illusion that he would be flattened by the waves, just like the reef below.
But the reef was an inanimate object, and would not care about its shape. But he was a living person, if he transformed, he would probably be treated as a monster.
Today, Julius was also struggling amidst the waves.
His figure under the promontory was noticed by several people.
At the shore where Padding was fishing, Apo sat cross-legged beside Padding, silently observing Julius's constant movements.
From his perspective, Julius was like an earthworm on a fishing line, ready to be thrown into the sea as bait.
Just like the fishing rod that was set up in front of him.
The person 'fishing' on the promontory, Lulunaka, was also sitting there today, but it was impossible to see what she was doing.
Unlike Padding who was holding onto the fishing rod with a serious expression, Apo appeared more casual, not fully concentrating on fishing. Only when the fishing rod swayed, would he stand up to hold onto it.
"She should know, that youth is just a piece of wood." Apo said.
Only he and Padding were here. Therefore, apart from Padding, there was no one else to talk to.
Of course, it was also possible that he was just mumbling to himself.
But Padding continued his words, not allowing the conversation to turn into a mumbling. "Yes, a long time ago, she said, that kid is just a piece of wood, a rotten piece of wood."
"She has always been merciless with her words." Apo continued.
The fishing rod in Padding's hand trembled. He swung the fishing rod upwards, and the fish holding the hook flew into the air. Then, he retrieved the hook and threw it into the basket by his feet.
"Yes, she wasn't tactful at all, and spoke the truth." He said. "But why did she keep that foolish kid by her side?
Perhaps because he is courageous … … .a courage that is equivalent to foolishness. "