Juliana’s workshop Chapter 64: On the 30th day, admirable perseverance

　　Lulunaka pulled Julius up again. This time, Julius still failed to climb up by his own ability. This was originally an extremely difficult thing, and Julius was already struggling to deal with the beating of the waves. He could only barely keep himself from drinking so much water and prevent the cross sword in his hand from letting go.

　　 He is not a fool. Earlier, he wrapped a small hemp rope on the hilt of the cross sword. The string after absorbing water made the sword more difficult to release. Lulunaka didn’t have any problems with Julius’ response measures like this, but smiled and spread her palms and waved at Julius a few times. “The palm of your hand will become ugly.”

　　 As Lulunaka said, by now, Julius’ palms are scratched everywhere, some are scarred, and some are still bleeding. The price of the sword not easily getting rid of is that his palm is worn out, especially the string soaked in salty seawater.

　　 At the beginning, the pain of a torn palm really kept Julius awake for several nights, especially after Lulunaka applied a strange ointment to him, it made him sleepless with pain, although This ointment seems to be very effective on the wound, but the irritation is too strong. Now, Julius has long been accustomed to this kind of pain, and after the skin of his palm has become rougher and thicker, he is not as uncomfortable and painful when holding the sword.

　　Lulunaka pulled him up, just patted Julius on the head, and left without saying anything. Now Julius is not as bad as the first day, and the vomit is everywhere, which can be said to be a very obvious improvement. He didn’t let the sea water into his stomach anymore, and also withstood the shaking when he was hit by the waves, but the fatigue caused by being hung down all the time did not disappear from him so easily.

　　 When he struggled to stand up, Olga stood in front of him. He was a little surprised, and he didn’t notice when Olga came here until he raised his head.

　　 Olga didn’t say anything, but first stepped forward, approached Julius, stretched out his big hands, grabbed Julius’s next door and squeezed a few times.

　　 Julius didn’t react for a while, because Olga’s movements were too sudden. When Olga’s palm touched his skin, he found that Olga’s hands were as rough as poor-quality linen. The calluses on Olga’s palm rubbed against him a little uncomfortably.

　　 In Julius’s mind, Olga is a very strong warrior, and the hand of this warrior is not what a pampered person should have. Rough, calluses, and possibly scars-as long as those injuries don’t hurt the bones, then there is nothing serious. Is this the hand a fighter should have? If that’s the case, then even that Padin, who he hates, should have such a pair of hands.

　　 Julius thought of his hand. Compared with Olga, his hands are like the hands of noble young masters. Thinking of this, Julius clenched his fist secretly.

　　 Olga grabbed Julius’ arm and pressed it several times, and quickly released him. “I’m a little surprised, you persisted with her such a bad behavior.” Olga said to Julius. Standing tall in front of Julius, he had to lower his head to look at Julius. His strong body also makes him look like an old man at all, like a hill in Julius’ eyes.

　　 Julius looked up at Olga, “If I don’t insist, then I have only two choices: death or leaving. Either way, for me, it’s a dead end.”

　　 “It might be happier to go back and be a villager,” Olga said.

　　 Julius doesn’t think so. “In that case, your own destiny will be surrendered to others. When you first came to the village, the disputes caused by those mercenaries…My destiny lies in your hands. I would really be so lucky to be able to Have you met someone as kind as you and…Patine every time?”

　　 When talking about Padin, Julius was a bit hesitant and reluctant, but thinking that Padin had indeed saved him, this is a fact, so he honestly took Padin as well.

　　 Olga sighed and touched Julius’ head. Julius was a little uncomfortable with his sudden intimacy, but he couldn’t avoid it, so he could only let Olga touch his head with an awkward expression.

　　 Olga always thought that Julius was an impulsive fool. It seems that he is not too stupid, but he is still far away from being smart. Especially when he got in touch with an existence like Lulunaka, for him, was it stupid and smart, luck or misfortune… Olga couldn’t make it clear either.

　　 He can’t stop Julius and Lulu Naka, nor is he qualified. But if it’s just some trivial help, he would be very happy.

　　”Keep the next words in your heart. You can’t be too passive. That way, the waves will beat you up and down. Put the weight of your body on your waist. Don’t straighten your body. That’s hanging. The posture…” Olga removed his hand from Julius’ head and began to teach Julius some experience. Olga has no experience of being hung under the cape and being beaten by the wind and rain, but if it is a similar thing, he has some experience. After traveling abroad for many years, some wonderful and dangerous things have always happened, and Olga has encountered many.

　　 When nothing happens, time will always pass quickly.

　　 It’s been thirty days since Julius was kicked off the cape for the first time.

　　 Today’s Julius is still hung under the cape and on the rocks, facing the impact of the sea.

　　 Because of Olga’s guidance, he is no longer as passive as he was earlier. When the wave came, he twisted his body so that he was not hit by the wave, but along the wave. Power swayed his body-the first time he did this, he spat out again. But after getting used to it, the waves became less terrible. The body pain caused by being beaten by the waves is also decreasing daily. Julius is very grateful for Olga’s teaching of his experience.

　　 Maybe, in addition to thanking Olga, he also has to thank Lulunaka. Lulunaka prepared for him a rope that doesn’t seem to wear out no matter how tossing it, and the rope tying method that is safe enough and has a lot of restraints, so that he can stick to it on the thirtieth day. It is not because the rope is broken and strung up on the reef.

　　 But Julius would never thank Lulunaka. After being hung for a long time, Julius finally found out that Lulu Naka added to him every day. Not only is the time lengthened, but the height of the drop is also increasing every day. If the former is to be discovered with care, then the latter is very obvious-Julius shouldn’t be dazzled, only to have the illusion that the reef is getting closer and closer to him.

　　 is close to the reef. From the height, it seems to avoid the danger of being pierced after falling, but Julius can’t feel happy at all. Under this towering cape, the further down, the more powerful the waves become. There is no day for him to feel relaxed, even if he is used to being beaten by the waves and has Olga’s experience. Sometimes Julius will have the illusion that he will be flattened by the waves, just like the reef below ~IndoMTL.com~ It’s just that the reef is a dead thing and doesn’t care what shape he becomes, but He is a living person, if he is deformed, he will probably be treated as a monster.

　　 Today’s Julius is also struggling in the waves. His figure under the cape was seen by some people.

　　On the shore where Padin was fishing, Apo sat next to Padin, silently watching Julius constantly move. Looking at him from here, Julius is like an earthworm hung on a fishing line, ready to be thrown into the sea as bait. It was like a fishing rod set up in front of him.

　　The man who “fished” on the cape, Lulunaka, was sitting there today, but couldn’t see exactly what she was doing.

　　 is different from Padin’s serious appearance of standing and holding the fishing rod. Apo looks more casual and does not focus on fishing. Probably only when the fishing rod is shaken will he stand up and hold it. it.

　　 “She should know that the boy is just a piece of wood.” Apo said.

　　He is the only one here with Padin, so he has no other conversation partner besides talking to Padin. Of course, it is also possible that he was just mumbling to himself.

　　 But Padin took his words and didn’t let the conversation turn into a self-talk, “Yes, she said that a long time ago, that kid is just a root of wood, or a root of rotten wood.”

　　 “She has always spoken mercilessly.” Apo continued.

　　 The fishing rod in Patin’s hand shook, he flicked the fishing rod up, and a fish with the hook flew into the air, then he took the hook out and threw it into the basket at his feet. “Yeah, not euphemistic at all. I told the truth.” He said, “But why did you keep that silly boy by his side? Maybe it’s because he has courage… almost equivalent to stupid courage.”