Qin Mo cursed inwardly. Could it be that the Temple really couldn't obtain the secret of the cannon? It was just that the benefits they hadn't paid were too great. Even if they sent people to observe and experiment for a long time, just like the military industry of the Celestial Empire, as long as they invested enough alchemists and enough financial resources, they would eventually be able to crack the secret of the cannon.

However, the temple used the simplest and most direct method: taking advantage of the proud saintess's loyalty to the temple, making her work as a spy against her own will. This was definitely the most efficient and time-saving method.

But the straightforward Heatherine was simply not cut out to be a spy! If it weren't for her kindness and generosity, the ruler of light, the noble saintess Heatherine, would already be sunk to the bottom of the cold White Sea.

Neither of them spoke. Qin Mo pursed her lips, her face drooping. She ran steadily through the jungle, occasionally dodging the Frostwolf Clan hunting party.

Heatherine stopped crying, curled up on Qin Mo's back, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep a little longer, longing for the warmth of her dreams. But the chill in her heart tormented her, preventing her from falling asleep.

Over three days, Qin Mo ran more than a thousand miles without sleep. Meanwhile, Heatherine suffered from insomnia for three days and three nights straight.

For the past three days, except for the occasional pause to eat, the two have been inseparable. Sometimes when Qin Mo looks back at Heather, she always meets Heather's deep gaze, which no longer avoids her.

"Helsinki is just ahead. I heard it was a smuggling port established by the fallen Frostwolf clan. Is that true?"

Qin Mo finally stopped, lit a campfire, and rested for the night. Tomorrow they would reach the northern shore of the Baltic Sea, and across the sea would be either Tallinn or Riga Fortress in the Western Continent. They needed to plan their specific itinerary.

“Yes! When the Frostwolf Clan was severely damaged by the Temple, they developed a grudge against other orc clans and retreated to this land. Their attitude towards humans and orcs is very subtle now. We do have secret trade relations with them.”

As a high-ranking figure in the temple, Heatherine knew many secrets. The werewolves of the Frostwolf Clan had established the port of Helsinki, specializing in smuggling to the Western Continent, exchanging precious medicinal herbs and furs for food and ironware, and of course, there were other secret dealings as well.

"After we return to Riga Fortress, don't leave my side. Even if they try to coerce you into something, I won't agree. I'll take care of everything!" Heather handed Qin Mo the grilled meat skewers and said calmly.

Qin Mo shook her head and said, "I... want to visit the sacred land of the elves..."

Heatherine, who was grilling meat, froze for a moment before finally recovering and saying indifferently, "Oh! Fine!"

"These are basic blueprints for the artillery. As for the detailed parameters... you can let them experiment on their own. It should be ready for production in a few years." Qin Mo took out a charcoal sketch and handed it to Heather.

Heatherine's eyes immediately filled with tears. By now, she had already rejected this mission from the bottom of her heart. She sincerely told Qin Mo about the temple's conspiracy and tried hard to improve her relationship with Qin Mo, but Qin Mo tore her efforts to shreds with a simple diagram.

“I don’t need this…” Heather choked up. She had tried to stop crying, but she just couldn’t hold back.

"Well... to be honest, Heatherine, I actually have better cannons, but... I haven't made them yet. This drawing is just for you to complete... we're still... friends."

Qin Mo could generally understand the thoughts of this 26-year-old girl. He put the simple diagram into Heather's hand and then persuaded her in a gentle tone.

"Waaaaah..."

Heather finally lowered her head and cried. Why did what others considered treasures seem so insignificant to him? Why did this gentle and refined person... want to leave her?

After a long while, Heather put the cannon diagram down, then looked steadily at Qin Mo and spoke softly.

"The temple's task for me was to pay a price to obtain this blueprint. Now that I have it... it's time for me to... pay the price!" Want to chat about "Sailing and Conquest" with more like-minded people? Follow "Or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books with other book lovers.