Chapter 391 I'm Busy

Debbie and her husband were eager to go to Rome to find Qin Mo, while the thirty elven lads were also eager to "exchange life experiences" with the sea girl. The Jia 609 did not dock in Aceh, but turned around and went straight out of the strait, plunging into the Indian Ocean.

It is currently summer, and the monsoon currents of the Indian Ocean rotate clockwise around the coastline. If the ship were to take the Calicut-Dius-Aden route, it would inevitably be against the wind and current. Therefore, the Jia 609 ship had to go around the summer currents of the Indian Ocean and make a large clockwise circle in the Indian Ocean to reach Aden.

When the amphibious ship Jia 609 reached the Maldives, Debbie pointed to the island and said to Promi, "Shia and I were imprisoned here. Later, Shia finally had a chance to escape on her own. Eventually, Shia and Audrey came back to rescue me, but Melia... also died here..."

Debbie's face darkened, and she sighed softly. She was thinking about the decades of hardship she had endured, and she was also lamenting for the rebellious Melia. Regardless of who was right or wrong, she was doing it all for the continuation of the sea people, only they had chosen different paths.

Prome gently took her hand, and the two smiled at each other and snuggled together.

Everyone on the ship avoided that deck, leaving space for the couple who had endured so much hardship. Only those who have experienced suffering can truly appreciate the preciousness of this sweetness.

Countless people in the world have experienced hardship, but ultimately not everyone can taste the sweetness of life.

Heatherine was one of the lucky ones who tasted the sweetness of success.

"Click...click...click"

The sound of high heels was very crisp and pleasant, but Elder Charles and Paladin Page both had headaches after hearing it.

A woman in a black veil appeared at the entrance of the Temple Elders' Council Hall, then flashed into the hall with the sound of high heels.

"Oh! Heatherine, you've changed into a new dress again!"

The female knight Sif's eyes lit up as she stared at Heather's new dress with envy.

Heatherine has been changing her clothes a lot lately, and every outfit is something Sif has never seen before, yet they are all incredibly beautiful. Heatherine also exudes a charming aura of "freedom and independence".

This dress is clearly the same type as that pure white tulle dress. The fine black silk weaves a deep, night-sky feel, and the small rhinestones adorning it sparkle like stars as she walks.

"Um!"

Heather smiled faintly. She and Sif had a good relationship now and occasionally talked about their fashion tips.

Her graceful figure walked all the way to the purple chair before sitting down.

Ever since Elder Ashif added a chair for Heather in the Council of Elders of the Temple, everyone's attitude towards Heather has changed drastically. There is awe, jealousy, and of course, more envy.

The chair was the same purple as Elder Ashiff's, and the jewels inlaid on it were in no way inferior to Ashiff's. The meaning behind it was obvious to everyone: it was to establish Heather as the next Elder.

Suddenly, undercurrents surged within the temple. Several people who had harbored ambitions for Ashif's position after his death went into hiding, careful with their words and actions to avoid any unpleasantness.

After all, the embarrassing scene of Charles being choked is still fresh in people's minds.

Regardless of their own agendas, all factions expressed goodwill towards Heather, and many even expressed their desire to join her ranks.

Heatherine didn't do anything big. Apart from giving Elisa lessons every few days, she spent most of her time going to the Vaughn district to see Qin Mo.

“Heather, although the current Saintess candidate has shown an affinity for the light, you are still the Saintess. You should still pay attention to your image!” Paladin Paige said, frowning as he looked at Heather.

“Now that I am an elder, I naturally no longer fulfill the duties of a saintess. As for the saintess? The temple has had vacancies before!” Heather said calmly, without looking to either side.

There have indeed been times in the history of the Temple when there were no saints, but those were all dark moments in the history of the Temple.

"Elder... this..." Paige was speechless for a moment after being choked by Heatherine, so she could only turn her gaze to Ashiff, who was sitting in the first seat.

Elder Ashif opened his drowsy eyes and smiled slightly, "A very beautiful dress. If you have any extra fabric, make one for Sif too. There are plenty of balls in Rome!"

Charles and Page, who were full of expectations, both froze, wondering if Ashiff was still the same strict and rigid elder he used to be.

"Um!"

Heatherine nodded gently in agreement.

“I also want a pair of shoes like yours…is that alright?” Sif had long coveted Heatherine’s high heels, and she immediately seized the opportunity to ask for them.

Heatherine thought for a moment and then said, "I can teach you how to do it!"

Heather's shoes were all made by Qin Mo herself. Before making them, she had to repeatedly measure and compare her feet to make them the best they could be. Sif was shorter than Heather, so naturally, she couldn't have them all made for her.

"Alright, ladies, let's begin our discussion of the front lines!" Ashif sat up straight, regaining his dignified demeanor.

"After extensive investigation and verification, we have now confirmed the new movements of the orcs!"

"The powerful orcs and the Tsar of the Rakshasa Kingdom held a secret meeting in Moscow. We don't know the specific details of the discussions, but half of their tribes on our eastern front have begun to migrate eastward to the Black Sea."

After Ashif finished speaking, he looked at the four Saint-level experts present and said in a deep voice, "If my guess is correct, they are going to adjust their main attack direction and cut off our connection with Great Xia."

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