But Jelu knew very well that Philsa was very anxious inside; he had always been like that, but on the surface he didn't seem to care.
"I'm sorry... I'm going to be late again."
“You got hurt because of me, so I should be the one apologizing.” Philsa squeezed her hand.
Although Jelu could still feel the pain in her wound, she didn't feel sad. She deliberately pulled her companion's hand closer so she could rub her face against it.
This was the most peaceful moment for her. She remembered the dream she had just had, the deepest secret in her heart.
Her companion was wearing silk gloves, but she could still feel his warmth. She continued to keep her eyes closed, listening to her companion's soft conversation with the woman.
"You and she seem to be very close."
"Yes, that's right. She saved me in a critical moment not long ago, and was injured in the process."
"Don't say that anymore," Jelu quietly interjected.
The woman sighed and said with emotion, "In our tribe, no one completely trusts anyone else, and no one would risk their life to save anyone else, except for husband and wife, of course... You two are so kind."
It seems that the group helping him and his companions is actually a cold-hearted one.
At the same time, Jielu could also hear the envy in her words.
This woman, who helps herself to women, seems even younger than Jelu.
"It's just that our customs are different from yours. Customs and habits vary from place to place."
The companion gave a vague answer to avoid any potential awkwardness.
As Jielu listened to their conversation, her consciousness gradually drifted into a dream.
The women began to tell the stories of their people. Their voices were as melodious as folk songs. They had always led a nomadic life, their footprints covering the grasslands, calling themselves wanderers from beyond the Great Wall, even though this grassland still belonged to Xingli.
Although they are of the same race, they each live independent lives, relying on no one else, living and dying for themselves.
However, one thing is certain: only couples within a tribal community have a mutual dependence.
People only become close when they are bound by blood ties. This is the custom of nomadic groups, because they have always lived a nomadic life, the amount of prey they catch depends on the whims of the heavens, they are wary of others, suspicious of others, and sometimes they have to face sudden night attacks by wolves and monsters.
Having endured so much, their hearts are no longer at peace, and they can only continue in this way.
"So only husband and wife can be so devoted to each other through life and death, right?"
The woman was young and untouched by the "habits" of her tribe; she remained naive. She asked this question, seeking confirmation of her own ideas. If it were someone from her own tribe, they would surely laugh at her for being so childish.
Philsa nodded firmly.
"Yes...yes...just like you two, a married couple, I'm so envious." She smiled happily after confirming.
Philsa paused for a second, then nodded. Jelu, startled awake, buried her flushed face in the pillow, not wanting anyone to see it.
"My name is Euler."
“My name is… Felsa. This is my companion, named Jelu.” He was certain that Euler was not King Augustine’s subordinate and would not harm him, so he gave his name.
"Companion...does that mean...wife?"
"..." They did indeed do something that only husband and wife should do last night.
To her relief, her companion did not deny the fact.
She had a dreamlike illusion that "your wedding will be on this day next month..." The words still sounded pleasant.
But……
This is the reality. Reality—how will Sherry react when she discovers their relationship? Besides anger, she'll definitely be heartbroken.
Jelu decided to keep this secret no matter what.
Presumably, this is also the decision Philsa made.
3. The herbal medicine for knife wounds provided by the nomads was very effective, and with the addition of healing magic, Jelu was able to move her arms without any hindrance.
But upon seeing this, the nomadic people who had saved them began to act like opportunists, much like merchants.
In short, they wanted to exchange their refined medicine for a sum of money.
Nomadic peoples also crave money; they yearn to eat and drink in the city and even more so, they want to settle down and escape their nomadic life.
Philsa used all the gold coins he had to exchange for herbs, but could only buy five or six packs.
When traveling, money is just an external thing; medicine is more precious than money.
For several days in a row. That evening, Jielu picked up her knife and continued practicing. She thought that if she didn't use it for several days, even if the knife didn't rust, she herself would, so she took advantage of the night to practice diligently.
Euler wasn't a martial arts practitioner and didn't understand these concepts. Instead, he worried that the injury on her back would leave a scar; a scar under fair skin would certainly look unsightly.
Jelu gave a shy smile and said it was alright.
"But... then you won't be able to wear backless evening gowns, like the ones sold in the city, they're so pretty!"
"A dress doesn't necessarily have to show its back."
The dress… Jelu recalled a dream she had not long ago. It was a secret known only to her, and ultimately, it was just a dream. She shook her head, raised her knife, and continued to assume the stance of drawing it.
Philsa was leaning against a tree. Although she couldn't see him, she could sense through her magical touch that Jelu was standing motionless, concentrating intently. This was the foundation of sword practice.
Euler had absolutely no interest in martial arts and told Firsa that she had prepared a tent for them and placed the repaired clothes inside. She left shortly afterward.
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