Heather didn't continue arguing for Qin Mo. She wasn't sure if Qin Mo was someone who could keep a secret, but she was definitely someone who enjoyed pleasure and had fun.
Since Qin Mo kept his distance from the two, he began searching for long-haired Finnish hounds in the villages and wilderness along the way. At first, Heather thought Qin Mo wanted to use the unique affinity of the Elven bloodline to train some of them for search and reconnaissance, but later she found that Qin Mo spent all day playing with them.
To keep their whereabouts secret, the three spent most of their time camping in the wild on their way north to Baihai. Qin Mo's complete set of wilderness survival equipment amazed Promi, the veteran intelligence officer, who thought Qin Mo was incredibly extravagant.
Whenever Qin Mo set up his exquisite little tent and used his fine stove to stew soup and roast meat, Promi would complain in his heart, wondering why the Temple had sent someone more aristocratic than a nobleman to complete this dangerous mission.
Heatherine didn't blame Qin Mo, because she knew it was perfectly normal for a prince of the Great Xia Dynasty to enjoy himself and have fun. However, this time, the Temple dragged him into danger to create an opportunity for themselves, and even made him misunderstood and despised by Promi. This gave Heatherine a special feeling, a feeling she had never had before.
"Heather, Qin Mo is a prince of Great Xia. He wouldn't even look at an ordinary beauty, and his heart isn't easily moved. We need to be strategic." Before leaving, Elder Rhine, disregarding Heather's disgust, gave her a lot of advice.
"This mission may be dangerous, but it's the perfect opportunity for you. First, put Qin Mo in danger, then rescue him in the nick of time. Ideally, you'll get a little bit injured yourself... and he'll... keep you in his heart."
Here you are! Your soup!
While Heatherine was lost in thought, Qin Mo brought over a small bowl of soup and handed it to her. As for Promi, there was definitely no soup there.
Heatherine took it and nodded to Qin Mo to express her gratitude.
“Hatherine, you and him…” Promi looked at Heatherine’s ever-changing eyes, hesitating to speak.
“Promi, I am a member of the Temple. Everything I do is under the Temple’s control, so you don’t need to worry about me.” Heather replied coldly to Promi, then found a corner far away and began to drink her soup. She drank very slowly, as if there was something extremely precious in that bowl of soup.
Prome's eyes were vacant as he muttered to himself, "You were manipulated by the Temple, and me? I was manipulated by fate. We... are all pitiful!" (To chat with more like-minded people about "Sailing and Conquest," follow "or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books.)
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