Qin Mo didn't reply. It was too far from the capital to send Haina back to her hometown. He wasn't even sure if Haina could safely reach Rome on her own.
"I'm willing to go. I'd rather die in battle in the forest than be tortured like livestock." Haina had clearly heard about the tragic fate of the elves, and she trembled as she stated her decision.
"Your Highness Heatherine, let's meet before we arrive in Rotterdam."
Qin Mo left a message for Saintess Heatherine, then took Haina's hand and disappeared into the night. Heatherine did not stop them and let them go.
Hina was too weak, so Qin Mo had to teach her some of the Elven cultivation techniques before they went to the Elven homeland.
The two could not communicate, but the elven tradition was based more on personal understanding, and Qin Mo did not want the elven secrets to be passed on to the temple, so she had no choice but to take Haina along the Rhine River to Rotterdam.
Every day at dawn, Qin Mo would conjure up a lot of starlight, imitating various cultivation methods of the Elven race, and even directly inject the starlight into Haina's body, letting her study and comprehend it on her own. During the day, he would let Haina meditate and ponder on her own, and sleep soundly.
As night fell, the two continued their journey under the cover of darkness. Along the way, Qin Mo would teach Haina some basic elven combat skills. It could be said that Haina had never been so tormented in her life. She could only sleep for two or three hours a day, and the rest of the time she was either meditating or getting beaten up.
Hena gets beaten up every day and cries many times a day, but she doesn't cry because of the beatings, but because she is moved.
She felt the power of the cultivation method that Professor Qin Mo gave her. Although she was always beaten dizzy by Qin Mo, the huge changes in herself moved her deeply. Qin Mo completely changed her, turning her from a poor child into a true elven girl with a lineage.
Haina was very well-behaved. During the day, while Qin Mo was sleeping soundly, she would slowly roast the prey that Qin Mo had hunted at night over a fire, then silently meditate or just stare at Qin Mo, waiting for him to wake up so they could eat together.
Sometimes Qin Mo would talk to him out of boredom. Although it was like talking to a brick wall, she would still nod and smile foolishly, just like an infant feeling the love of its father without needing to understand his language.
When Qin Mo saw the river widening, he knew they were almost at the mouth of the Rhine. Haina's comprehension was also good; she had almost mastered the basic secret techniques of the Elven race.
Qin Mo ruffled Haina's light golden hair, gave her an approving look, and then talked to her at length, regardless of whether Haina could understand or not.
"Your comprehension is good, but don't be arrogant. Live well, and when my fleet reaches this sea, I'll take you back. Many brothers and sisters are waiting for you at home." To chat about "Sailing and Conquest" with more like-minded people, follow "or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books with other book lovers.
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