When Renia on the opposite side saw that Eros was just looking at the shell in her hand without any movement, she felt a little confused.
Didn't the owner look at these two shells from time to time? Why did he not react when I gave them to him now?
Could it be that I misunderstood my master's meaning?
Just when Rayna was feeling a little nervous, Eros reached out and took the two shells that were still warm.
"Thank you! I love it."
Eros said politely with a smile on his face.
As he spoke, he glanced inconspicuously at Rayna who was facing him.
It's human nature. He doesn't believe that anyone can resist taking a look in this situation.
But soon, a hint of disappointment flashed in Eros' eyes.
Because he did not see the scene he imagined. At this moment, Rayna's long sea-blue hair was draped in front of her like a waterfall, covering her fair body.
He could only vaguely see the general outline inside through the gaps between the hair.
You know what, this kind of vague, hazy and unclear appearance will really make people feel itchy inside, as if they were scratched by a cat.
Fortunately, Eros was a gentleman, so he quickly looked away and looked at the shell in his hand.
To be honest, this shell is really big, and wow, this shell is really white.
"As long as the master likes it!" After hearing Eros' answer, Renia showed a happy smile on her face.
Eros said nothing, taking the two shells and bringing Cynthia back to his room on the top floor of the ship.
Rayna stood on the deck and watched Eros' back as he walked into the ship's corridor and disappeared.
When she was the only fish left on the deck, Rayna let out a long sigh, clasped her hands to her chest, and began to pray to her deceased ancestor with a pious face.
The sea's followers accepted her. Does this mean that their clan will once again receive the blessing of the great father?
The fate of wandering and fleeing for nearly a thousand years may be coming to an end, and they will once again bathe in the glory of their Father.
The reason why she prayed to her ancestor instead of praying directly to the father was because her clan knew very well that praying directly to the father would be life-threatening.
The great Father is too high a person, and they, who are humble, cannot bear the consequences of praying to Him.
We can only express our highest respect to the great Father by praying to the First Ancestor, after all, the First Ancestor is the angel standing beside the Father.
After praying devoutly several times, a gust of sea breeze blew, blowing up all her long hair, revealing her fair skin hidden behind her long hair.
Feeling the coolness coming from the front, Raynay looked down and said to herself:
"I have to find some more shells."
This made her a little embarrassed because shells that big were not easy to find.
Pursing her lips, Rayna left a mark on the boat, then she hopped towards the side of the ship, ready to go into the sea to look for shells.
After being freed from its restraints, the unattainable greatness became very lively, but it was a pity that no one saw this scene.
In another room, the time went back to more than ten minutes ago. Vivian, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes after hearing the sad song.
She immediately stood up and prepared to go outside to see if anything had happened.
But just as she reached the door, the voice of Mrs. Estelle suddenly came from outside.
Vivian listened carefully and realized that Lady Estelle was talking to Eros.
It was exactly the song she had heard before, and after hearing this, Vivian gave up the idea of going out to check.
Since Erosno noticed it, it should be fine.
Thinking of this, she returned to her bed, ready to continue studying the two extra milky white light balls in her mind.
After returning to his room, Eros handed the shell to Cynthia who followed him in.
Cynthia took it, a hint of confusion in her beautiful eyes.
Eros coughed lightly and said, "It's still early, try to see if you can bring it."
Cynthia instantly understood what Eros wanted to say, she looked down at herself, then at the shell in her hand.
A few minutes later, Eros looked down at Cynthia's fair and smooth back and asked intermittently:
"Why did you just...let that mermaid call me master?"
"Does this name have any other meaning among the mermaids?"
Cynthia leaned her face against the bed sheet and replied in a nasal voice:
"It's not that this name has any other meaning in the mermaid clan, but the identity of the master as a great sea worshiper is very special in the eyes of those believers who believe in the One of the Deep Sea."
Eros paused, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is the identity of the Sea Adorer very special? I remember that there seem to be quite a few people who have the identity of the Sea Adorer, right?"
For example, the Ocean Church has many followers of the sea.
Because the followers of high-sequence strongmen in the Ocean Path can all be called followers of the sea.
This time, Cynthia's voice was much more normal than before. She organized her words and explained to Eros:
"This is different. Those so-called followers are just followers of some angels."
"But the master is different. The master has the aura of the one in the deep sea."
"Those low- and medium-level marine creatures cannot see the true nature of their master. They can only vaguely sense the aura of the deep sea creature on their master."
"A being who is not an angel, but exudes the aura of the god they believe in."
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