If support is difficult to arrange... at least, please take your loyal servant away from here!
——Your forever loyal Lumier, with respect]
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A strange coastline, the howling sea wind made the dilapidated wooden house creak, sotis accompanied by one or two shrill whistles—blown from the gaps in the wooden planks.
Lumier reached out his cracked fingers and carefully placed the written letter at the center of the crooked Teleportation Array.
Demon God above...
And the esteed Demon King!
Please, you must bless , let this letter be sent to the right place!
Lumier silently prayed in his heart, placing the few remaining Demon Crystals on the Teleportation Array, and then silently recited the spell to activate the Teleportation Array.
As the last syllable fell, an imperceptible green light flickered, circulating along the lines drawn by the Demon Crystal powder, lighting up the Demon Crystal placed at the node.
In the blink of an eye, the letter with crooked handwriting disappeared from the center of the Teleportation Array.
Lumier's heart surged with joy, but soon his face revealed a bitter smile.
Because the notes granted by the Lord Demon King were soaked by seawater, he could only attempt like this repeatedly.
However, the helpless fact is, he is not a professional Mage, and certainly doesn't have the ability to rember everything at a glance. Although he had drawn it once before, after more than a month, he had almost forgotten it.
Seeing Lumier sitting motionless in front of the Teleportation Array "praying", Ticky finally couldn't suppress the anxiety in his heart. He fiercely threw the wooden cup in his hand into the corner, stood up from the squeaky chair.
"Damn it... How many more tis do you have to try to succeed! We've already wasted at least two baskets of Demon Crystals on that piece of junk of yours! You think these things are like seashells lying on the beach, you bend down and you can pick up a pile? Demon God above, I've had enough!"
Just to get those damn Demon Crystals, he had already injured five subordinates. Even if he didn't care about those damn lazy bastards, he had to worry about the unsettling whispers behind them and the hatred and suspicion in their eyes.
If he doesn't do sothing soon, it's just a matter of ti before those guys betray him!
Lumier closed the wrinkled notebook in his hand, his face equally gloomy, eyes shining with a tired cold light, hoarsely said.
"You think you're the only one who's had enough? Unless you have a better solution, otherwise, shut your mouth for !"
Ticky's brows twitched, suppressing the anger he could hardly control, he walked over to Lumier and roared.
"You said the Demon King will send soone to rescue us, but we've been waiting for almost a week! Where's the reinforcents you promised?! Has there been a response from the other side? Did your letter even get delivered!"
Lumier shook his head.
"I don't know."
"You don't know?!" Ticky's eyes widened, stared at him fiercely, "That's your answer?"
"What else?" Lumier looked at him expressionlessly, repeating what he said before, "Or do you have a better idea, like fixing the two broken ships outside."
Ticky was montarily speechless, his lips trembled for a while, his tone softened a bit.
Only a bit though.
"...I need a deadline! You at least have to tell how many more tis you need to try, or how many more days! Not giving us hope first, and then leading us to despair!"
Deadline?
Lumier laughed coldly.
"I'm telling you honestly, there is no such thing, don't think just because you prayed to the Divine they'll always hear you, even less they will certainly respond if they did hear. Do you know why you were abandoned by the Divine you once believed? It's because you were always in a hurry for a result or an answer, but the truth is cruel... only humans will trade with you, Divine won't."
Rather than saying this was to persuade Ticky to calm down, it's more comforting himself.
He's tried everything he could, success no longer depends on him.
Right now, all that's left is to pray.
Then leave success and failure to fate.
Ticky's Adam's apple moved, his cracked lips spit out a sentence.
"I just want to survive..."
Lumier calmly said.
"I want that too."
Ticky gritted his teeth.
"At this rate, we'll all die here!"
"Enough, I know our situation better than you do, arguing with would make no difference!"
Lumier paused, a low and hoarse voice carrying a hint of warning.
"...You better let your n continue guarding the camp, rather than wasting ti here, interfering with my next attempt."
Next attempt!?
Failed again this ti?!
Ticky's fingers trembled slightly, he had never been used to taking orders from others, let alone this guy suspected to be a half-human, half-ghoul Undead Mage.
He didn't know how long he could endure.
At this point, before being consud by disease and starvation, he would probably first be defeated by despair.
The sound of arguing hadn't faded yet, just as Ticky was about to say sothing, the ground under the two suddenly began to tremble slightly, as if an earthquake was coming!
"What's going on?!"
Ticky exclaid in surprise, instinctively drawing the short sword from his waist, his eyes warily scanning around.
Lumier frowned, looked at the creaking wooden boards overhead, a bad feeling gradually rose in his heart.
And at this mont, urgent footsteps suddenly ca from outside the broken wooden house. Shortly, a pirate with a face full of terror hurriedly squeezed into the house.
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