[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia
Chapter 64
"What did you see?" Lydia asked back, "What do you want to ask me?"
She pointed around, "Mr. Sinbad, the most important thing now is to struggle with my identity as a witch, or to live here?"
Sinbad froze.
He only saw Lydia and the air talking to himself, and saw the food that suddenly appeared, but he didn't pay much attention to the environment he was in now.
He looked a little, and then lightly pressed the raft under him.
The raft looks very strong, it doesn't look like an ordinary material, and it can bear the weight of several people, not to mention that the waves are not small, but it can float steadily on the sea.
Lydia counted the tools.
Fishing rods, clothes, some vine leaves, and a little food.
"In other words, you didn't bring us here?" Sinbad straightened his mind and asked again, "You can't leave now?"
He looked around and felt that it was a little more dangerous than his previous escape from prison.
There are no ships around, and even experienced sailors probably don't know where they are.
The wet and stuffy sea breeze blowing on his face made his stomach feel uncomfortable.
"To be precise, I didn't do it, but it has some connection with me." She buried her head in her backpack and threw a fishing rod to Sinbad. "Let's see if we can catch a fish."
Just an empty rod, no bait, and nothing else.
Sinbad looked at the fishing rod in his hand, and then at Lydia with a natural expression.
Is there something wrong with him, or does this lady witch have some clever tricks?
"I..." Darcy woke up.
He opened his eyes, and what he saw was the unobstructed blue sky.
Darcy got up quite accustomed to it, looked at Lydia who was squatting on the raft fishing beside her, and stretched out her hand.
"Is there any fishing rod? Give me one?" He said in a normal way.
Only then did Sinbad come back to his senses.
It turns out that Mr. Darcy, who looks gentle, indifferent and polite, is also a member of the mysterious gang of witches?
He remembered the adventures of his teacher and priest Faria, so he simply followed suit, trying to put down the hook and catch fish.
It couldn't be worse anyway, he thought.
Who would have thought that not only did his journey of revenge fail, but he was interrupted halfway and got on such an extraordinary small raft, and now it is even difficult to know whether he will live or die?
Sinbad, whose original name was Edmund, smiled and simply crossed his legs.
Lydia, who was waiting for the fish to take the bait, yawned boredly, "Shall we tell a story?"
She turned her neck, "I'm so sleepy, I'm sleepy."
"Would you like to sleep for a while?" Darcy suggested, he looked at the obvious black eyes on Lydia's eyes, and sighed, "I'll help you guard the fish, lean over there and sleep for a while."
He meant the back side of the stack, where the shadows were greatest and it looked coolest.
Lydia shook her head, "Forget it, I'll wait a little longer."
She looked at Boundless Haiji worriedly, "When will the system come back?"
After a while, Sinbad's hook moved.
Lydia's eyes lit up in a daze, "I caught it! Look what it is!"
Sinbad moved the fishing rod first, and made a roughly circle around the biting fish, so as not to cause the fish to struggle too much.
Fish it out again and throw it into the bucket next to it.
He wiped his sweat, "It's a sea bass."
That fish was still big, maybe enough for their lunch today.
"It's amazing," Lydia exclaimed. She looked at Sinbad's smooth movements with a little envy. "I usually just drag him up."
"I was a sailor," Sinbad replied.
He wiped his sweat again from the heat, and couldn't help looking at Lydia and Darcy.
It's been so long, under such a poisonous sun, the two of them don't feel sunbathing, on the contrary, they are more like people who have been at sea all year round, and they are accustomed to the sun's viciousness.
And, this hook.
He lifted the hook, and the fish that had fallen into the bucket was quiet, not showing any signs of dying even if there was no water.
"Is this magic?" he exclaimed. "The world is so big that there are so many wonders."
"You can think of it that way," Lydia said vaguely.
She couldn't hold back, and asked curiously, "What's your real name?"
Pursing his lips, he looked at this unruly guy again.
Darcy looked at Sinbad too, waiting for his reply.
"What if I don't tell you, Miss Witch?" Sinbad smiled. "Will you use your magic to throw me down?"
Ignoring Darcy's vigilant eyes, Lydia answered the question quite seriously.
"I don't," she said bluntly. "It's so easy to have someone to help you fish, and to throw it is just a kick. I have no magic."
"I'm Edmond Dantès," Sinbad said relaxedly. "I used to be a sailor. Later, I was framed by a villain for helping others. I was thrown into the prison of Chateau d'If, and I just escaped."
He looked at Lydia. "Are you scared?"
"No," Lydia said unexpectedly, "I'm surprised that you would directly share your experience."
This is a bit sudden.
"There is nothing more unexpected than finding a magical witch around you," Edmund said lazily. "But, is Mr. Darcy also a witch? Oh, sorry, maybe a wizard?"
"I am neither a witch nor a wizard," replied Darcy.
"Then it must be the person who was hijacked by the witch and finally became a partner," Edmund said humorously, "The magic of love?"
"What magic?" Karl on the other side rubbed his forehead with a headache, and slowly got up.
He looked at the surrounding environment, a little unresponsive.
Where am I?who I am?what am i doing
A second ago, the sea was still a magnificent hotel discussing how to escape, but now it has become "Crafting at Sea".
There was still dizziness in his head, and it felt as if he had been smoked by inferior leather sofas and perfume, which made him physically uncomfortable.
Carl couldn't hold it back, and retched twice while leaning on the side of the raft into the sea beside him.
The turbulent stomach probably didn't feel very good. Carl waited for the nausea to pass before raising his head and looking at the three people who were neatly holding fishing rods.
"Where are we?" Karl asked. "Are we saved?"
"Unfortunately, no," Edmund stretched his sore arm, "we are now on Miss Witch's raft."
Obviously the focus should be on the raft, but Karl couldn't help noticing the phrase "Miss Witch".
"Miss Witch?" he repeated. "Did you mean Rose, Mr. Sinbad?"
His expression became serious immediately, "This is a very serious accusation, and I can't believe it either..."
"No, you misunderstood." Sinbad pointed to Lydia next to him, "it's Miss Bennet."
Hearing them calling her, Lydia raised her hand symbolically.
Not in the mood to pay attention to Carl's shock, she was still struggling with what to do with the fish liver.
At sea, the smell of blood is likely to attract sharks, and she doesn't want to be swallowed by fish directly to death.Even if she and Darcy didn't "really die" because of it, it would be too indecent to be swallowed by a fish.
"So, is there anything I can do?" Carl asked. "Are we getting enough food?"
Darcy pointed to a pile of bottles and cans beside him, "We only have these at the moment."
"And the three fish in our bucket," Lydia added.
Lydia had a hard time deciding what work to assign to Karl.
There are only three fishing rods in total, all of which are in use.
She glanced at the wood and rattan beside her, her eyes lit up.
"Do you know how to set up a tent? The simplest one is fine," Lydia said involuntarily, pointing to a pile of things beside her. "Come on, Mr. Carl."
Rose and Jack woke up as Carl fumbled to set up the tent.
Jack quickly understood his situation, and immediately stepped forward to help set up the tent.
He seems to be much more skilled. Compared with the somewhat uncoordinated Carl, Jack, who is not born, has even pitched a tent.
"Mr. Bennet," Rose sat aside, realizing that she seemed to have nothing to do, "is there anything I can do to help?"
"There's a bucket next to it," Lydia directed, "No, no, no need to fill it with water. It's supposed to rain later, so you can put it outside the tent later."
Just enough to catch some water.
She was right on time, as soon as Jack and Carl pitched their tent, the rain began pouring down.
With the rain on the sea and the strong wind, the small raft beneath him seemed to be swaying violently with the waves.
"Miss Bennet, are you sure we don't need to do anything?" Edmund, who was crowded in the tent, turned his head and asked.
"I don't think so," replied Lydia, who had always believed in the quality of the items the system provided.
"Wait, why Miss Bennet?" Carl, who was quite slow to react, asked in another tent.
"Because it's a lady," replied Rose, who sat next to him to collect the water, noticing Sinbad's address when she woke up.
She was carefully holding the bucket according to Lydia's statement, while Jack was more cautious to help her cover the rain that leaked from the side with vine leaves.
"You..." Karl asked in disbelief, but his surprise and annoyance were quickly replaced by deeper fear.
He let out a panicked scream against the rolling waves ahead, more than ten times higher than the raft.
Lydia breathed cautiously into her palm, and before she could raise her head, she was held in Darcy's arms.
With it comes an almost suffocating sense of oppression that passes through their surroundings.
Fortunately, there is no danger, Lang seems to be just planning to scare the hearts of a few people.
Several people recovered from the huge waves, only to find that there was nothing missing.
Except that the clothes worn by the six people were soaked, even the rainwater in the bucket remained unchanged.
There were a lot of fish in the bucket, struggling alive and kicking.
Lydia twisted the dripping clothes and sighed a little sadly.
A gust of cool wind blew by, and she sneezed involuntarily.
"Change your clothes." Darcy took off his wet coat, turned to her and said, "I'll help you pull the clothes as a barrier, and you change yourself?"
"I'll ask Rose," she burrowed into the tent on the other side with a leaf on her back. "Changing clothes, Rose?"
"I'm a little worried about whether it will continue to rain." Rose touched her wet hair, "I looked, and it seems that there are not many sets of warm clothes."
"Never mind," said Edmund, "I don't think the rain will stop for a while and a half."
He looked up at the sky, and the dark clouds gradually dissipated, just as quickly as they came, "I'm more worried about what to do at night."
"There's no need to worry about it, Axie, worry about it," Lydia said while sneezing, "I'm going to look through it, just now I sorted things out like there was a match under them."
She pointed around, "Mr. Sinbad, the most important thing now is to struggle with my identity as a witch, or to live here?"
Sinbad froze.
He only saw Lydia and the air talking to himself, and saw the food that suddenly appeared, but he didn't pay much attention to the environment he was in now.
He looked a little, and then lightly pressed the raft under him.
The raft looks very strong, it doesn't look like an ordinary material, and it can bear the weight of several people, not to mention that the waves are not small, but it can float steadily on the sea.
Lydia counted the tools.
Fishing rods, clothes, some vine leaves, and a little food.
"In other words, you didn't bring us here?" Sinbad straightened his mind and asked again, "You can't leave now?"
He looked around and felt that it was a little more dangerous than his previous escape from prison.
There are no ships around, and even experienced sailors probably don't know where they are.
The wet and stuffy sea breeze blowing on his face made his stomach feel uncomfortable.
"To be precise, I didn't do it, but it has some connection with me." She buried her head in her backpack and threw a fishing rod to Sinbad. "Let's see if we can catch a fish."
Just an empty rod, no bait, and nothing else.
Sinbad looked at the fishing rod in his hand, and then at Lydia with a natural expression.
Is there something wrong with him, or does this lady witch have some clever tricks?
"I..." Darcy woke up.
He opened his eyes, and what he saw was the unobstructed blue sky.
Darcy got up quite accustomed to it, looked at Lydia who was squatting on the raft fishing beside her, and stretched out her hand.
"Is there any fishing rod? Give me one?" He said in a normal way.
Only then did Sinbad come back to his senses.
It turns out that Mr. Darcy, who looks gentle, indifferent and polite, is also a member of the mysterious gang of witches?
He remembered the adventures of his teacher and priest Faria, so he simply followed suit, trying to put down the hook and catch fish.
It couldn't be worse anyway, he thought.
Who would have thought that not only did his journey of revenge fail, but he was interrupted halfway and got on such an extraordinary small raft, and now it is even difficult to know whether he will live or die?
Sinbad, whose original name was Edmund, smiled and simply crossed his legs.
Lydia, who was waiting for the fish to take the bait, yawned boredly, "Shall we tell a story?"
She turned her neck, "I'm so sleepy, I'm sleepy."
"Would you like to sleep for a while?" Darcy suggested, he looked at the obvious black eyes on Lydia's eyes, and sighed, "I'll help you guard the fish, lean over there and sleep for a while."
He meant the back side of the stack, where the shadows were greatest and it looked coolest.
Lydia shook her head, "Forget it, I'll wait a little longer."
She looked at Boundless Haiji worriedly, "When will the system come back?"
After a while, Sinbad's hook moved.
Lydia's eyes lit up in a daze, "I caught it! Look what it is!"
Sinbad moved the fishing rod first, and made a roughly circle around the biting fish, so as not to cause the fish to struggle too much.
Fish it out again and throw it into the bucket next to it.
He wiped his sweat, "It's a sea bass."
That fish was still big, maybe enough for their lunch today.
"It's amazing," Lydia exclaimed. She looked at Sinbad's smooth movements with a little envy. "I usually just drag him up."
"I was a sailor," Sinbad replied.
He wiped his sweat again from the heat, and couldn't help looking at Lydia and Darcy.
It's been so long, under such a poisonous sun, the two of them don't feel sunbathing, on the contrary, they are more like people who have been at sea all year round, and they are accustomed to the sun's viciousness.
And, this hook.
He lifted the hook, and the fish that had fallen into the bucket was quiet, not showing any signs of dying even if there was no water.
"Is this magic?" he exclaimed. "The world is so big that there are so many wonders."
"You can think of it that way," Lydia said vaguely.
She couldn't hold back, and asked curiously, "What's your real name?"
Pursing his lips, he looked at this unruly guy again.
Darcy looked at Sinbad too, waiting for his reply.
"What if I don't tell you, Miss Witch?" Sinbad smiled. "Will you use your magic to throw me down?"
Ignoring Darcy's vigilant eyes, Lydia answered the question quite seriously.
"I don't," she said bluntly. "It's so easy to have someone to help you fish, and to throw it is just a kick. I have no magic."
"I'm Edmond Dantès," Sinbad said relaxedly. "I used to be a sailor. Later, I was framed by a villain for helping others. I was thrown into the prison of Chateau d'If, and I just escaped."
He looked at Lydia. "Are you scared?"
"No," Lydia said unexpectedly, "I'm surprised that you would directly share your experience."
This is a bit sudden.
"There is nothing more unexpected than finding a magical witch around you," Edmund said lazily. "But, is Mr. Darcy also a witch? Oh, sorry, maybe a wizard?"
"I am neither a witch nor a wizard," replied Darcy.
"Then it must be the person who was hijacked by the witch and finally became a partner," Edmund said humorously, "The magic of love?"
"What magic?" Karl on the other side rubbed his forehead with a headache, and slowly got up.
He looked at the surrounding environment, a little unresponsive.
Where am I?who I am?what am i doing
A second ago, the sea was still a magnificent hotel discussing how to escape, but now it has become "Crafting at Sea".
There was still dizziness in his head, and it felt as if he had been smoked by inferior leather sofas and perfume, which made him physically uncomfortable.
Carl couldn't hold it back, and retched twice while leaning on the side of the raft into the sea beside him.
The turbulent stomach probably didn't feel very good. Carl waited for the nausea to pass before raising his head and looking at the three people who were neatly holding fishing rods.
"Where are we?" Karl asked. "Are we saved?"
"Unfortunately, no," Edmund stretched his sore arm, "we are now on Miss Witch's raft."
Obviously the focus should be on the raft, but Karl couldn't help noticing the phrase "Miss Witch".
"Miss Witch?" he repeated. "Did you mean Rose, Mr. Sinbad?"
His expression became serious immediately, "This is a very serious accusation, and I can't believe it either..."
"No, you misunderstood." Sinbad pointed to Lydia next to him, "it's Miss Bennet."
Hearing them calling her, Lydia raised her hand symbolically.
Not in the mood to pay attention to Carl's shock, she was still struggling with what to do with the fish liver.
At sea, the smell of blood is likely to attract sharks, and she doesn't want to be swallowed by fish directly to death.Even if she and Darcy didn't "really die" because of it, it would be too indecent to be swallowed by a fish.
"So, is there anything I can do?" Carl asked. "Are we getting enough food?"
Darcy pointed to a pile of bottles and cans beside him, "We only have these at the moment."
"And the three fish in our bucket," Lydia added.
Lydia had a hard time deciding what work to assign to Karl.
There are only three fishing rods in total, all of which are in use.
She glanced at the wood and rattan beside her, her eyes lit up.
"Do you know how to set up a tent? The simplest one is fine," Lydia said involuntarily, pointing to a pile of things beside her. "Come on, Mr. Carl."
Rose and Jack woke up as Carl fumbled to set up the tent.
Jack quickly understood his situation, and immediately stepped forward to help set up the tent.
He seems to be much more skilled. Compared with the somewhat uncoordinated Carl, Jack, who is not born, has even pitched a tent.
"Mr. Bennet," Rose sat aside, realizing that she seemed to have nothing to do, "is there anything I can do to help?"
"There's a bucket next to it," Lydia directed, "No, no, no need to fill it with water. It's supposed to rain later, so you can put it outside the tent later."
Just enough to catch some water.
She was right on time, as soon as Jack and Carl pitched their tent, the rain began pouring down.
With the rain on the sea and the strong wind, the small raft beneath him seemed to be swaying violently with the waves.
"Miss Bennet, are you sure we don't need to do anything?" Edmund, who was crowded in the tent, turned his head and asked.
"I don't think so," replied Lydia, who had always believed in the quality of the items the system provided.
"Wait, why Miss Bennet?" Carl, who was quite slow to react, asked in another tent.
"Because it's a lady," replied Rose, who sat next to him to collect the water, noticing Sinbad's address when she woke up.
She was carefully holding the bucket according to Lydia's statement, while Jack was more cautious to help her cover the rain that leaked from the side with vine leaves.
"You..." Karl asked in disbelief, but his surprise and annoyance were quickly replaced by deeper fear.
He let out a panicked scream against the rolling waves ahead, more than ten times higher than the raft.
Lydia breathed cautiously into her palm, and before she could raise her head, she was held in Darcy's arms.
With it comes an almost suffocating sense of oppression that passes through their surroundings.
Fortunately, there is no danger, Lang seems to be just planning to scare the hearts of a few people.
Several people recovered from the huge waves, only to find that there was nothing missing.
Except that the clothes worn by the six people were soaked, even the rainwater in the bucket remained unchanged.
There were a lot of fish in the bucket, struggling alive and kicking.
Lydia twisted the dripping clothes and sighed a little sadly.
A gust of cool wind blew by, and she sneezed involuntarily.
"Change your clothes." Darcy took off his wet coat, turned to her and said, "I'll help you pull the clothes as a barrier, and you change yourself?"
"I'll ask Rose," she burrowed into the tent on the other side with a leaf on her back. "Changing clothes, Rose?"
"I'm a little worried about whether it will continue to rain." Rose touched her wet hair, "I looked, and it seems that there are not many sets of warm clothes."
"Never mind," said Edmund, "I don't think the rain will stop for a while and a half."
He looked up at the sky, and the dark clouds gradually dissipated, just as quickly as they came, "I'm more worried about what to do at night."
"There's no need to worry about it, Axie, worry about it," Lydia said while sneezing, "I'm going to look through it, just now I sorted things out like there was a match under them."
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