novelraw Chapter 1859 - 437: Fame and Fortune, The Lonely Thorn
Chapter 1859 - 437: Fame and Fortune, The Lonely Thorn
Mo Sang had already guessed it all. She asked, "What do you need us to do?"
Dylan admired this woman’s intelligence. Although she was isolated and illiterate, she was actually very smart, understanding things with just a hint.
"Are you willing to leave this small island and see the outside world?" Dylan gently coaxed.
Mo Sang frowned slightly, very reluctant to accept the outside world. But she also knew that from the moment these people invaded the island, she and her tribespeople were destined not to have a peaceful life again. Looking at the situation now, besides accepting, what other path could she take? Without Zeus, she and her people would have only dead ends.
Moreover, she harbored a secret thought in her heart...
"I want to see Zeus," Mo Sang said firmly.
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"I accept all the conditions you propose, but I have only one request."
Inside the tent, the light was dim. Mo Sang was still wearing that knee-length coat, with her calves and feet exposed to the air. Previously, even if her bottom were exposed, she wouldn’t care, but now, in front of this man, she suddenly felt a bit embarrassed and couldn’t help curling her toes.
The man sat on a simple chair, his legs crossed. Just such a casual sitting posture already exuded an indescribable noble grace. His lashes slightly drooped, his face like jade, showing a hazy and mysterious sense of distance under the light, deterring anyone from daring to look closely.
He didn’t speak, making Mo Sang even more nervous.
After a while, the man’s magnetic voice sounded low, each word touching her heart lightly like strings.
"What is your request?"
Mo Sang tried hard to suppress her wild heartbeat, taking a deep breath and said clearly word by word, "I want to stay by your side. I want to learn things, to integrate into the outside world."
"Alright." The man nodded slightly.
At that moment, Mo Sang’s heart almost jumped into her throat. Never before had she felt so excited. She took a deep breath, looking at the man who seemed like a god in her eyes.
"In our tribe, a promise is more important than life. Once a promise is made, it must be fulfilled."
Mo Sang suddenly knelt on the ground, took out a sharpened fish bone, and slashed her arm.
Blood gushed instantly, but Mo Sang didn’t even frown. "I, Mo Sang, swear by my blood to be loyal to you alone. If I violate this oath, may heaven strike me down."
Even faced with bloodshed, the man’s eyes remained calm, like an ancient well.
The first thing Mo Sang needed to learn was language. She was already very smart, and basically, anything Dylan taught her once, she would master, making Dylan exclaim about her extraordinary talent.
Not only that, but she also learned combat skills quickly. Dylan taught her some techniques; Mo Sang, being strong and intelligent, could deduce other forms from a single instance. After just a few days with Dylan, she could already outmatch him, causing him to exclaim about her abnormality.
Cilin watched from afar, the woman looked like a leopard, her eyes flashing like she had spotted prey, fierce, precise, hitting the mark in one strike.
Such a person is indeed a good seed.
Cilin took off his coat and stepped forward.
Dylan rubbed his chest and got up: "You... you play by yourself, I’m not teaching anymore."
"I’ll do it."
Mo Sang clenched her fist, looking at the man in front of her who had taken a stance. Compared to Dylan, this man seemed much more professional. Though Dylan was also from a military background, years of being a rogue had eroded his skills.
Mo Sang squinted her eyes, instantly lunging forward like a leopard, aiming straight for the opponent’s vital point. But who knew the opponent was aware, and before her strike could land, his long leg had already swept under Mo Sang’s lower body.
Mo Sang fell to the ground in a rather awkward posture.
Cilin leisurely adjusted his collar, looking down with a sarcastic tone.
"Impatience is your biggest weakness."
Mo Sang gritted her teeth, suddenly sprang up, and attacked again.
No matter how many times, the result was the same. Mo Sang’s body seemed to have endless energy. She attacked again and again, only to fall each time, yet she grew braver with each setback, her eyes burning with an undying spirit. That stubborn expression made Cilin pause for a moment, and in that instant of distraction, Mo Sang seized the opportunity, punching Cilin in the face. He staggered back quickly, but she gave him no time to breathe, pressing the advantage.
The outcome of a wolf’s counterattack is terrifying.
Cilin paid a heavy price for his momentary lapse, as Mo Sang seized the final opportunity to beat him mercilessly without giving him any chance to fight back. This was Mo Sang’s inherent advantage, lying dormant initially, possibly being suppressed, but once she found an opportunity to strike back, she would annihilate the opponent with overwhelming force.