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January 7st

The church showed great interest in the research report I submitted.

Under the arrangement of Father Brian, I joined an adventure team mainly composed of pilgrims and boarded the ship to St. Blanc Island today.

Unfortunately, in order to recreate the ceremony of Saint Blanc's discovery of the island, these fanatical pilgrims decided to fast, eating only one day every three days!

What a bunch (strong smear marks here)!!

Good news! Despite my strong protest, the leader of the expedition decided to allow me to break the fast and eat with the sailors.

I retracted my preface. What a nightmare! The sailors also decided to fast!

The kitchen staff told me they could make an exception for me during my fast, but they only had turnips! Turnips again! I'm going to throw up just thinking about it!

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Look how much Margaret despised the church at this time.

The Margaret in the diary made it impossible for Russell to imagine that she had become his devout believer today.

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January 7st

The boat was rocking so much against the waves that it made my stomach feel really bad.

Dr. Raymond came to see me and mysteriously said he had a cure for seasickness.

He took out a bottle of pungent liquid and said it was a secret medicine.

Only after I pinched my nose and drank it did he tell me that it was the sherry he had secretly hidden.

In order to keep my mind clear, as a scholar, I never drank alcohol. After Dr. Raymond made me drink several big gulps of wine, my stomach did feel better, but I was so dizzy that I couldn't stand up.

Even though I've been lying down for a while, I still feel dizzy and dizzy when I sit up and write in my diary.

What bad luck! I got up early with great enthusiasm because I wanted to watch the sunrise over the sea.

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No wonder the writing in this diary seems so sloppy, it turns out you were seasick.

Russell shrugged and expressed sympathy to Margaret, the naturalist.

With the soft rustling of paper, he turned to the next page.

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January 7st

I felt like I had vomited everything in my stomach.

If there's anything in this world that tastes worse than turnips, it's turnips coming out of your stomach.

I swore that after this trip I would never eat turnips again.

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The handwriting in this diary entry appears even more messy and sloppy, with each letter crooked and difficult to arrange in a straight line.

The next few entries were short and scribbled, and consisted of complaints about seasickness.

It was obvious that Margaret was suffering from seasickness.

The next useful diary entry will not be published until more than a month later.

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January 8st

Thank goodness, we finally arrived at St. Blanc Island!

My feet stepped on solid ground again. Even though I was still a little unsteady, it felt so good!

I was so moved that tears welled up in my eyes!

Seeing those fanatical believers kneeling on the ground and kissing the ground of Saint Blanc with tears in their eyes, I felt for a moment that they didn’t seem so hateful!

But when I think about the fact that the return journey will take a full forty days, I have the urge to stay on Saint-Blanc Island for the rest of my life!

My legs felt weak when I got off the boat. I seemed to have gotten used to the rocking feeling of the boat. For a moment I couldn't even walk. It was such a long and painful torture!

The chart clearly showed that the distance from Cannos, the nearest island to Saint Blanc, was so short that it seemed as if one could step over it. Yet, the ship named Saint Valentine took a full forty days to sail. The world is truly vast!

Anyway, I finally arrived at St. Blanc Island and can finally start my research. I can't wait!

But before that, I need to have a good meal! After eating turnips for more than 40 days, I don’t think I can eat such terrible vegetables again!

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Margaret ended almost every entry in her diary with an exclamation point, and her handwriting was lively. It was clear that she had finally arrived at St. Blanc and was in a good mood.

Russell, however, frowned.

Did it take forty days to sail from Margaret's hometown of Cannos to St. Blanc Island?

It seems that this island is isolated overseas. If we can't find a sailor who knows the way, it will be difficult to leave smoothly... The future is full of ups and downs.

Russell shook his head. Although Margaret in the diary was in a good mood, Russell's mood was not good at all. His mind was full of words like "lost".

Russell shook his head, throwing away the negative emotions, and patiently continued reading. With a rustling sound, the diary opened to a new page.

This page of the diary entry about August 30th only has one huge word, which takes up the entire page.

The word is "bastard."

Margaret wrote with such force that even the thick paper was pierced by her handwriting.

Hmm? What happened to Margaret that made her so angry?

Russell raised an eyebrow curiously and turned the page.

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So, those fanatical believers are all bastards! Madmen! Stupid fools!

Today when I complained to Captain Robert, he told me that the return journey would only take seven days.

I asked him in surprise why it took forty days to get here, while it only took seven days to return.

I thought it was the wind, ocean currents or even some spatial distortion!

The boatswain then explained that Saint Bran and thirteen monks had discovered the Promised Land in a small boat in forty days, so the Saint Valentine, on a pilgrimage, had also drifted at sea for forty days!

Why should I endure one more month of torture at sea for that little bit of funding?

(A lot of curse words are omitted below)

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Margaret was in a bad mood, but Russell's mood improved.

Russell looked at Margaret's misfortune with a curled mouth, showing no sympathy at all.

This means that St. Blanc Island is not very far from the mainland.

Saint Bran, who discovered the island, rowed a small boat for forty days like a headless fly to find the island, and the large ship with a clear route only needed seven days, which made Russell relieved.

At least, leaving the island has become many times easier.

Russell continued to look through the diary. What followed was mostly Margaret's description of the deserted town of Saint Blanc and its townspeople, as well as some interesting things Margaret encountered in her research, but there was no clue that would allow Russell to convince Margaret.

Russell snapped the diary shut. He decided to put the matter aside for now. Perhaps as they spent more time together, Margaret would naturally see that he was not some god.

It was already completely dark, but Russell was still full of energy.

The battle between the Demon Centurion and its enemies seemed to end as if they worked from sunrise to sunset. For a moment, the only sound between heaven and earth was the breathing of the ocean.

No, it wasn't just the sound of the ocean breathing, there was also the rustling and scattered sound of footsteps, which were obviously those of the dwarf demons.

It seems that now that the demon centurion is no longer blocking the road, low-level demons are here to get killed again.

Russell leaped to his feet, sword drawn.

022 Exploration encounters obstacles

In fact, waiting by the campfire until dark was also Russell's strategy.

The fight between the demon centurion and its opponent was more like a competition than a fight.

They stopped fighting promptly at nightfall, and Russell thought they were probably in the same group.

The opponent of this Demon Centurion is most likely another Demon Centurion.

As a result, the danger level of Saint Blanc Island more than doubled - the danger level of the two demon centurions is far more than just 1+1=2.

This made Russell feel urgent. He thought he had to overcome his habit of falling unconscious at night, and then take advantage of the fact that the roads might become clear at night to hunt more demons.

The good news was that he could now move around at night with full energy. The other good news was that after the road was cleared, more dwarfs began patrolling the mountain.

It seems that at least these low-level demons don't have much brains. After Russell killed a lot of dwarf demons and two demon commanders, they still walked up the mountain carelessly.

As for why the demon centurion didn't come again, Russell was not sure about it for the time being.

For now, Russell could only remain vigilant. He had to deal with these inferior demons in front of him first.

Russell couldn't tell whether there was a demon commander hidden among this small group of dwarf demons, so he quietly hid behind a wall and observed with bated breath.

However, Russell was surprised by the performance of these dwarf demons. They were not as carefree as before, but seemed very nervous.

They stared at the bonfire lit by Russell with great caution and circled around it carefully.

This circle was almost literal. These dwarf demons did not cross the line. Their footprints formed a circle on the ground and never shrank.

Russell realized that they subconsciously disliked the orange-red flames, and at the same time, because of their inherent fear of fire, they dared not even get close to it.

Perhaps we could use these flames to create a safe area so we wouldn't have to hide in the cellar to rest.

This thought flashed through Russell's mind, but he then cautiously rejected it.

No, this flame might only scare away low-level demons. If it attracts high-level demons like the Demon Centurion, it might just be asking for trouble.

Wait, what are these dwarf demons waiting for while circling the fire?

In a flash, Russell suddenly thought of this. He stopped watching and took decisive action. First, he shot down a dwarf demon with a crossbow arrow, then he rushed out of the low wall with a crouching waist, and with a swipe of his sword, he chopped down two dwarf demons.

At this time, the remaining three dwarf demons finally woke up from their dreams and began to turn around and flee, but were all dealt with cleanly and neatly by Russell.

This is a squad of dwarf demons without a demon commander.

Russell burned the bodies of the dwarf demons, absorbing their souls while extinguishing the bonfire.

In fact, these dwarf demons looked more like they were just passing by here by chance.

As Russell walked a little further away, the flames from the burning corpses of the dwarf demons were completely obscured by the thick fog, and the place was plunged into complete darkness.

Even if a demon had dark vision, it would not be able to penetrate such thick fog and see the fire in the distance.

Russell thought he was worrying too much, so he dived into the darkness and began to explore the way down the mountain.

However, Russell's armor became an obstacle to exploration. Not only were they bulky, but they also made it difficult to avoid making noises.

In this dark night, the sound of metal greaves colliding with stone slabs really attracted a lot of enemies to Russell.

After Russell fought off the two inferior demon commanders under siege, he felt that this was the limit of what he could deal with with this armor. He was afraid of attracting more enemies, so he chose to hide back in the cellar.

Russell felt a lot more relieved when he saw Margaret lighting a small flame and quietly waiting for his return.

Margaret acted like a wife waiting for her husband's return, bringing a genuine smile to Russell's face.

Although Margaret hinted that she wanted to continue the "sacrifice", Russell did not do anything to Margaret considering that her body might not have fully recovered.

Holding Margaret, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, Russell began to summarize the problems he had encountered before.

Obviously, the armor has hindered his exploration.

The knight's armor is carefully designed. If the greaves are simply discarded, the center of gravity of the entire set of armor will become top-heavy, which will be even more unfavorable for balance.

If you want to remove the armor, it is best to remove all the armor on your body.

It is almost impossible to explore while wearing a full set of armor, and if he abandons the armor, Russell's current mediocre skills will not be enough to stop those brave demon commanders.

Russell realized that he was now in an awkward position of being half-baked.

Compared with those lesser demon commanders who are brave but not cunning, Russell has strength but no skills, and relies entirely on his hard armor to block countless attacks for him.