Chapter 686: Guardian Deity of the Third Island

mosphere in Dongyuan was inexplicably tense. Qiao Bao'er didn't need to ask to know that it was definitely because Jun Zhimu had been putting on a sour face at home earlier, leaving the servants all n...The rain stopped.

The sudden downpour outside the cave continued for a full seven days before finally subsiding.

Maybe because of the continuous rain, the air became much fresher. After being trapped in the cave for seven days, when Qiao Bao'er and they excitedly walked out of the cave, they were stunned by the sight before them.

They are now at the foot of the mountain, and before them stretches a plain. But the once verdant trees are all bare, their leaves scattered on the ground, leaving only branches behind. The muddy road is full of pits and bumps. Even the small grass and some creeping medicinal plants have begun to rot at the roots.

The scene before me is desolate.

Once Qiao Bao'er had complained to Samba about how there were never any rainy days on this island. Now, she was seeing just how unusual that was. But after this extraordinary downpour, the world had changed completely.

Everyone walked out of the cave, all staring in amazement at their surroundings. They had to watch their step to avoid puddles; this rain was truly poisonous.

They didn't have much time to dwell on it, they saw a few coconut trees in the distance. The leaves of these coconut trees were drooping listlessly, although they hadn't fallen off yet. Luckily, this didn't affect the flesh inside the coconuts. Lao Gui and his companions took out their steel knives, nimbly climbed up the trees, and harvested the coconuts.

Lu Qinan and they hung three or four coconuts on their backpacks, using them as water bottles. Whenever they felt thirsty, they would pick up a coconut and take a few big gulps.

This small hill, Samba ran over to it, he pulled on a vine root hard and pulled up a string of sweet potatoes from the mud.

Qiao Bao'er was tired of eating meat. She liked this kind, so she followed along to help pull and tug. She carefully checked each of the newly unearthed sweet potatoes. Maybe because the vegetation grew on a hillside, rainwater did not accumulate much in the soil, so these sweet potatoes, besides having a slight sour taste from acid rain on the skin, were still edible after removing the outer layer.

I also saw a lot of anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving herbs. Although the roots of these plants had started to rot from being soaked in rainwater, it didn't affect the effectiveness of their leaves and stems. Samba also picked some.

They are using locally sourced ingredients and storing the food now.

"Which way should we go now"

"...Hey Rafael, you asked us to help find the staff, at least give us a lead."

When all the preparations were complete, they turned to face the most important issue.

They have manpower and weaponry, but they are directionless like headless flies.

This time Raphael didn't adopt a perfunctory expression, but instead stared at the surrounding environment in deep thought, as if he himself couldn't decide rashly for a moment.

The chief of the tribe still stubbornly roared at Rafael.

The chief wanted them to put the moved coffin back in its original place, and only Raphael knew where that was.

Raphael can't say that now, because that's his hand.

Qiao Bao'er originally wanted to talk to the tribal chief, but considering her broken native language, she decided against it. She didn't want to offend the tribal chief because of miscommunication.

"Samba, tell the chief to calm down. It's no use yelling at her. Unless Raphael has gathered all three pieces of the staff."

Qiao Bao'er was thinking, Samba is the chief's biological son after all, let Samba persuade him.

But Qiao Bao'er underestimated the wild man's persistence. Faced with a primitive, uncivilized brute, there was no point in reasoning with him; his mind wouldn't bend. The chieftain, clutching a staff, followed Rafael unwaveringly, mumbling to himself even as he walked with trembling steps.

Wherever Raphael went, a nagging fortune-teller trailed behind him. Raphael's face grew increasingly sour, and he impulsively wanted to kick the annoying old woman down.

To prevent any brutal assaults on the elderly, Junzhi Mu spoke rarely to Raphael, saying, “This tribal chieftain, since he has the ability to avoid the illusions of the third island and accurately find where you buried your staff, and knows how to dodge this rain…”

"The tribal chief most likely knows where the staff of the third island is."

Rafael's expression changed drastically. Perhaps it was because he was too arrogant, always looking down on others, and believing himself to be the most knowledgeable about the Third Island. He never considered asking others for more information.

Or perhaps Raphael was accustomed to solitude, accustomed to solving problems on his own and not understanding teamwork.

Turning, he glared at the aged, decrepit tribal elder with cold eyes, "Do you know where the staff of the Third Island is"

The elder replied very directly, seeming genuinely clueless.

Raphael's face fell, and a wave of disappointment washed over him. He turned around and strode towards a nearby hillside, hoping to find some solace and clarity by standing at a higher vantage point. He needed to think, to plan his next move.

He was accustomed to relying on himself for everything, because he couldn't count on others.

They are all fools.

Just as Raphael was inwardly berating himself with insults, Qiao Bao'er grabbed Samba and stopped him from following the chieftain. "Don't follow him anymore," she said, trying to advise with a conscience. "He really might hit you."

"Chief, you don't know where the staff of the Third Isle is, then do you know who is most powerful on the Third Isle..."

Before Qiao Baoer could speak, the chief of the wild people told her a name.

This old woman, Samba's mother, had colorful stripes painted across her face. Most of the makeup was smudged now, revealing deep brown skin and a network of wrinkles. The recent harsh winds had left her looking weary and haggard, but her eyes were startlingly bright, like those of a wild animal. She wore several strands of carefully arranged pearl shells around her neck as jewelry.

For some reason, Qiao Baoer felt a newfound respect for the chieftain of this tribe of savages.

What is Naga

The tribe chief told her a lot, as if he were afraid of something. The chief spoke very quickly, and Qiao Bao'er only understood two words.

On the other side, Rafael's ears perked up. Hearing the chief's words, he immediately turned his head and listened intently. As he did, a look of understanding dawned in his eyes.

He demanded loudly, "Is this Naga a human or something else Where is it"

Joe Bao'er is not intelligent, but she has a sound logic. The scepter has always been possessed by the most powerful people on each island. This is a place where the weak are prey to the strong, there must be a king.

The guardian deity of the Third Island, Naga.

Raphael searched through every scripture in the library, but couldn't find any mention of it. The chieftain of the Wild Folk still had some use after all.

I don't know if the chieftain was intentionally angering Raphael, but he shook his head, indicating that he didn't know Naga's true form. This is just an ancient name passed down from their ancestors.

Just as Raphael was about to swear.

Naga residing in the waterfall.

The chief of the tribe was guileless and incapable of concealing secrets. He did not consider using this information to coerce Raphael into going to the sarcophagus first, but instead told them the answer directly.

This is the ignorance of wild people, Qiao Baoer thought, this simple and honest way of life they are about to forget.

Their minds are simple, their lives are simple, and so is their happiness. Unlike these people, they never know when to be satisfied.

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