Chapter 1295 - Guardian (1/2)

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Joan’s face lit up.

She was the second person she had met who understood the mermaid’s language other than Maggie.

Nevertheless, Joan was not quite sure whether Maggie truly understood her. She simply produced some “coo” sounds, which were even harder to comprehend. As such, they could only communicate short words and phrases.

Who was this guardian then?

Joan continued to make “ya” sounds. “Are you guarding the large pit? Where am I?”

“This isn’t a pit but a bridge,” the guardian said smilingly.

“I saw bridges before. They aren’t like that,” Joan thought to herself and walked cautiously toward the pit. She took a peek at the edge of it and found the wall of the pit was covered in mud and vines. There was no road leading to the bottom.

“Not everyone can pass this bridge, only the ones with keys,” the woman explained. “You don’t have the key, so you can’t see the bridge.”

“I see,” Joan thought. By why did the bridge builder do something like that? Why did he not let everyone pass? Even if they did not have the key, people could still walk around and pass it.

The guardian summoned a bitter smile and said, “Yes, they could, but this is what I have to do. I’m here waiting for the person who has the key and grant him the access to the bridge.”

Joan studied her for a while and then spoke.

“You aren’t chained.”

“What?”

“Since you aren’t chained, why don’t you leave the island?” Joan said as she pointed at the mist. “I saw there was a continent not far away. It shouldn’t take long to swim there. As you aren’t chained, I can get you out of this island.”

The woman was stunned for a second before she shook her head with a smile. “Never mind me. You’re injured. Were you under an attack?”

Joan did not understand why the woman suddenly changed the topic, but she answered immediately, “the monsters in the sea scratched me.”

“Come here and lie down. I have some medicine and can take care of your wounds,” the woman said while waving her hand.

For some reason, Joan believed that the woman was a nice person, although she had just met her.

After she lay down, the guardian produced a jar of medicational cream and spread it over her hand. She then spread the cream over Joan’s wounds. Instantly, a cooling sensation crept over Joan and refreshed her like a breeze that dispelled the hot air in summer.

“Ya…”

“It feels good, eh?” The guardian tore her dress and wrapped Joan’s wounds after she applied the cream. She asked, “By the way, where are you going next?”

“Going home,” Joan muttered. “I want to return to my friends.”

“Then you can’t go toward the black shadow. Although there’s a continent there, it’s not somewhere you should go.”

“Do you know where Neverwinter is?” Joan asked hopefully.

“Hmm… perhaps it’s on the opposite side of the black shadow, but it’s still quite dangerous to get there by land. You’d better swim there.”

“Really?”

“Yes. But you’d better take a good rest. I can feel that you’re shutting down.”

It was not until then that Joan suddenly felt that sleep broke over her. She finally succumbed to the fatigue that she had been resisting for half a year.

Joan indeed felt very relaxed beside the guardian.

“Just take a rest for now.”

Joan slowly closed her eyes.