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Seeing that the captains with rich sailing experience showed expressions of fear, Harry also became a little scared. He grabbed the guardrail and started to walk back.

When the hurricane hit, the tornado was set off, and the guardrail was lifted from the ship. Harry was so frightened that his mind went blank, and he fell into the sea before he could even call for help.

The seawater poured into his lungs, stinging and uncomfortable. Harry struggled in pain and fear. In the deep blue seawater, he seemed to see a golden light approaching. His cold body seemed to be immersed in a hot spring, which was extremely warm.

Is that... Poseidon?

He looked at the breathtakingly beautiful face in front of him in a daze. Is he dead?
Doris dragged Harry with difficulty and swam towards the shore.

The sea was vast, seemingly boundless, and it was not until dark that Doris brought Harry to the shore.

After soaking in the cold sea for a day, Harry had developed a low-grade fever, his body was slightly hot, and his face was flushed, but it did not affect his handsomeness at all. , the obsession is obvious.

The father said that mermaids and humans cannot fall in love, because humans are greedy and ugly.

But looking at the person in front of her, Doris felt that he was the most beautiful existence in the world. How could such a beautiful existence be greedy and ugly.

I want to be with him, I can't help but want to love him...

Doris' heart couldn't help beating wildly.

It would be great if... if she was human!
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from far and near, and Doris was so frightened that she quickly dived back into the sea, poked her head out a little, and nervously looked in the direction of the footsteps.

Bertha is not in a good mood. Her father actually wants her to marry a man she has never met. Isn't this an overbearing political marriage?

Obviously in the heart of the king, women cannot fight on the battlefield, they are the most humble and useless.

Then why, let her, the most humble and useless daughter, maintain the relationship between the two countries, why not let those sons who he thought could fight in the battlefield?

She took a deep breath of the air blowing from the sea. In such a vast sea, there are birds flying freely and fish swimming freely. It would be great if she could also fly birds or fish unfettered!
Doris, who was diving in the sea water, looked at the girl standing by the sea under the night, her face was soft and peaceful, her slightly curly long hair was scattered behind her, and the clothes on her body were gorgeous and delicate, which she had never seen before. , but in her eyebrows, there was an unconcealable sadness.

Bertha didn't notice the mermaid in the sea. She folded her arms and continued to walk forward, when she caught sight of the man lying on the beach, beaten by the sea, whether he was alive or dead.

Startled, she quickly lifted her skirt and ran over.

He stretched out his hand, sniffed the man, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was still breathing, and he was still alive.

Kneeling on the ground, Bertha checked the man's mouth and found that there was no obstruction, so she quickly unbuttoned his collar and started CPR.

Harry, who fell into a coma, woke up soon, and what he saw was the girl's delicate face and the soft curly hair like seaweed. He was confused for a moment.

The moment he fell into the sea and fell into a coma, he clearly saw a girl with the most beautiful golden curly hair. Could it be his hallucination?
"Beautiful lady, did you save me?"

　"When they hunted gczyz at first,
　　I didn't speak - because I'm not gczyz;

　　Then when they hunted down the Jews,
　　I did not speak—because I am not a Jew;
　　Later when they hunted down the union members,
　　I didn't speak -- because I wasn't a union member;

　　Afterwards when they hunted down the Catholics,
　　I did not speak—for I am a Protestant;
　　At last they came to me,

　　At that time, no one could speak for me. "

　　martin nimola

　　
　
(End of this chapter)