Ark pigeon mode, activated!

Camilla thought slowly, and before she knew it, she fell into a deep sleep again.

Surtel, who was about to say something, gently held his hand and said nothing more.

There is no sun or moon in Helheim. People use fluorescent mushrooms and unique water clocks to calculate time and arrange their daily routines.

When the fluorescent mushrooms scattered throughout the wilderness light up, the fog will become slightly thinner, visibility will improve, and it will be considered daytime.

Chimila woke up again just when the fluorescent mushrooms were emitting a faint blue light.

He opened his eyes and turned his gaze slightly, then he saw Surtel sitting at the stone table in the room, writing something on a booklet with a pen.

She always stayed by his side and never left.

After resting for a while, Camilla felt much better and no longer as weak as before. He tried to get up and sit up on the bed.

Surtel noticed the movement on his side, turned his head and quickly came over to support him.

"Doctor, do you want to get up and move around? Or do you want to go to the bathroom?"

she asked softly.

"...I just feel like my body is almost rusting. I just moved a little bit. Don't worry, continue doing your work. I'm much better now."

Camilla said as calmly as possible.

Surtel hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded, sat back at the stone table, picked up the pen and continued writing, but still looked over here from time to time.

Camilla slowly moved her stiff body, kneading the muscles that were slightly relaxed due to long sleep.

Gradually, my body began to feel warm and comfortable, and my thinking became clearer.

He then tried to get out of bed and walk, but gave up halfway and sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

Although you can walk now, your condition is not very good. Don't force yourself.

There was nothing to do, so he just looked at Surtel quietly.

Surtel is a very outstanding beauty with fair skin, long blood-red hair that is gorgeous and eye-catching, and black pointed horns growing above her ears. She wears a dark black off-shoulder dress with a black jacket draped over it. The hem of the dress only reaches halfway up to her thighs, and the black stockings fixed with straps outline the charming and perfect curves of her legs, which is pleasing to the eye.

Surtel has a record book with a lot of place names and events written on it. She should be organizing the contents as usual.

Some things that are not related to your real experience can be crossed out.

Being watched like this, Surtel seemed unable to continue tidying up with peace of mind, and glanced over from time to time.

After a short stalemate, she finally couldn't help but speak.

"Doctor, stop looking at me like that!"

There was a hint of annoyance in his voice, just like a kitten with its fur standing on end.

Camilla tilted her head slightly and asked softly.

"What's wrong with this?"

Surtel was speechless for a moment, and a blush appeared on his snow-white cheeks.

After thinking about it, she simply stood up, walked over, picked up Camilla, then returned to sit at the stone table and continued writing with her pen while holding him in her arms.

Camilla's small body nestled comfortably in her soft embrace, and the alluring fragrance drifted towards her nose.

Camilla adjusted her posture slightly, resting her face on her plump bosom, and glanced at what she was writing.

——Muspelheim, flame, sun.

——Svartalfheim, Durin, Craftsmen, Celebration.

—Helheim, the gate, the ship, the palace, the half-rotten woman.

……

Text that seems to have no meaning.

Things that existed in her mind were recorded in brief strokes.

"Sartre, should we move on?"

Camilla suddenly asked.

Sulter stopped writing, looked down at him in his arms, and said.

"Doctor, you haven't fully recovered yet. Rest for a few more days. We're not in a hurry."

"...I don't want to stay here. Let's continue on our way and follow everything in your memory."

Camilla whispered.

After a brief silence, Surtel nodded.

"Okay, Doctor, we'll leave now."

"I'm sorry... I seem to have been too willful. Sorry to bother you."

Camilla sighed softly. He felt that if he continued to stay, his will would continue to be eroded. He had to act as proactively as possible and try to break the illusion.

"It's okay, Doctor. I trust you and believe that every decision you make is the result of careful consideration. There's no need to say these unnecessary words."

Said Surtel, he carried him back to the bed and began to pack his luggage.

Food, spare clothes, pure Originium and red gold as currency... all kinds of things filled a suitcase, and besides these, there was Surtur's two-handed sword, the Levatin, which was much taller than her when standing upright.

After finishing the simple and neat tidying, Surtel carried Chimila on his back, secured him with the leather straps attached to his clothes, and then left the stone house carrying the suitcase and the broadsword.

She first went to say goodbye to the witch doctor, the old lady, and others she knew in the village, thanking them for their care during this period, and then left the village and walked into the fog.

Visibility was poor in the fog, and it was obviously much colder than in the village, but the red tip of the Levatin sword released light and heat, so Camilla didn't feel that cold.

He lay quietly on Surtel's back, his arms around her slender neck, staring at the unknown road ahead.

It really feels like I'm heading deeper into hell...

Camilla lowered her eyes, lost in other thoughts.

After a long while, he spoke in a low voice.

"Helheim is the land of the dead..."

Surtel paused, then continued forward as if nothing had happened.

"Well, Doctor, do you remember?"

"I remembered something..."

Camilla remembered that the Durin people lived underground. If they continued going down through their settlement, where else could they reach?

This Helheim is not a place for living people to come.

I'm afraid that his weakness is not just due to the so-called poisonous mushrooms he ate.

……

Chapter 205: Blade Master Tower Roasted Hands

After walking in the fog for an unknown amount of time, the two heard the sound of water and went closer.

A broad river stretched out before my eyes, rushing endlessly, but the water was black and vaguely strange.

Strangely, there was no fog on the river surface, allowing people to see the scenery on both sides of the river.

Surtel took a quick look and saw several clusters of huge mushrooms near the river bank, and said.

"Doctor, let's rest here today."

"Well, hard work."

Camilla responded softly.

Although Surtel looked effortless, he must have consumed a lot of physical strength, so proper rest was necessary.

After receiving the response, Surtel walked towards a small open space surrounded by huge mushrooms.

It was a relatively secluded and safe place, very suitable for resting in the wild. She had traveled to many countries before, so it was easy for her to judge this.

After untying and putting Camilla down, she went over and used Levatin to slice off a large piece of mushroom, dragged it to the center of the open space and used it as a simple bed for Camilla to sit on and rest.

Camilla watched her busying herself quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Surtel went to chop off a piece of dead mushroom to use as firewood, started a fire, then took out a small pot from the suitcase and prepared to cook something to eat.

The food they brought included smoked jerky, compressed dry food, and some dried vegetables. They all tasted very ordinary and could only fill their stomachs. They had to be boiled in water, otherwise they would be extremely difficult to swallow.

She poured some water from the kettle she was carrying, estimated the food for two people, and threw the food in to cook.

Camilla stared at the fire in a trance for a while and suddenly spoke.

"Sarter, go patrol the surrounding area. We don't know what dangers there are out there. I'll just watch over here. When we come back and have something to eat, you can go take a nap and have a good rest."

"Um, okay, Doc!"

Surtel nodded, picked up Levatin quickly, and walked out of the open space. His figure quickly disappeared in the fog, but the sound of footsteps could still be heard faintly, obviously he had not gone far.

Camilla stared into the fire, her eyes dazed.

Suddenly, he stretched out his left hand and placed it on the red flame.

The scorching flames instantly burned his fair skin, and severe pain surged like a tide.

He watched calmly, as if it was not his body that was suffering such pain.

After burning for more than ten seconds, he withdrew his hand and looked at his charred palm that smelled of meat, speechless.

The stimulation of pain...meaningless.

Perhaps it was too mild, and he could easily endure this pain.

Suddenly, he noticed something and raised his eyebrows.

He rubbed his left hand gently, and the charred skin fell off, revealing his flawless white palm.

There is not a single scar left.

Because this is all an illusion...

Camilla was thoughtful, but she felt something was wrong and frowned.

After thinking carefully, he began to search every corner of his clothes, but found nothing special.

He immediately opened the suitcase and checked the items inside.

Soon, a small dark green crystal appeared before his eyes from the sealed box containing the refined source stone.

He picked it up and stared at it intently.

This thing...how did it appear here...

Although it was mixed in the purest Originium, making it look like an Originium, Camilla knew very well that it was the crystal formed by the disaster that Clodil had encountered and the poison that corroded the world!

It contained an extremely terrifying vitality. Could it be that it was this that healed him just now?!

Something is wrong! Something is so wrong!

This thing shouldn't appear!

This is a world of hallucination, an inexplicable fantasy. Even if he has the instinct to heal himself, he shouldn't imagine this thing, because it is actually highly poisonous!

It's obviously a deadly poison, how can we cure him?!

Camilla frowned as she thought, closed the box containing the Originium, sealed it, and then closed the suitcase. She then carried the poisonous crystal with her.

Not long after, Surter returned.

As she approached the fire, she smelled something strange. She took two deep sniffs and then asked.

"Doctor, why does it smell like barbecue?"

"It might be the smell of bacon. This piece of bacon is not of good quality. After cooking, it gives off this smell. But it should still be edible."

Camilla explained calmly.

"Oh……"

Surtel nodded, then sat down next to him and put Levatin aside.

The two men looked at the fire and the small pot on top of it where meat and dry food were cooking, and were speechless for a moment.

Camilla stirred it with a spoon to prevent it from getting burnt.