My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 601

There were modern necessities actually being sold on such a backward primitive island.

“…Who ships these goods to this island?”

These savages couldn’t leave the island. There must be modern people living here.

She remembered her mother, Mary, who had lived in the islands for more than 20 years…

However, Christina had personally read the map of the Strozzi Islands, which was consisted of three

large islands and countless small islands.

She wasn’t sure which island she was on, and whether her mother and LUCY were alive or not so far.

But not far from the market was the magnificent red-brick spire palace, which was clearly the

architectural style of ancient Europe. There must be modern people living in that palace.

Christina wanted to go to the palace, but Samba refused.

As a slave, Christina was still tied to a hemp rope around her waist and was led in another direction by

Samba. She knew that it was the way back to the plain forest.

Christina struggled stubbornly. She must go to the palace instead of back to the forest.

Ignoring the struggle with Samba, she wielded a swiss army knife to cut the hemp rope around her

waist and was free.

Samba was a little astonished at first, and then quickly grabbed her shoulder. The disparity in strength

was too great. “Let me go!” Christina’s struggle was useless.

Samba was obviously angry and yelled at her. She didn’t understand what he said. Maybe it was a

warning.

This time, Christina’s hands were tied, so she could not be as free as before.

However, Samba did not take her swiss army knife. The swiss army knife was sheathed and stuck

horizontally to the hemp rope around her waist.

Samba seemed to be a very principled savage. Since giving the knife to Christina, he did not intend to

take it back

Christina was led away by Samba again. She was angry and depressed, as well as regretful for the

impulsive action that she cut off the rope just now, exposing her purpose and angering Samba,

Fortunately, Samba was not as cruel as Leona. Otherwise, she would have been doomed.

At the same time, Christina also knew that Samba, who looked fierce, had a docile and merciful

temper.

The bustling Barbarian Market gradually closed because of sunset, and the savages seemed to

understand that the night was dangerous. And they didn’t have modern streetlights to light them up.

There was probably no power system on the island.

With the dark night covering the earth as well as stars shining in the black sky, the landscapes of this

island were wonderful.

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Samba pulled Christina to a large place like a big square, where several big bonfires were burning.

There were many Barbarians sitting in groups around the fire, chatting, eating dried meat and even

roasting animals for dinner.

Christina found that most of them gathered here were dressed in rags.

On the way, there were some wooden houses and some high-end houses made of old mud bricks. The

Barbarians here seemed to be the poor outside the market.

Modern civilization impacted this primitive island, making the class polarization of these Barbarians

more and more obvious.

Samba pulled her to an inconspicuous dark corner and sat directly on the dirt floor, Samba seemed to

be very withdrawn, and he was not even willing to communicate with his peers.

But Samba did not forget to feed Christina regularly and placed a small piece of dried meat in her hand.

Although Christina’s hands were tied up, she could still grab the dried meat and chew it, but she

couldn’t find water, to drink. Samba had known her appetite and eating habits through these several

days. Knowing that she wanted to drink water, he put an open water bottle at her feet.

Christina was pleasantly surprised and crawled on her knees disgracefully. She grabbed the small

kettle with her hands and poured it into her mouth, accidentally spilling much water. The water wet her

shirt along her neck.

Although it was a waste, she could drink enough water this time.

This little water bottle was bought by Samba today, giving her to use.

Because Samba had not hurt her, Christina huddled, looking at him carefully. Only then did she notice

that Samba’s injury caused by Leona today was quite serious, but it was less obvious because of his

dark skin.

“…You might be okay with your rough skin?” Christina suddenly spoke to him.

Samba turned to look at her.

“…If you can understand what I’m saying and help me leave this island, I’ll give you a lot of golds when

I get back.”

Christina expressed exaggeratedly. She drew a big circle with her hands, Indicating that there were

many golds for him.

Samba still paid attention to her expression and the language she spoke quietly. After a while, Samba

shook his head at her.

Christina was shocked for she didn’t expect him to shake his head.

Christina thought Samba was like an oversized pet dog. It would be shocking if the pet could talk to her.

But for Samba, Christina was thin, small, fair, and malnourished, and seemed to be a child born of a

Barbarian who was abandoned in the forest for she was too ugly.

Fortunately, Christina didn’t understand what samba said, or she would have been ferious.

But Samba heard from Leona that Christina looked like the people in the palace. He looked at Christina

with hesitation. Christina didn’t know what he was thinking and did not look at him too fiercely, not

knowing if she was used to it. She leaned back against the rough mud wall and rested with her eyes

closed.

The dawn the next day was the darkest moment of the day. It was dark all around

home

Christina woke up.

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Although Samba had always been kind to her, it was hard to be sure that Samba would not sell her one

day. After all, Samba often sold animals like cattle and sheep. And she was actually an animal to him.

Even if Samba didn’t sell her, Christina didn’t want to live in the cave on the hillside. She was not a

primitive. She must go to the palace and find the modern people to leave this awful place.

Samba slept soundly. It seemed that all Barbarians snored when they fell asleep. There were many

Barbarians sleeping in this open space and not awake yet.

Christina used the same trick again. She bit out the swiss army knife from her waist, took off the shell

of the knife, letting the blade upwards. Her legs clamped the cold blade with the hemp rope in her

hands ground to the blade. Soon, the hemp rope broke.

Christina was secretly delighted. She looked at the Samba with pride, feeling the modern person like

her was smarter than the big but stupid Barbarian a thousand times!

Not daring to be too arrogant, she picked up the swiss army knife, left quietly, and ran towards the

palace.

After dawn, the first ray of sunlight also shone on the land.

In order to protect her more safety, Christina squatted on the edge of the mire and smeared the black

mud on her face, arms, body, including clothes. Christina made herself into a black mud person.

Christina found that her skin colour was too noticeable among these savages. If she was dark, she

actually looked like a child of a wild man but was thinner and smaller than it. Well, she was probably a

little malnourished.

Smearing mud would make her not be so distinguished with these Barbarians.

Christina’s left leg was no longer-so painful. She ran desperately towards the palace…

In fact, all of this had overturned Christina’s imagination of life. She lived in modern society and had not

been exposed to these things. But now in order to survive, she had to try bravely and boldly.