My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 686

The rain stopped.

The heavy rain outside had been continued for seven days. Finally, the wind and the rain stopped.

Perhaps because of the continuous rain, the air became much fresher. They had been trapped in the

cave for seven days. When Christina and the others walked out of the cave in high spirits, they were

shocked by the scene in front of them.

They were now at the foot of the mountain and before them was a plain. But right now, the originally

verdant trees were all bare, and the leaves fell to the ground, leaving only the branches. The muddy

road was full of potholes, and even the short grass and some vines and herbs began to rot at the roots.

Everything was desolate and barren.

She once complained to Samba that there were no rainy days on this island. This time, after this

unusual heavy rain, the whole world changed.

Everyone walked out of the cave and looked around in astonishment. They had to avoid the puddle for

the rain was really poisonous.

Yet they had no time to lament. They saw a few coconut trees in the distance. Although the big leaves

of the coconut tree did not shed, they were all drooping. Fortunately, the rain had no effect on the fruit

flesh. Gary then took out a steel knife and quickly climbed up the tree to pick coconuts.

And Charles and the others hung three or four coconuts on their backpacks and used them as kettles.

When they were thirsty, they picked up the coconuts and took a few gulps.

On this short hillside, Samba strode over. He pulled up a vine root and pulled out a bunch of sweet

potatoes from

the mud.

Christina was tired of eating meat these days. She would like to eat some vegetables. Quickly, she

went over to help pull and examine the newly unearthed sweet potatoes carefully. Perhaps it was

because the vegetation grew on the hillside and the rain did not sink into the soil. Therefore, apart from

the slightly irritating smell of acid rain on the surface of the sweet potatoes, its flesh was still eatable

after peeling the skin.

There were also many anti-inflammatory and painkiller herbs. Although the roots of these herbs began

to rot after being soaked in the rain, it did not affect the efficacy of their leaves and stems. Samba also

picked some.

Now they are storing as much as food they could.

“Which direction are we heading now?”

*… Hey, Raphael, you asked us to help you find the Scepter. You could at least provide a clue.”

When their preparations were completed, they should the most important problem.

They had men and weapons, but with no direction, like blind black flies.

This time, Raphael did not put on a perfunctory expression. Instead, he stared at the surroundings and

pondered, as if he did not dare to make a decision himself.

And the Matriarch still stubbornly shouted at him.

She wanted them to put the stone coffin back in its original position, and only he knew the location of

the stone coffin.

But he couldn’t say it now because it was his final card.

Originally, Christina wanted to talk to the Matriarch, but considering her lame Aboriginal Language, she

might as well keep her mouth shut, lest she offended the Matriarch because of the oral mistake.

“Samba, tell the Matriarch to calm down. No matter how much she yells, it wont work unless she finds

three Scepters for Raphael.”

Knowing that he was the son of the Matriarch, she thought it would be more suitable to let him

persuade his mother.

But she underestimated the persistence of the Barbarians. Facing a one-track-mind and uncivilized

Barbarian, she had no way to change their minds. Holding a Scepter, the Matriarch was walking shakily

behind Raphael and nagging.

No matter where Raphael went, he was followed by an annoying old lady. Feeling more irritated, he

wanted to kick her to the ground.

In order to avoid the incident of beating up the old man, Patrick rarely said to Raphael, “Since the

Matriarch has the ability to avoid the illusion of the Third Island and also accurately find the place

where you buried the Scepter, and she knows to avoid the rain…”

“It’s very likely that she knows where the Scepter of the Third Island is.”

As soon as Raphael heard this, his expression changed drastically. Perhaps because he was too

arrogant and always took others lightly, he thought that he was the person most familiar with the Third

Island. So he did not ask others about it.

Or maybe it was because he was used to being alone and solving problems on his own, not knowing

how to work in a team.

Turning around, he looked coldly at the old and ugly Matriarch. “Do you know where the Scepter of the

Third Island is?

“I don’t know.”

She answered very directly. It seemed that she was telling the truth.

His face turned pale, and he couldn’t help but feel discouraged. He then turned around and strode

towards a hillside, wanting to stand high and think about where to go next.

All along, he was used to relying on himself, because others were unreliable.

And they were all idiots.

Just as he cursed in his heart, Christina pulled Samba over and stopped the leader of the Matriarch,

advising honestly, “Don’t follow him anymore. He might hit you.”

“Matriarch, you don’t know the location of the Scepter of the Third Island, but do you know the most

powerful thing on the Third Island…”

“Nagar.”

Before she could finish her words, the Matriarch gave her a name.

The old lady’s face was painted with colorful stripes. At this time, most of the makeup on her face had

been removed. Her skin was dark, and her face was full of wrinkles. Recently, after experiencing many

setbacks, she looked haggard and tired, but her eyes were as bright as beasts. There were also a few

strings of pearls, shells, and gemstones hanging neatly around her neck.

For some reason, Christina paid more respect to her.

“What is Nagar?”

The old lady said a lot to Christina, as if she was afraid of something. Yet she spoke very fast, and

Christina only understood two words.

“Third Island” “Patron Saint”

On the other side, Raphael’s ears were very sharp. When he heard her words, he immediately turned

his head. As he listened, he suddenly realized something.

He then asked in a loud voice, “Is Nagar a person or something? Where is it?”

Christina was not smart, but her logic was correct. The Scepter had been owned by the most powerfu

people on the various islands since ancient times. This was a place where the weak were prey to the

strong. So there must be a king

The Patron Saint of the Third Island, Nagar.

Back then, Raphael had rummaged through the scriptures of the library but could not find this record. It

seemed that Matriarch was still useful.

After hearing his question, the Matriarch shook her head, indicating that she did not know what Nagar

was. This was just an ancient name handed down by their ancestors.

He was about to swear.

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She did not know how to play tricks, nor could she learn to hide secrets. Never thinking that she could

threaten him to find the stone coffin with that, she told him the answer directly.

This was the ignorance of the Barbarians. But Christina felt that this was the simpleness and pureness

that they were about to forget.

The Barbarians were simple, and their lives and happiness were also simple. Unlike the people from

outside, they were insatiable.