Chapter 275 Myrcella's Original Fish Scale?

After Rove took Furong and Gabriel around for a while, he gave them a broomstick and let the two sisters go on a "self-driving tour".

With the invisible beast following the two of them, there would be no major safety issues.

Carrying a box alone, the young man walked quickly to the edge of the lake. In the middle of the lake was a beautiful golden mermaid singing.

Rove had just sat cross-legged under a chestnut tree when Misangla swam over. She had a graceful figure, and her slender tail shone golden in the water.

Not far from the young man, Misangla stopped, her upper body sticking out of the water, revealing a blue seagrass woven robe and half of her breasts, her blond hair was covered with a delicate silver hairnet inlaid with deep purple gemstones.

Myrcella's clothes and gems were taken away by Helen, and after Rove caught the woman, they returned them to her.

"What did you sing just now?" Rove asked curiously.

"I learned a song from my mother when I was a child," Myrcella told the boy, "it praises the story of a warrior who rescued the mermaid princess from the sea monster and killed the sea monster...is it good?"

"It sounds good." The boy smiled.

"Rove, you are the warrior in the song." Myrcella stared at the boy, and said seriously: "You saved me from the circus, and you did what the song said."

"Having said that, you still have to be more careful in the future." Rove picked up a piece of dogtail grass and said softly:

"Life is not like a song. In real life, it is often the monster who wins, kills the warrior, and captures the princess."

Holding the dog's tail grass, the young man pointed to the stiff Kabulolong not far away, and said:

"It also wanted to save you, but it failed. It was blocked by me, a 'monster'. This is the reality of most."

Myrcella was thoughtful, she always felt that Rove was calm and not like a teenager, and he spoke to her as if he was her father... But the girl not only hates it, but likes it very much.

"Is it dead?"

"No, it's just my magic, just take the potion made from Mandrake." Rove said curiously:

"How do you know this guy?"

Cabuloron lived in Canada, he wondered why this guy appeared in the Atlantic Ocean, and tried to protect Misanla.

The girl turned in a circle in the water, fiddled with the icy lake water, causing ripples on the surface of the water.

"You know... I have been looking for that mysterious island in the North Sea before."

Rove nodded lightly. Misangra belongs to the two-tailed mermaid. According to her, their family has the curse of greyscale.

Myrcella is looking for the mysterious island, trying to use the lucky fountain on the island to lift the curse.

"I searched for a long time in the North Sea, but I couldn't find any islands, so I went all the way, crossed Greenland, arrived in Canada, and encountered a group of Kabulo dragons." Misangla said softly:

"I rescued this guy, and he followed me all the way back to the North Sea. He could track my scent to find the Mayflower."

Rove suddenly realized.

Although Europe and North America are far apart on the map, separated by the Atlantic Ocean, they are actually very close. As long as you start from Iceland and cross Greenland, you can reach Canada.

In fact, Greenland belongs to Denmark politically, but geographically belongs to North America.

Likewise, Columbus was not the first European to discover the New World.

As early as the first millennium AD, some Vikings sailed westward via Iceland and Greenland, and arrived at a desolate land covered with ice and snow.

It's just that this group of Vikings is not very lucky, the login location is not good, and it is not like the younger generations will use virus warfare... smallpox.

Therefore, they were driven back by the local aborigines.

Rove suddenly picked up a box from behind. After opening the lid, he asked:

"Myrcella, what are you going to do with this guy?"

Myrcella's eyes were in a trance. After she was caught by Helen, she stayed in this box for several days. When she was most desperate, she was ready to commit suicide.

Unexpectedly, the situation was reversed now, and Helen was locked inside.

"I really want to know, how did she know that I would pass by there, and lay in ambush early?" Missanla asked.

"I gave Helen the veritaserum, and she said that she bribed some mermaids from the Black Lake mermaid tribe." Rove explained:

"Those mermaids told her the news and route of your departure, and she was able to catch you."

"That's it." Myrcella was a little frustrated, she didn't expect to be betrayed by her own kind.

"What are you going to do with her?"

"I want to bring her back to my tribe." Myrcella looked into the boy's eyes and said, "My father will punish her."

"The British Ministry of Magic does not have the death penalty, and criminals are generally locked up in Azkaban." Rove said curiously:

"Is it the same for your mermaid tribe? You won't just put her in prison, sentence her for 12 or 13 years, and then deport her?"

"No." Myrcella closed her eyes, shook her head and said, "She will be tortured by fish."

"No!" Helen suddenly screamed.

She knew that fish punishment... would nail the victim to a stone, sink it into the sea, let Grindylow pull out the victim's internal organs, and let the piranhas eat the body until death.

Helen was sitting at the bottom of the box, she raised her head, looked at Rove and begged bitterly:

"Mr. Scamander, I still have many, many Galleons... I have hidden them in different vaults, and I have deposited those vault keys with other people.

They only recognize me... I'll get it for you, those Galleons are all yours... I just beg you to spare your life! "

"Do you think I'll believe you?" Rove sneered.

"I never lied to you!" Helen shouted, "This is my life, how could I lie to you!"

"Why do you like shiny things?" The young man smiled contemptuously. "That's innate. For a person like you, lying is as natural as breathing."

"Of course, even if you didn't lie, I wouldn't risk letting you get any keys." Rove said disdainfully:

"People will never earn Galleons that are beyond the range of cognition and ability. Even if they earn it by luck, they will spit it out with their strength... I don't want to be fooled by you and locked in a box."

Myrcella looked at Rove reverently.

Hearing that the young man was unwilling to spare her, Helen suddenly cursed, her tone was so vicious that it seemed to ignite the air.

Rove raised his wand, and a spell hit Helen's cheek, knocking her down to the ground with a bang.

A water arrow flew up from the lake, and with a sound of "Du", it went straight through Helen, and was firmly nailed to the wall of the cage!

Helen groaned fiercely, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead. As she struggled, the wound was torn, and blood fell like a waterfall.

"This witch is very cunning." Rove said calmly, "I will give her a potion, enough to make her unconscious for a while, so that you can bring her back to the tribe safely."

"Aren't you going back with me?" Myrcella hurriedly said:

"Rove, you saved me, you go to my hometown... my father will definitely repay you and give you anything you want."

"Next time I have a chance, I will definitely go." Rove said with a smile:

"The Mayflower will not go around the Mediterranean Sea. We will be separated in front, otherwise you will have to cross the entire Atlantic Ocean to get home."

Myrcella let out a silent sigh of disappointment, she was silent for a moment, and raised her hand, with a golden scale in her palm.

"Rove, this is for you as a reward for saving me!"

Rove took over the golden scales, it was warm, like life, shone with golden light, shinier than gold,

Myrcella blushed and said, "This is the golden scales off my body, very precious..."

"I'll treasure it forever," promises Rove.

"Yeah!" Myrcella laughed: "It has a special magic power, you can breathe in water if you hold it in your mouth.

This scale has also been soaked in body fluids, and it contains the breath of a mermaid, as long as you are in the sea, I can find you..."

Body... bodily fluids?

Rove froze.

This can't be the original flavor... Scale, right?

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(Thanks for the reward from the big guy "Just Love Wailing Water".)