A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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The best way to resolve the awkward situation is to bring in the third party, making it a three-way relationship.

Saint Karina went straight up and kissed Curtis, making her swallow back the gasp she was about to let out.

"Well……"

Curtis's lips were sealed, and a cool, moist sensation spread from her lips.

Santa Karina performed a cocktail-making demonstration live; this is a glass of whiskey sour.

Whiskey Sour is one of the most common cocktails in bars and a favorite for many, but it's also one that's difficult to make truly satisfying. Satisfaction depends entirely on the chemistry between the bartender and the customer.

Whiskey sour is a combination of bourbon whiskey, lemon, and sugar. However, most whiskey sour served in bars nowadays is actually Boston sour, which includes egg whites. The key is the ratio of acid to sugar. Whiskey sour with egg whites is smoother and more flavorful.

Whiskey Sour has become a popular cocktail among girls, perhaps due to its sour taste and the way the rich sweetness of bourbon whiskey is masked by the egg white foam.

Once made, it is served in a clear glass, allowing you to see the beautiful amber-like liquid inside. In addition to white bubbles, a cherry can be added as a garnish.

Thus, such an exquisitely presented drink is irresistible to most. The drink, chilled by ice, was passed through Santa Karina's mouth in this special way, alleviating the dehydration she had accumulated in the sweltering tent.

Taking a long shower can indeed make you feel thirsty.

However, even though the air is not circulating and there is a thick tarpaulin outside to protect you from the wind and rain, it can still make your mouth dry if you are doing nighttime communication.

"stop……"

When Curtis had zero emotional experience, she was very resistant to being stimulated.

She did indeed have many inappropriate thoughts about Saint Karina, and in her dreams she often lingered over Saint Karina's masterful massage techniques. However, in reality, Curtis was still a pure and innocent girl.

She was sensible, after all, she was a princess. Although she didn't like royal etiquette at all, she was perfect in all the required manners, a model student who could get 101 out of 100.

To her astonishment, the three of them were now making sandwiches and tofu dishes together.

"Don't say no, you'll enjoy it, Your Highness."

Saint Karina ignored Curtis's refusal and continued the academic discussion. She was an excellent teacher, skilled at learning from others' strengths to overcome them, adapting her teaching to each student's individual needs and circumstances, and using her life's knowledge in the best way possible.

So she began to reciprocate. Philomena treated her to tofu dishes, and Saint Karina prepared to invite Princess Curtis to try their Lorian cuisine in return.

This time, Saint Karina is going to make tofu skewers. The ingredients needed are tofu, mushrooms, bell peppers, ginger, salt, sugar, soy sauce, cumin powder, and bamboo skewers.

First, wash the tofu, mushrooms, and bell peppers and cut them into chunks.

Skewer the tofu, mushrooms, and bell peppers with grill skewers and coat them with sauce.

Preheat the oven to medium heat, then put the skewers in and bake for 4-5 minutes.

Next, brush the skewers with sauce and sprinkle with cumin powder. Grill over medium heat for another 4-5 minutes, and they're done.

And just like that, the bouncy, white, and tender vegetables, along with lemon slices on the white porcelain plate, are all ready.

"Come on, open your mouth~"

Saint Karina used the tone of a wicked woman trying to seduce Curtis.

"hiss……"

Curtis gasped as the hot tofu skewers were stuffed into his mouth, while Santa Karina exhaled with blissful pleasure.

Santa Karina was very happy to see others enjoying the food she had made.

"Tick tock."

It must have started to drizzle outside the tent, but that's okay. The rain isn't too heavy, and with the waterproof tarpaulin and magic, there's no need to worry about rainwater getting into the tent.

Next, Philomena joined in. Unlike Curtis, who was still a beginner, she was willing to let other women join their academic exploration as long as St. Karina liked it.

Research topics are always difficult; as the saying goes, "Three cobblers with their wits combined can outwit Zhuge Liang." "Among three people walking together, there is bound to be one I can learn from."

If the number of participants increases, the breakthrough in the research will be accelerated.

So, led by Santa Karina, they made molten lava sandwiches.

Compared to other dishes, this type of toast only requires cutting out square holes the size of cheese with a knife.

Saint Karina used a frying pan with a little oil. She placed the scooped-out bread slices in specific quantities, cracked an egg on top, and sprinkled it with black pepper.

Next, add the cheese slices, and finally cover with the middle slice of toast, pressing gently.

Finally, once the bottom is golden brown, flip it over and cook until both sides are golden brown.

A friendly reminder: be sure to cook this breakfast over low heat, or on the lowest setting if using an electric griddle. Don't forget to add cheese in the middle for the best flavor.

"Um……"

As a result, Curtis's refusal became weaker and weaker, and his words and actions of refusal began to turn into seduction, into a coy refusal, which only aroused Saint Karina's interest and made her even more determined to pursue him.

The haughty princess, who managed to escape danger and maintain her purity in her dreams, is now sinking deeper and deeper into depravity, her body and mind sliding into a dangerous abyss.

In order to press on and win over the princess, turning awkwardness into something wonderful, Saint Karina immediately started working on the second sandwich, since one serving wouldn't be enough for three people.

This time it's a sausage sandwich. First, take a slice of toast, spread mayonnaise evenly on it, and then arrange cucumber slices neatly on top.

Place the fried crispy sausage and cheese slices on top in that order. Finally, add the fried egg and squeeze a little mayonnaise on top.

Cover with another slice of toast, press gently with your hands to help the ingredients blend together, and finally cut in half.

And just like that, an appetizing sandwich is ready to eat. However, Santa Karina gave the two some tips on how to make this: the eggs and crispy sausages should be fried in advance, and the crispy sausages can be replaced with other meats, such as bacon, chicken breast, tuna, luncheon meat, etc.

174. Eye of the storm

In the end, however, the princess only tasted the sweetness and was not taken away from her most important purity.

Although Saint Karina and her companions wanted to find the group, they found it difficult, as the fog in the forest was getting thicker and thicker. Fortunately, with the presence of the evil god in her mind, Saint Karina did not lose her sense of direction.

"Your Highness, do you know what lies ahead?"

"We've been walking in the dense forest for almost two days," Santa Karina asked casually.

Because of what happened with Aaron, Curtis was no longer entirely willing to rejoin the team. She had developed suspicions about her companions, everyone in the team except the leader.

If there's no mole within the team, their whereabouts wouldn't be so easily exposed.

"Of course I know. Although the map isn't in my possession and the matter involves state secrets, I can still tell you. Just be overjoyed and thank me for my mercy in telling you."

With the passage of time, Curtis regained her innate princess-like pride.

To be honest, it's really annoying. It's like seeing a chattering brat who's been brought to visit relatives.

However, compared to when they first met, when she called him a "country bumpkin," she is much better now and has toned it down considerably.

"Okay, thank you. You can talk now."

Saint Karina resisted the urge to flick her forehead as punishment and thanked her perfunctorily.

That "thank you" contained no sincerity, only the helpless resignation of an adult trying to please a child.

“Saint Karina, are you treating me like a fool? Um... never mind, I’ll tell you. In short, besides the leader, I’m the one in the team who knows the inside story best. There really is something divine in the forest, and it’s very likely that, like in the legends, it can create a god.”

She had originally glared at Saint Karina, intending to point her finger at Saint Karina and start berating her without any respect.

But when she saw Saint Karina's malicious, half-smiling, half-serious expression, she chickened out.

Like a child being scolded by an adult for doing something wrong, she immediately backed down, abandoned her arrogance, and honestly told him what she knew.

"After passing through this foggy region, you'll reach the eye of the storm. Gale-force winds blow along the canyon, and the sea of ​​clouds gallops like a thousand horses. This is the center of the Cloud Path. Most miraculously, after passing through the 'gate' guarded by the celestial beast, you won't find land inside, but a vast ocean. Only by passing the trials can you reach the area closest to the core, the Divine Core. However, most people only make it halfway or only make a small part before turning back."

"It's about the same as the information I have."

Saint Karina gave a perfunctory reply, showing no intention of stopping to rest.

Soon, an hour later, they entered the core area shrouded in mist. Compared to before, the wind was stronger as they walked.

Deeper into the Cloud Path, there is no more vegetation. The winding valleys and crisscrossing, star-like interlacing areas form the main background.

There are no plants, perhaps because they never existed to begin with. The path in the clouds is a creation of God. Although God can create some life, He is unwilling to waste His divine power creating some unattractive and useless evergreen plants.

In short, even without plants, the view is not good. As the wind picks up, the clouds inside quickly solidify into a maze-like cloud formation, accompanied by sand and stones flying in the gale, making the interior environment look even more harsh.

"This is the eye of the storm; we're getting closer and closer to our destination."

The group was still nowhere to be found; the scattered crowd seemed to have vanished.

However, Saint Karina was not in a hurry, because given the strength of the paladins and priestesses, they should be unlikely to encounter any trouble until they actually enter the gate of the Cloud Path.

She reached for the rock, but it was not easy to grip. The rock was as if it had been carved by a knife and axe, with no smooth parts. She had to be careful not to cut her palms and fingernails with the sharp edges while climbing.

However, the difficulty of climbing is relative to ordinary people. For the trio who possess magic and divine power, this kind of climbing is very easy. They don't need to put in much effort. They just need to be careful that the place they hold on to doesn't slip and cause them to fall.

"Hey, do you want to come down?"

Curtis was still resentful because he had been bullied for calling out Santa Karina's name before, and refused to call her by her name properly or look her in the eye when he spoke.

She looked down awkwardly. After three hours of rapid action, Curtis was no match for Saint Karina and Philomena in terms of strength and stamina. She was actually a little tired, but her pride wouldn't allow her to complain or ask Saint Karina for help.

If she can't even do such a small thing, then she'll truly be a burden to the trio.

Below, in the canyon, lies a bottomless abyss, seemingly lower than the climb that led up. Its depths are a dark void that absorbs all light, like the mouth of a demon leading to the abyss.

The valley is divided in two, yet it is a natural formation, as if it were directly cleaved by some great force, and the rocks on both sides of the mountain wall have very smooth cross-sections.

The gale blew upwards from the crack, as if a terrifying beast was lurking deep within the crack, sleeping soundly, and the gale was merely its heavy breathing during its deep slumber.

"Go down from here. You can hold my hand if you're afraid of heights or anything."

Santa Karina knew the safest course of action was to either have Curtis return the way he came, or simply stay in that spot and wait.

However, Curtis has an organization that's after her life, so staying here or going back the way she came isn't a particularly good option.

Going back might not mean encountering teammates, but rather a traitor or an enemy. Staying put, on the other hand, might mean facing someone with ill intentions who is right behind you.

Here, unless you're a friend, regardless of your motives, even if you've never met Curtis before, you can only be an enemy. The principle of too many monks and too little porridge is something almost everyone understands.

"Get down from here?!"

Curtis raised his voice slightly.

It wasn't that she was too timid; it was just that just looking down from here made her dizzy and her legs weak, making it difficult for her to walk down the slope.

Saint Karina only gave her two options: to hold hands or not to hold hands. She was not given a third option to back out. So she could only quickly glance at the cracked eye, her face pale, enduring the dizziness, her brows furrowed into a deep frown, and stare at Saint Karina with an incredulous look.

How is this person's head shaped? So brave!

This is probably what Curtis was thinking.

"If you want to be caught by the people who are after you, or if you're not worried about the malice of other competitors who are just as interested in that goal as we are, you can stay."

175. Nightmare

"Then forget it."

The experience of being attacked and chased, and being betrayed by a comrade, is still vivid in my mind. Falling down might mean certain death, but as long as you are careful, there will be no problem. But staying here means certain death, and you can only leave your life to the ephemeral things like fate and luck.

The wind in the valley was incredibly strong, making it very difficult to find the right path.

Saint Karina didn't know if others had any connections, but with the evil god's instructions in her mind, she wasn't afraid of going astray as long as she was careful.

"Since you've made up your mind, we have to go."

Seeing that Curtis didn't intend to hold her hand, Santa Karina lowered her body and walked close to the rock wall.

"Walk along the cliff to avoid being blown off by the wind."

She gave a brief instruction and then didn't pay any more attention to what happened next.

However, after walking only a short distance, Curtis became unsteady and almost fell.

"careful!"

It was only when Santa Karina had some attention on Curtis that she grabbed Curtis's arm.

Her figure swayed slightly, but was eventually pulled back from the direction of the abyss.

Curtis's heart was pounding violently. His face, which was already pale, was now completely bloodless, and his lips were even pale.

With a "splashing" sound, tiny pebbles rolled down into the abyss, carried by inertia, without making a sound.

"Your Highness, how about we hold hands instead?"

Saint Karina gave a half-smile; she didn't mean to blame them, but simply shook their tightly clasped hands.

This time, Curtis didn't refuse again. She now felt that just holding Santa Karina's hand, that slender and not particularly strong arm, gave her a sense of security.

She was clearly terrified, and her courage to act tough deflated like a punctured balloon, only going out and not in, and she could no longer show off.