Chapter 370: Luck at Two Extremities!
As Moraine was going through the upheaval in her thoughts, Murtogg had already rushed to the post he had been commanding to a day before.
The sun was showering with pure heat, and at the beach, its might was even greater.
Everything was glistening under the scalding, rising temperature; sweat and seawater seemed alike.
"Why are you here?!" Mullroy asked, his expression full of shock. "They told me you had gone to some voodoo healer."
"Well," Murtogg said, smacking his lips, "I got healed."
"Ah!" Mullroy drew a knowing breath, but then he immediately frowned. "They did something to you, didn't they? There's no such thing as Voodoo Healers. I think they fooled you, mate."
Murtogg frowned. "Voodoo Healers are real!" he retaliated with a shout.
"Are they?!" Mullroy asked, throwing the rifle from one shoulder to another. "I've never seen them."
Murtogg snorted, flicking the sweat drops off his forehead.
"Dogshit!" he cursed, poking Mullroy's rifle. "You haven't seen London, have you? It doesn't mean it's not real."
"London is real," Mullroy snapped. "There are maps of London."