Chapter 60: A Different Rasputin (1)
"Wooo! Wooo!" The strong wind whizzed across the deserted island. The originally blue sky was now completely dark, and one or two golden lightning serpents occasionally flashed inside. There was also a deep smell of the sea in the air.
"Is it going to be a storm?" Ulysses stopped the sword in his hand and looked at the sky. Indeed, these signs all indicate that a storm was coming, a specialty of the summer sea. After confirming this, Ulysses immediately made the decision to rush back to the cave.
When he ran back into the cave quickly, Rasputin and Cherie had already been waiting for him inside. But their expressions seemed to be anxious, as if they were afraid of something. And seeing him back, Cherie plunged into his arms for the first time and hugged him tightly.
"Cherie, what's the matter?" Cherie's hug today seemed a little different from the usual hug. He could clearly feel the petite body in his arms trembling like a frightened kitten. ‘Is she sick?' Ulysses was a little worried.
"Big Brother! Cherie, Cherie is so scared! This, this kind of weather is the same as when our ship sank! Just in this kind of weather. Grandpa butler, grandpa butler..." tears continued to fall from Cherie's blue eyes like strings of pearls, dampening the clothes on Ulysses' chest.
"There there, don't be afraid anymore. I will always be with you. Come, let's sit there and rest. I will tell you a story!" Ulysses gently wiped the tears from Cherie's face. He picked her up, walked over to his bed and sat down.
"Daddy! I want to hear your story too!" Helen took Ulysses's hand and looked at him earnestly.
"Okay. Just sit by my side." Ulysses agreed to Helen's request and let her sit next to him. But Helen, who sat next to Ulysses, of course would not just sit there. She leaned her body on Ulysses's body, as if Ulysses was a big tree for her to snuggle. Cherie held him tighter in his arms.
"I really don't know what to say to you two anymore..." Seeing Cherie and Helen's actions, Ulysses smiled helplessly. In this way, he started to tell stories for Cherie and Helen while stroking the heads of them.