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Russell slowly woke up, and when he turned his head, he saw a familiar scene.

Amidst swirling smoke and the strong aroma of herbs, a little girl with pigtails was brewing medicine for herself. Her slender and delicate figure evoked a pang of sympathy.

"Xiao Tang!" Russell called out happily.

Xiao Tang's movements were stiff as she slowly turned around. The cute little girl was gone, replaced by a charred face, so terrifying that Russell's heart trembled.

"The person you respected most killed me, killed us!" Xiao Tang's voice was filled with resentment.

Instantly, tears welled up in Russell's eyes as he frantically explained, "I didn't know about this. I was trying to save you. It's my fault that I've hurt you all."

"I'm going to kill you!" the little girl screamed and lunged at Russell.

"Ah!" Russell cried out in fright as he woke up in a secret space.

"What's wrong?" a clear voice rang out.

Russell quickly turned around and saw a blonde beauty looking at him.

To be honest, this was the first time in Russell's life that he had ever seen such a beautiful woman.

With blonde hair, blue eyes, snow-white skin, delicate features, and a high nose bridge, she wore a snow-white cloak embroidered with various eerie runes.

"Are you crying?" the beautiful woman said.

Russell did not answer, his gaze remaining fixed on the beautiful woman's face.

Every man would keep looking at her, and she wasn't surprised at all by Russell's gaze.

After a moment, Russell realized that staring at the woman in front of him was extremely inappropriate, and his face turned red to his neck.

Russell sighed, wiped away his tears, and said, "It's nothing, just a nightmare."

The beautiful woman smiled slightly and said: Your emotions are very complicated. You are angry, guilty, and sad.

Russell didn't dare look at the woman again and remained silent for a while before asking, "Where is this? How did I get here?"

"This is a merchant ship, and my name is Jean Isabella."

Russell muttered to himself: A merchant's ship? A Star Speaker? How did I end up here?

“An adult entrusted you to us and asked me to take good care of you!” Jean Isabella said.

Russell closed his eyes; he knew that the "sir" Jean Isabella spoke of must be Sigismund.

He couldn't understand why Sigismund had handed him over to the traveling merchant instead of sending him back to the 357th Regiment or killing him outright. Someone as ruthless as him would kill him as easily as stepping on an ant!

How long have I been here?

“It’s been almost five days. You’ve been sleeping the whole time, occasionally crying in your dreams. I’m very curious about what happened to you that made you feel so guilty?”

Russell shook his head painfully and said: "These are all old stories, why bring them up again?"

Seeing that Russell was unwilling to continue, Jean Isabella did not press him further.

She changed the subject, saying: "Your name is Russell, right?"

Russell nodded and said: Yes, my name is Russell, and I am a lieutenant from the 357th Regiment of the Cardia Commando.

"There's something I find strange: you're just an ordinary member of the Star Guard, so why are you able to gain the favor of such an important figure?"

"Maybe he's getting senile!" Russell sneered.

Jean Isabella was stunned. In her memory, no one in the entire empire had ever dared to be so disdainful of that lord. What was so special about this man before her?

"Now that you're awake, what do you want to do next?" Jean Isabella asked curiously.

Russell paused for a moment and said: I want to go back to the 357th Regiment and fight alongside my good brother "Kayans" until I die on the battlefield.

"Another Star Force?"

Russell smiled and said: Yes, a captain in the 357th Regiment.

"Is it really going to be difficult for us to get back to the Misty Starfield now?"

Russell frowned slightly at Jean Isabella's words. He certainly knew about the Misty Starfield, which was almost at the edge of the Milky Way.

Russell fell silent once again, unsure of what to say next.

"How about you become my bodyguard?" Jean Isabella asked tentatively.

Russell immediately shook his head and said: I'm sorry, I don't like being someone else's bodyguard!

Jean Isabella was astonished. She hadn't expected Russell to refuse so decisively. As a goddess revered by thousands, she had countless men vying for her attention every day. She had never thought of having a man as her bodyguard. Russell was an exception, but she never expected that even this exception would refuse her.

Although rejected, Isabella wasn't angry, but only slightly regretful, saying: "Since you're on the ship, you should do something!"

"Let me do the hardest and dirtiest work!" Russell said calmly.

Jean Isabella stared wide-eyed at the man before her; she understood him less and less.

"Those are things only slaves do. Are you sure you want to do them?"

Bertrand Russell smiled bitterly: Who isn't a slave? What difference is there between me and a slave now?

Jean Isabella shook her head and said, "You're a strange person. I'll take you to see the captain! Maybe he can arrange a suitable job for you."

Russell nodded, jumped out of bed, and straightened his clothes.

And so Russell followed “Star Whisperer Jean Isabella” out of the room and onto the deck of the ship’s cabin. The deck was full of busy figures, and a very strong sailor was carrying cargo piece by piece.

The appearance of Jean Isabella caused the sailors to stop what they were doing and stare at her intently.

Jean Isabella is about 1.8 meters tall, which is considered tall for a woman. Russell, who is 2.13 meters tall, is much taller than her. In addition, Russell's strength has surpassed that of the orc boy. It is conservatively estimated that Russell's weight has now reached about 600 pounds. At first glance, he looks like a warrior as strong as a bear.

With a man as imposing as Russell following behind her, those lewd gazes dared not linger on the Star Speaker's graceful figure.

After crossing the deck, they arrived at the cockpit, where several people were discussing something.

“Brother, Russell is here!” Jean Isabella said to a blond man.

The blond man looked up at Russell, who was also looking at him.

At that moment, a phrase suddenly popped into Russell's mind: "golden boy and jade girl".

Jean Isabella was an absolute beauty, and her brother was an incredibly handsome man—the kind of handsome that would make any man turn his head in admiration.

Of course, this time Russell's gaze didn't linger on the super handsome man's face for long, but swept over him quickly.

The handsome man quickly stood up and introduced himself: I am the captain of the "Longsword". You can call me Jean Reno.