On the island, he had to work and learn training. Faced with critical events, he had to shoulder the responsibility with his frail shoulders. Sometimes Chen Zhou even thought he was being too harsh on Sunday.
But who could blame the indigenous people for being born in the 17th century? In this backward and barbaric era, most people did not have the power to choose.
Compared to those children who died from hunger, disease, or conflict, perhaps Sunday was already fortunate.
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The three-person team did not know what their Leader had in mind.
At this moment, they were controlling the sails, breaking through the waves, and moving forward on the deep blue sea.
As the eyes of the team, Kosu's attention was most focused. He unloaded his backpack, placed it in the cabin, and constantly looked at the sky and then at the compass in his hand.
The indigenous people generally relied on the sun, moon, and stars to determine direction, and Kosu was no exception.
