Viscount Samate—Sui Xiong had already forgotten what his name was, but in any case, it no longer mattered. If the man changed his attitude, Sui Xiong would arrange a new identity for him; otherwise, he could be a seasoned Robinson Crusoe.
Sixty years of wilderness survival and all that would make for quite a fine show.
As Master Xing once said, puke often enough and you get used to it.
Viscount Samate had more or less gotten used to life on the deserted island. The island's conditions were actually quite good: the climate was warm, and he could go bare-chested all year round without worrying about catching a chill. The island was rich in resources. Edible plants—fruits, roots, flowers, leaves—were everywhere. There were carnivorous beasts among the animals, but no dangerous venomous insects or snakes. As for mineral deposits, they were naturally abundant as well, though they were of no use, so there was no point mentioning them.
Viscount Samate was a high-ranking Order Warrior who worshipped the God of Nobility. It was a powerful class, a variation of the paladin that gave up divine spells in exchange for the mighty "Aura of Order." It might not stand out much in one-on-one combat, but on the battlefield, it possessed extraordinary power. However, because he was inside Sui Xiong's divine kingdom and had been cut off from the God of Nobility, his abilities were severely limited. At present, he was roughly only as strong as a peak mid-rank warrior.
Still, that level of strength was already enough. Slaughtering bears and wrestling tigers barehanded was nothing to him. On this deserted island specially designed by Sui Xiong, so long as he did not court death by provoking several of the most powerful creatures, no other fierce beast could threaten him. His powerful