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Volume 4 The Weeping Sea of ??Sand Chapter 40 Siris County

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    Drown me with your collection, àÓàÓ

    The County of Siris is in sight.

    They arrived at dusk.  The fire clouds in the sky occupied the sight, and the desert was red and radiating heat, as if it were a blazing brazier with charcoal added continuously.  The soldiers held their spears and sat slantedly, letting out one or two complaining sighs and curses from time to time.  The "great and noble" Viscount Arnoldko walked lifelessly on his horse, like a puppet.  Ever since he read out that order, he has no glory left.  The alchemist curled his lips in disdain and continued to watch his hard performance.  []

    The desert connects to the coast, and the moist wind blows on the alchemist's cheek. In a daze, Leo feels as if he has returned to Ayinbulo.  Rosie pulled the reins and drove the horse along with him.  The horse's hooves stirred up the yellow sand, and the female mage hung a black veil. He couldn't help but think of the female mage covered in black veil.  She was waiting for them ahead.

    "Are we going in like this?" the female mage asked slightly uneasily.  Her hands grasped the reins tightly, her fingers moving continuously.  She still couldn't work magic, and the feeling of being helpless made her feel insecure.  Leo reached over and took her hand.

    "If you don't ride a horse, do you have to walk?"

    However, the joke did not have the expected effect.  "I'm asking you seriously." Rosie said with a hint of annoyance, "We just go in like this? Unprepared? Let others take us to their territory? And then let them slaughter us?"

    What she said was exactly what Leo was worried about.  "Look around, Rosie." He drew a circle with his hand, framing all the people around him.  "What do we have? There are only five warriors left in Mr. Fefeido's arakkoa tribe; the knights are confused and lost, and they have no intention to fight; besides that, what else is there?" Without waiting for her answer, the alchemist  Then he said, "You, me, and Lu Yuewu are the only remaining combat forces, and how many of us need to be protected?"

    The female mage was silent for a while.  "Six." She muttered.

    "Yes, six." Leo sighed, "Look at our Mr. Viscount. There is a whole group of fully armed soldiers. What can we do? And above the sand sea, it is all their territory. Rosie, we  Just outsiders.¡±

    The female mage said feebly under the veil, "This is all we can do? Being chased and coerced by others"

    The alchemist is also fed up with this, and he also desperately wants to break away from this repeated cycle.  Many times, he just wants to draw his sword and solve the problem, simply and crudely; but current events never go as he wants, so he has to waste more words, beat around the bush, waste time, and wait for a response.  He is the one who needs comfort, he makes the decision, he takes the pressure, and he doesn't dare to reveal any secrets, just because the yellow sand under his feet is full of rats, and the sea breeze blowing is full of flies.  Li Ou looked back at Lu Yuewu under the cloak.  Her face was hidden in the pulled up scarf, making it difficult to see clearly.  Just like her heart.

    "Patience, Rosie." Leo focused on his eyes.  ""

    "I've had enough of this, Leo," she growled.  It's like he can't suppress the devil in his heart.

    "Soon, we will be able to go back soon." He comforted patiently, lowering his volume to ensure that no one heard his plan.  "If Rava Jore is right, we can find the boat back here."

    The female mage suddenly raised her face, her fiery red pupils showing Leo's familiar eagerness.  "You mean"

    "It's what you think." The alchemist nodded.

    The exterior walls of Siris County are red brick walls that look like flames.  Lava Jore once described it in detail, but when Leo saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but marvel.  This is a wonderful scene that complements the burning horizon.

    ¡°I¡¯m finally back.¡± He heard Lava Jore sigh with emotion.  So he rode his horse and came to the merchant¡ª¡ª

    "What are you going to do?" His son still had stubborn hostility towards them.  "You'd better stop talking, white devil, you will bring disaster to us if you open your mouth I don't want to hear it."

    I wish every word I spoke was a curse.  "Then get away." Lava Jore slapped his son in the face and drove him away.  The businessman turned his head and instantly put on his unique smile as if changing his face.  Although the love is sincere, it always makes people feel hypocritical and unworthy of belief.  "Mr. Leo," he said, "I didn't think I could come back alive. Now that I think about it, what happened before is just like a nightmare¡ª¡ª"

    "We are only surviving for ourselves, which is not worthy of gratitude." He waved his hand to interrupt the other party's eloquent words, "Tell me more about Schillis County, your Prince Barton, and what have you heard?  That woman. While there is still some time, I want to know more. Tell me something new."

      "I, I've already told you." The businessman refused without even thinking about it.  "I have nothing more to say."

    Leo pulled the reins to stop the horse.  "What are you afraid of?" He whispered while staring into the other person's eyes, exerting pressure on him.  "Sir, are you afraid of that woman? Don't worry, after entering the city, you can leave. No one will stop you, and no one will invite you into the castle. You are not invited. Speaking of which, those who are worried about attending the Hongmen Banquet should  It¡¯s us, not you.¡±

    "No, no." Lava Jore waved his hands and eagerly denied it. His joke seemed to have worked.  "I justI justI've told you everything I know."

    This is a lie.  Distant eyes, dilated pupils, restlessly moving fingers there are so many more.  "But there's nothing I want to know." The alchemist made his words sound colder.  "I want to know more, and I don't want to listen to the gossip from those long-mouthed women-"

    "I have said everything that needs to be said."

    Who decides what should be said and what should not be said?  "What shouldn't be said? I want to listen to that." Leo caught the flaw in the businessman's words and chased after him.  "I know you're full of gossip, and that's what I like to hear."

    Rava Qiao Lei lowered his head, "II'm gone"

    A businessman lives entirely on news, and he doesn¡¯t believe it at all.  "Either I ask and you answer."

    However, Leo's proposal was still rejected by the businessman's hesitant, hesitant whimpering and evasive eyes.  Leo felt his patience was worn out.  Maybe, he shouldn't count on the other party?

    "Evera." He called Miss Bachelor's name and waved to her.  Miss Bachelor rode over in confusion.  Leo set his sights on Lava Jore again.  There was panic, anxiety, and hesitation on the other person's face.  He might be able to hide it from himself, but it would be difficult to deceive Miss Bachelor.  "Mr. Rava Chore, what is there that you dare not say?"

    "What's going on?" Miss Bachelor came over.

    "I want to ask some questions, but the businessman's words always make people feel unbelievable."

    ¡°No, I never said panic,¡± Lava Jore defended loudly, ¡°What¡¯s more, what¡¯s more, you also saved our lives¡ª¡ª¡±

    It¡¯s a good thing he still remembers.  "Very good, since you think so, now is the time for you to repay the favor." Leo suppressed his anger, "Isn't it the job of businessmen to trade with each other? It's the same now. It's your turn. Use your information  , save our lives"

    Miss Bachelor pulled the reins and moved closer, her face unable to hide her worry.  "Leo, what happened?"

    "A little bit of worry." The alchemist said, "Be prepared for a rainy day." He raised his eyelids and signaled Miss Bachelor to pay attention to the merchant who was slowly walking behind him while pulling the pony.  "But some people refused to cooperate."

    "Does he still have secrets?"

    "As far as I'm concerned, it's a matter of life and death." Fear prevented him from speaking out, as if he was cursed to die when he exited.  His gaze was wandering and always straying away, as if he was always on guard.  Leo admitted that curiosity also drove him to break the casserole.

    "Maybe it's not that serious."

    But the worry on her pale and tired face was unmistakable.  Lies with words can never dispel the fear in your heart.  She also had no illusions about their trip.  Leo realized.  So there is no room for procrastination at this time.  The alchemist took another look at the crimson brick wall, on which the setting sun cast the arrogant shadow of the archery tower. He instinctively felt that the city would be like Pompey Dekar and would not be kind to them.  At least that woman doesn't.  That darkly smiling, peeping shadow.

    The horse insisted on avoiding the puddle of ocher red brick powder on the compacted sand, as if it were a pile of blood that exuded a deadly stench.  Countless horse thieves and bandits died here.  The alchemist suddenly remembered the battle that took place outside the city of Pompeii.  But here He straightened up and looked around. In the quiet desert, only the faint sounds of people and sparse waves came.  Behind him, Lava Jore was muttering softly, as if he was going crazy or praying to some god.  He couldn't hear clearly.

    ¡°I promise you,¡± he told Lava Jore, a hesitant businessman.  "We step into the city gate with our front foot, and you can leave with the back foot. I will not trouble you again. Even if we find ships to hit the wall everywhere, we will not bother you again."

    "this¡­¡­"

    "I can't promise more. But this is the guarantee you and your son want most." Leo looked at Sasha Jore, who was watching closely next to him, "No Valian will welcome  White Devil, the same goes for you, right?" The same goes for the red-robed monk, not to mention the passers-by.  ?You should have understood this earlier.

    After a long silence, Lava Jore finally relaxed, "What do you want to know?"

    ¡î

    The soldiers arranged their queues as they marched. They were divided into four columns and surrounded the white devils.  Lava Jore also received the same treatment.  He opened his mouth and tried to argue.  But the fear and hatred cast by the soldiers made him keep his mouth shut.  He lowered his eyes to avoid the contemptuous looks of his fellow tribesmen who regarded him as a traitor.

    But he knew what a traitor was, that "red dove", that desert warrior, and that knight, they were; but he was not He did nothing, nothing No, I said it.  Lava Jore reminded himself.  I said something about that woman, about Duke Bartonbut that shouldn't be considered a betrayal.  I don't believe in the Desert Mother, he said in his mind.  It seems that if you say it a thousand times, it becomes the truth.

    The white devils were all indifferent and speechless.  They moved forward with their heads down, but Lava Jore still noticed their small movements, the gestures that secretly communicated with each other.  They seemed to be hatching plans and actions that were terrifying to him just to think about.  He had no doubt about it.  He had felt it before, in the white devil, the legendary alchemist who played with witchcraft. There was eagerness and hidden uneasiness in his words, just like his current appearance.  What he is afraid of is being angered, being judged, being thrown into a dungeon, and having his property confiscated. What is the white devil afraid of?  He couldn't think of anything but death.

    Once the fear in your heart grows, it will spread endlessly like a plague.  He could almost see the white devil's frantic appearance, and of course his own sad and unjust end was inevitable.  He suddenly regretted that he should not have anything to do with these crazy white devils; but at the same time, he felt that it was worth it.  If there is no white devil, they will only become the devil themselves.

    The contradictory psychology wrapped him tightly like silk, making him unable to breathe, as if he was suffocating.  His mind was in a mess, and his thoughts were chaotic, like a pot of porridge that had been boiled.

    The clatter of horse hooves.  The road underfoot is no longer yellow sand, but has become a hard stone slab.  The roar of people's voices came out through the thick red brick wall He carefully breathed a sigh of relief as quietly as possible, thinking that he finally no longer had to face the ruthless and cold sea of ??sand, and felt like an invisible person.  The lines are pulled, and the puppet only knows how to move forward mechanically.

    The Viscount loudly reminded the soldiers to be on alert.  Then the soldiers raised their spears.  The flashing orange light of the gun tip dissipated the heat, and he only felt a chill running through his body.  He couldn't help but shrink his neck and squirm uncomfortably on the horse's back.

    When they passed through the city gate, they were blocked for a while. Several soldiers rode their horses back and forth, yelling, cursing, waving their whips, and whipping those who blocked the way.  They must be because of the white devil.  Rava Jore thought as he looked at the screaming men and women retreating.  If he wasn't among the white devils, he might be one of them.  He received a burning whip on his face but did not dare to say a word. He could only secretly cast an angry look, and then cast more curiosity and surprise on the expressive white devil.

    There is no doubt that there will be many topics of conversation running up and down in the tavern during dinner a moment later.  Let's go have a drink later.  Lava Jore thought to himself.  He suddenly missed the noisy pub very much.  Go right away.  He made a decision.

    The soldiers cleared the road and the team moved forward smoothly. The red brick wall looked like a cage for prisoners.  Rava Chore suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, and he recalled Pompeii Dekar, that hellish city.  An impulse fiercely grabbed his heart, and a magic voice whispered in his ear He just wanted to gallop on his horse and escape from here as far away as possible. As long as he left the city and escaped to the sea of ??sand,  It doesn't matter if I become a monk

    "You can go." The white devil's words dispelled his impulse and brought back his reason.

    Rava Qiao Lei shook his head and opened his eyes wide, "Really?" Did he hear it correctly?

    There was impatience in the alchemist's eyes, "Don't you want to leave? Are you still willing to follow us?" He snorted coldly, "Don't forget, we are the white devils who will bring bad luck."

    He wriggled his mouth but couldn't say a word.

    "You can leave." He repeated again and promised, "No one will come to you."

    The white devil turned around and left, and soon the team started moving forward again.  The soldiers walked around him and didn't look at him again.  In the blink of an eye, they had disappeared around the corner of the street.  The surroundings suddenly became empty, and the feeling of insecurity surged up quickly like maggots in the tarsal bones.  Lava Jore couldn't help but wonder if he had made the biggest wrong decision in his life.

    "I'm finally free of those white devils. I've had enough."?Them.  His son complained at the side and spat on the ground. "Father, why don't you leave?"  What are you doing?  We went home.  "

    Yes, I¡¯m home.  He suffered a complete loss in this business, but both he and Sasha survived by luck.  He didn't know if this was luck.  At this moment, he missed the fire, bench, sofa and soft bed at home even more. He wanted to take a bath, drink a sip of wine, and then have a good sleep He urged the horse under him to move  Footsteps, heading towards home.

    Every time he passed a street, Sasha would stop and look at it for a long time, as if to confirm that what he saw in front of him was not a dream.  He understood what he was doing, he had done the same when he was younger.  So he waited patiently for his son to catch up on horseback.

    ¡°Father,¡± after a moment, when his son¡¯s enthusiasm subsided, he began to ask, ¡°What did you just say?¡±

    Rava Qiao Lei hesitated for a long time and finally spoke.  If he doesn't tell his son, who else can he trust?  "I told them something, cryptic, profane, something taboo"

    The surrounding voices swallowed up the vibrato in his words, covering up his fear.  Sasha couldn't help but shudder, and he remained silent until he turned into a deserted alley, a shortcut leading to home, when he seemed to muster up the courage.

    "What exactly did you say?"

    "AboutMother of the Desert"

    Before he finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly jumped down from the low wall on the side - Lava Jore was surprised that they didn't notice each other - the black shadow was like an eagle pouncing on food, and the huge shadow was like a mountain.  It enveloped them all.  A huge force pushed him off the horse, and the horse whined in pain.  He struggled to raise his head, but just in time to see the shadow grabbing the horse's head with one hand, letting it struggle and slamming it into the low wall.  Dust flew up in the loud noise, the low wall collapsed, and the horse fell to the ground and twitched, only breathing out but not in.  The other party grabbed Sasha and broke his neck while laughing ferociously.

    The son¡¯s head turned 180 degrees, staring at him with dull and frightened eyes.  Lava Jore heard an inhuman cry coming from his own throat, and hot tears fell down.

    "This is not true, this is not true." He repeated absently.

    "This is true." The dark figure approached.

    "The huge body, the tangled muscles, the ferocious face He suddenly remembered who the other party was.  But before he could scream, a pair of big hands grabbed his face tightly. Pain swept over him, and he felt like his head was about to explode.  He struggled hard, but to no avail, as the opponent's fingers tightened tighter and tighter.

    "Traitor, repent to the Mother of the Desert." The guy sneered and said, "I will take revenge one by one. We will wait and see."

    Before he died, he suddenly felt extremely regretful.  But he had no way of knowing why he regretted it.
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