Chapter 40 Schris County

"Drow me with the collection, wo"

Siris County is far away.

They arrived at dusk. The fire clouds in the sky occupied the sight, and the red heat of the desert seemed to be a hot pot constantly adding charcoal. The soldiers sat crookedly with spears, sighing and cursing from time to time. The great and noble Viscount Arnoldko rode his horse to death, like a puppet. Since he read that order, he has no glory at all. The alchemist bent the corners of his mouth disdainfully and continued to watch his hard work.

The desert connected to the coast, and the wet wind blew the alchemist's cheeks. In a trance, Leo felt as if he had returned to Ainblo. Rosie pulled the reins and drove the horse to him. The horseshoe turned the yellow sand, and the female mage hung a black veil, which made him involuntarily think of the female magician covered with black veil. She was waiting for them in front of them.

"Are we going in like this?" The female mage asked with a little uneasiness. Her hands grasped the reins tightly, and her five fingers kept moving. She still can't perform magic, and the feeling of having no support makes her feel insecure. Leo reached for her hand.

"Do you have to walk without riding a horse?"

However, the joke did not have the expected effect. I'm asking you seriously." Rosie said with a trace of anger, "Are we going in like this? Unprepared? Let others take us to their territory? Then let them slaughter?"

What she said was exactly what Leo was worried about. Look around, Rosie. He drew a circle with his hand and framed all the people around him. What do we have? There are only five soldiers left in Mr. Feiferdo's Raven tribe; the knights are confused and lost, and they have no intention of fighting; what else is there? Without waiting for her answer, the alchemist continued, "You and I, and Lu Yuewu are the only remaining fighting power, and how many of us need to protect?"

The female mage was silent for a while. Six." She said in a muffled voice.

"Yes, six." Leo sighed, "Look at our Viscount. A whole group of heavily armed soldiers, what can we do? And above the sand sea, it is all their territory. Rosie, we are just outsiders.

The female mage said powerlessly under the veil, "Can we do this?" Chasing and coercing..."

The alchemist is also fed up with this, and he also wants to break free from such a recurring cycle. Many times, he just wants to draw his sword to solve it, which is simple and rude; but current affairs will not go as he wants, so he has to talk more, beat around the bush, waste time, and wait for a reply. What needs to be comforting is that he makes a decision. He bears the pressure and dares not reveal any secrets, just because the yellow sand under his feet is full of mice, and the sea breeze is full of flies. Leo looked back at Lu Yuewu under the cloak. Her face was hidden in the pulled up scarf, which didn't look real. Just like her heart.

"Patience, Rosie." Leo turned his attention to his eyes.

"I've had enough of this, Leo." She roared in a low voice. It's like a devil who can't suppress his stupid heart.

"We will be back soon." He patiently comforted and lowered the volume to ensure that no one heard his plan. If Rava Joray is right, we can find the boat back here.

The female mage suddenly raised her face, and her fiery red pupils showed Li Ou's familiar enthusiasm. You mean..."

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

The outer wall of Sirius County is a red brick wall like a flame. Lava Joray had described it in detail, but when Leo saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't help marveling. This is a spectacle that contrasts with the burning sky.

"Finally back." He heard Rava Jore sighing. So he came to the businessman--

"What else are you going to do?" His son is still stubbornly hostile to them. You'd better not talk, white devil. You will bring us disaster with one mouth... I don't want to hear it."

I hope that every word I say is a curse. Then get out of here." Lava Jore slapped his son and drove him away. The merchant turned his head and hung on the merchant's unique smile in an instant as if he had changed his face. Although it is sincere, it always makes people feel hypocritical and unbelievable. Mr. Leo," he said, "I didn't expect to come back alive. Now that I think about it, what happened before is like a nightmare--

"We just want to live by ourselves, which is not worthy of gratitude." He waved his hand and interrupted the other party's endless words, "Tell me more about Sirius County, about your Patton, the prince, and the woman you heard about." I want to know more while there is still some time. Tell me something new."

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

Li Ou pulled the reins and made the horse stop. What are you afraid of? He stared into the other party's eyes while whispering and oppressing 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, it should be us who are worried about going to the banquet of Hongmen, not you.

"No, no." Lava Jore waved his hand and eagerly denied it, and his joke seemed to work. I just... I just... I've told you everything I know."

This is a lie. There are too many free eyes, enlarged pupils, and restless fingers. But there is 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 among those long-mouthed women--

"I've said everything I have to say."

Who stipulates what should be said and what should not be said? What should I say? I'm going to listen to that." Li Ou grasped the flaw between the businessman's words and chased after him. I know you are full of stock, full of gossip, and I love to hear this.

Rava Joray lowered his head, "I... I'm gone..."

Businessmen live on news, and he doesn't believe it at all. Or, I ask, and you answer.

However, Leo's proposal was still rejected by the businessman's hesitant sobs and dodgy eyes. Leo felt that his patience had been exhausted. Maybe he shouldn't have counted on the other party?

"Evela." He called Miss Bachelor's name and waved to her. Miss Bachelor drove over in confusion. Leo turned his eyes again to Lava Qiaore. The other party's face was full of panic, uneasiness and hesitation. He may be able to hide it from himself, but it is difficult to deceive Miss Bachelor. Mr. Lava Choray, what else is there that you dare not say?

"What's the matter?" Miss Bachelor came over.

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

"No, I never said panic," Lava Joray defended loudly, "not to mention that you saved our lives--"

Thanks to him, he still remembers. Good, since you think so, now is the time for you to repay. Li Ou was angry, "Isn't it just the business of trading with each other? It's the same now. It's your turn. Use your message to save our lives..."

Miss Bachelor pulled the reins and got closer, and her face couldn't hide her worries. Leo, what's going on?

"A little worry." The alchemist said, "Preparing for a rainy day." He raised his eyelids and motioned Miss Bachelor to pay attention to the merchant who pulled the pony to walk behind him. But some people refuse to cooperate."

"Does he still have secrets?"

"In my opinion, it's a matter of life and death." Fear made him afraid to speak bluntly, as if he had been cursed to death. His eyes wandered and always deviated, as if he were always alert. Leo admitted that curiosity also drove him to break the casserole.

"Maybe it's not that serious."

But the worries on her pale and tired face can't be faked. Words and lies can never dispel the fear in your heart. She also has no good illusions about their trip. Leo realized. So there is no room for procrastination at this time. The alchemist glanced at the crimson brick wall again, and the sunset cast the shadow of the arrow tower with teeth and claws on it. He instinctively felt that the city would not be like Bombard Carre and would have any kindness to them. At least that woman won't. The shadow of the gloomy and peeping secretly.

The horse insisted on avoiding the pool of ochre red brick powder on the compacted sand, as if it were a pile of bloody blood. Countless horse thieves and bandits died here. The alchemist suddenly remembered the battle outside Pompe de Carr. But here... he straightened up and looked around. In the quiet desert, only faint voices and sparse waves came. Lava Jole behind him muttered softly, as if he had lost his mind and prayed to a god. He can't hear clearly.

"I promise you," he told Rava Jore, a hesitant businessman. We step into the gate with our front feet, and you can leave with our back feet. I won't bother you again. Even if we find a ship to hit the wall everywhere, we won't bother you again.

"This..."

"I can't promise more. But this is also the guarantee you and your son want most. Leo looked at Sasha Jore, who stared at this place, "No Valian would welcome the White Devil, and so would you, right?" The same is true of red-robed monks, not to mention passers-by. He should have understood this a long time ago.

After a long silence, Rava Jore finally said, "What do you want to know?"

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The soldiers sorted out the queue as they marched. They divided into four columns and surrounded the white devils. Lava Qiaolei was also treated equally. He opened his mouth and tried to explain. But the fear and hatred cast by the soldiers made him close his mouth. He lowered his eyes to avoid the contempt of his peers and regarded him as a traitor.

But he knows what a traitor is, the "red pigeon", the desert warrior, and the knight, they are; and he is not... He did nothing, nothing... No, I said. Lava Jore reminded himself. I said something about the woman, about the Duke of Patton... but that should not be a betrayal. I don't believe in the mother of the desert, he said in his heart. It seems that it has become the truth after saying it a thousand times.

White devils are speechless. They buried their heads forward, but Rava Joray still noticed their small movements and secretly communicated with each other. They seem to be brewing some plans and actions that make him feel terrible just thinking about it. He has no doubt about it. Before that, he felt the urgency and hidden uneasiness in the words of the white devil, the alchemist who played witchcraft in his words, just like he is now. What he was afraid of was to be angry, judged, thrown into the dungeon, and confiscated. What was the white devil afraid of? He can't think of anything other than death.

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

The contradictory psychology wrapped him tightly like silk, making him breathless, as if suffocating. His mind was messy, and his thoughts were chaotic, like a pot of cooked porridge.

The horse's hoofs rattle. The road underfoot is no longer yellow sand, but a hard stone slab. The boiling voice came out through the thick red brick wall... He was careful and tried to breathe a sigh of relief as quietly, thinking that he finally did not have to face the ruthless sand sea, while being pulled by invisible lines and only knew how to move forward mechanically.

The viscount loudly reminded the soldiers to be on high alert. So the soldiers raised their spears. The tip of the gun flashing orange light dispelled the heat, and he only felt chills all over his body. He couldn't help shrinking his neck and twisting his buttocks uneasily on the horse.

When they passed through the gate, they were blocked for a while. Several soldiers rode their horses back and forth, shouting, cursing and waving their whips and whips to flog the people in the way. They must be because of the white devil. Lava Joray looked at the men and women who screamed and retreated. If he is not among the white devils, he may also be one of these people. He was hit by a hot whip on his face but didn't dare to say anything. He could only secretly cast a resentful look, and then cast more curiosity and surprise to the white devil with an expression.

There is no doubt that there was a lot of talk in the pub at dinner a moment later. Let's go for a drink later. Lava Joray thought. He suddenly missed the noisy pub. Go right away. He made a decision.

The soldiers cleared the road, the team marched smoothly, and the red brick wall seemed to be a cage for prisoners. A strong uneasiness suddenly surged in Lava Jore's heart, and he recalled Pompeidecar, the hellish city. An impulse grabbed his heart fiercely, and a magic sound whispered in his ear... He just wanted to run away from here, the farther away, the better. As long as he left the city and escaped from the sand sea, it didn't matter even if he became a monk...

"You can go." The white devil's words dispersed his impulse and recalled his reason.

Rava Jole shook his head and opened his eyes wide. "Really?" Did he hear it right?

The alchemist's eyes were impatient, "Don't you want to go? Would you still like to follow us?" He snorted coldly, "Don't forget, we are white devils who will bring bad luck."

He squirmed his mouth and couldn't say a word.

"You can go." He repeated again and assured, "No one will come to you."

The white devil turned around and left, and soon the team resumed moving forward. The soldiers bypassed him and stopped looking at him. In a blink of an eye, they have disappeared at the corner of the street. The surroundings suddenly became empty, and the feeling of insecurity surged up quickly like maggots of the metatars. Lava Jore couldn't help but doubt whether he had made the biggest wrong decision in his life.

"Finally get rid of those white devils. I've had enough of them." His son complained and spit hard on the ground. Father, why haven't you left yet? What's wrong? We went home."

Yes, I'm going home. He lost a complete loss in this business, but he and Sasha survived. He didn't know if it was lucky. At this moment, he misses the fire, benches, sofas and soft beds at home more. He wants to take a shower, drink a sip of wine, and then sleep... He urges the horses under him to move in the direction of home.

Every time he passed a street, Sasha would stop for a long time, as if to confirm that what he saw in front of him was not a dream. He understood his behavior and did the same when he was young. So he waited patiently for his son to catch up.

"Father," after a moment, when his son's enthusiasm faded, he began to ask, "What did you say just now?"

Rava Jore hesitated for a long time and finally opened his mouth. If he doesn't tell his son, who else can he trust?" I told them something, obscure, blasphemy, some taboo..."

The voices around him engulfed the trill in his words and covered his fear. Sasha couldn't help shivering. He didn't say a word until he turned into an empty alley - a shortcut to his home, which seemed to summon up his courage.

"What on earth did you say?"

"About...the mother of the desert..."

Before he finished speaking, a dark shadow suddenly jumped down from the low wall beside him - Rava Joray was surprised that they did not find each other - the dark shadow seemed to be a eagle that pounced on, and the huge shadow was like a mountain, covering them all in. A huge force lifted him off the horse, and the horse was mourning in pain. He struggled to raise his head, but just saw that the shadow grabbed the horse's head with one hand and let it struggle to hit the low wall. The dust splashed in the loud noise, the low wall collapsed, and the horse also fell to the ground and twitched, only breathless. The other party grabbed Sasha and broke his neck with a ferocious laughter.

The son's head turned 180 degrees, and his godless and frightened eyes stared at him. Lava Jore heard an unhuman cry in his throat, and hot tears fell down.

"It's not true, it's not true." He repeated in a loss.

"This is true." The shadow approached.

His huge body, entangled muscles, fierce face... He suddenly remembered who the other party was. But before he could make a sound, a pair of big hands grabbed his face tightly, and the pain swept over, and he felt that his head was about to burst. He struggled, but to no avail, and the other party's five fingers tightened more and more.

"Traitor, confess to the mother of the desert." The guy sneered and said, "I will take revenge one by one. Let's wait and see."

Before he died, he suddenly regretted it. But he can't know why he regrets.