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Siris County is far away.

They arrived at dusk. The clouds of fire in the sky occupied their sight, and the desert was red and radiating heat, as if it was a hot brazier with constant addition of charcoal. The soldiers sat with spears, tilted and slandering, and occasionally let out a sigh or a swearing sigh or curse. The "great and noble" Viscount Arnoldko walked wildly, like a puppet. Since he read that order, he had no glory. The alchemist bent his mouth disdainfully and continued to watch his hard-working performance.[]

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

"We're going in like this?" the female mage asked a little uneasy. Her hand clamped the reins tightly and her five fingers kept moving. She still couldn't cast magic, and the feeling of no support made her feel insecure. Leo reached out and grabbed her hand.

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

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

What she said was exactly what Leo was worried about. "Look at the surroundings, Rosie." He drew a circle with his hand and framed all the people around him. "What do we have? Mr. Fefedor's Crow tribe has only five warriors left; the knights were confused and lost, and they had no intention of fighting; what else?" Before she could answer, the alchemist continued, "You, me, and Lu Yuewu are the only remaining combat power, and how many of us need protection?"

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

"Yes, six." Li Ou sighed, "Look at our Mr. Viscount. A whole army of soldiers, what can we do? And above the sea of ​​sand, there are their territory. Rosie, we are just outsiders."

The female mage said weakly under the veil, "We can only be like this? Being chased by others, being coerced by others..."

The alchemist was also fed up with this, and he also wanted to break free from such repeated cycles. Many times, he just wanted to draw his sword to solve the problem, simple and rough; but current affairs would never be as he wanted, and he had to spend more time, beat around the bush, wasting time, and waiting for the echo. What needs comfort is him. He made the decision and took the pressure. He did not dare to reveal any secrets, just because the yellow sand under his feet was covered with mice and the sea breeze was full of flies. Li Ou looked back at Lu Yuewu under his cloak. Her face was hidden in the scarf being pulled up, and she looked at him indifferently. Just like her heart.

"Patient, Rosie." Leo put his attention in front of him. ""

"I've had enough of this, Leo." She roared in a low voice, like a devil who was about to be unable to suppress her heart.

"Soon, soon we can go back." He comforted patiently, lowering the volume, making sure no one heard his plans. "If Rava Joray is right, we can find the ship to go back here."

The female mage suddenly raised her face, and her fiery red pupils showed Li Ou's familiar enthusiasm. "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 Joley once described them in detail, but when Leo saw them with his own eyes, he couldn't help but exclaim. This is a wonder that shines with the burning horizon.

"Finally back." He heard Rava Joray's heartfelt emotion. So he came to the merchant's side by horse-

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

I hope every word I say is a curse. "Then go away." Rava Qiao Lei slapped his son in the face and drove him away. The merchant turned his head and instantly hung the unique smile of the merchant as if he changed his face. Although he was sincere, it always made people feel hypocritical and unbelievable. "Mr. Li Ou," he said, "I didn't expect that I could come back alive. Thinking about it now, what happened before was like a nightmare-"

"We are just for our own sake, and this is not worthy of gratitude." He waved his hand and interrupted the other party's endless words. "Tell me about Seris County, your Patton-Prince, and the woman you heard of. While there is still some time now, I want to know more. Tell me something new."

"I, I've already said it." The merchant refused without even recalling it. "I have nothing to say."

Li Ou pulled the reins and asked the horse to stop. "What are you afraid of?" He stared at the other party's eyes while whispering, 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 among the invitations. Speaking of which, we should be the one who is worried about attending the Hongmen Banquet, not you."

"No, no." Rava Joray waved his hand and anxiously denied it, his joke seemed to work. "I just...I just...I've told you everything I know."

This is a lie. The free eyes, the enlarged pupils, the uneasy fingers... There are too many. "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 hear the gossip in the mouths of those long-mouthed women-"

"I've said everything I should say."

Who stipulates what should be said and what should not be said? "What should not be said? I will listen to that." Li Ou seized the flaws in the merchant's words and chased them. "I know you have a lot of inventory, all of them are rumor, so I love to listen to these."

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

The businessman lives entirely on news, and he doesn't believe it at all. "Or, I ask, you answer."

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

"Evila." He called the name of Miss Bachelor and waved to her. Miss Bachelor and drove over in confusion. Leo turned his eyes to Rava Joray again. The other party's face was filled with panic and uneasiness, and hesitation. He might be able to hide it from him, but it is difficult to deceive Miss Bachelor. "Mr. Rava Joray, what else do you dare not say?"

"What?" The bachelor's lady came over.

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

"No, I never said panic," Rava Joley defended loudly, "not to mention, you have saved our lives-"

He still remembers it. "Very good, since you think so, then now is the time for you to repay." Li Ou suppressed his anger, "Aren't the businessmen doing the business of trading with each other? It's the same now. It's your turn. Use your news to save our lives..."

The bachelor's lady pulled the reins and leaned closer, and her face couldn't hide her worries. "Lee Ou, what's wrong?"

"A little worry," said the alchemist, "preparing for the future." He raised his eyelids and signaled the bachelor's wife to pay attention to the businessman who pulled the pony and walked behind him. "But some people refused to cooperate."

"He has a secret?"

"In my opinion, it is about life and death." Fear made him dare not speak out, as if he was cursed by death after being taken off the exit. His eyes were unstable and always deviated, as if he was always alert. Leo admitted that curiosity also drove him to break the pot.

"Maybe it's not that serious."

But the worry on her pale and tired face was not to be faked. The lies of words could never dispel the fear in her heart. She also did not have a good fantasy about their itinerary. Leo realized that, so she could not be delayed at this time. The alchemist looked at the crimson brick wall again, and the sunset cast a shadow of arrows and claws on it. He instinctively felt that the city would be like Pompedekar and would not have good intentions towards them. At least that woman would not. The shadow of a dark smile, a secret peeping shadow.

The horse insisted on avoiding the pool of ochre-red bricks on the compacted sand, as if it was a pile of blood emitting a deadly stinking smell. Countless horse thieves and bandits died here. The alchemist suddenly remembered the battle outside the city of Pompedekar. But here... he straightened his waist and looked around. In the quiet desert, only faint voices and sparse waves came. Lava Jolei behind him muttered softly, as if he had lost his madness, and as if he was praying to a god. He couldn't hear it clearly.

"I promise you," he told Rava Joray, a hesitant businessman. "We step into the city gate and you can leave. I will not trouble you again. Even if we are going to find a ship to hit the wall, we will not disturb you again."

"this……"

"I can't guarantee more. But this is also the guarantee you and your son want the most." Li Ou looked at Sasha Joray who was staring at this place, "No Valian would welcome the white devil, so do you, right?" The same is true for the monks of red robe, let alone passers-by. He should have seen this point long ago.

After a long silence, Rava Joray finally felt relieved, "What do you want to know?"

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The soldiers sorted out the queues as they marched into four rows and surrounded the white devils. Rava Joray was treated equally. He opened his mouth to try to defend himself. But the fear and hatred that the soldiers cast made him shut his mouth. He lowered his eyes to avoid the contempt of his fellow tribesmen and regarded him as a traitor.

But he knew what was a traitor, the "Red Dove", the Desert Warrior, and the Knight, they were; and he was not... He did nothing, nothing... No, I said. Rava Joray reminded himself. I told him something about that woman, about Duke Patton... but that should not be considered betrayal. I don't believe in the Mother of the Desert, he said in his heart. It seemed that saying it a thousand times became the truth.

The white devils were speechless. They were burying their heads forward, but Rava Joray still noticed their small movements and gestures of secret communication with each other. They seemed to be brewing some plans and actions that made him feel terrible when he thought about them. He had no doubt about this. Before, he had felt that in the white devil, the alchemist who played witchcraft in legend, his words were filled with anxiousness and hidden anxiety, just like he was now. What he was afraid of was to be vented, judged, thrown into the dungeon, and his property was confiscated. What was the white devil afraid of? Apart from death... he could not think of anything else.

Once the fear in his heart grows, it will spread like a plague. He can almost see the wild white devil, and of course he will not be able to lose his sad and unjust end. He suddenly regrets that he should not have anything to do with these crazy white devils; but at the same time, he feels worth it. If there were no white devils, they would only be themselves.

The contradictory mind wrapped him tightly like silk, making him unable to breathe or suffocate. His mind was messy, and his thoughts were in chaos, like a pot of porridge that had been stolen.

The sound of horse hooves clattered. The road under his feet was no longer yellow sand, but became hard stone slabs. The buzzing voices came out through the thick red brick wall... He was careful and tried to breathe a sigh of relief as quietly as possible. While thinking that he would finally no longer have to face the cold and cold sea of ​​sand, he was like a puppet who was pulled by invisible lines and only knew how to move forward mechanically.

The viscount yelled to remind the soldiers to be alert. So the soldiers raised their spears. The tip of the gun flashing orange light dispelled the heat, and he felt a chill all over his body. He couldn't help but shrink his neck and twisted his butt uneasyly on the horse's back.

When they passed through the city gate, they were blocked for a while. Several soldiers ran back and forth, shouting, cursing and waving the whip, and whipping the people blocking the way. They must be because of the White Devil. Rava Joley looked at the man and woman screaming and retreating and thought. If he was not among the White Devil, he might be one of these people. He was hit by a scorching 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 White Devil with expressions.

There is no doubt that after a moment of dinner, there were many topics of talk running around in the tavern. Later, I went to have a drink. Rava Joray thought to himself. He suddenly missed the noisy tavern. He went there immediately. He made a decision.

The soldiers cleared the road and the team moved forward smoothly. The red brick walls seemed like cages to imprison prisoners. Lava Joray suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in his heart. He recalled Pompedekar, the hellish city. An impulse grabbed his heart fiercely, and a demon voice whispered in his ear... He just wanted to ride a horse and escape from here, the farther away, the better. As long as he left the city and fled far away from the sand sea, it didn't matter even if he became a monk...

"You can leave now." The white devil's words dispelled his impulse and recalled his reason.

Lava Joray shook his head and opened his eyes wide, "Really?" He heard it right?

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

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

"You can leave." He repeated again and made a promise, "no one will come to you."

The white devil turned around and left, and soon the team started to move forward again. The soldiers bypassed him and stopped looking at him. In a blink of an eye, they had disappeared at the corner of the street. The surroundings suddenly became empty, and the feeling of insecurity was like a maggot in their thorns, and it rushed up quickly. Rava Joley couldn't help but wonder if he had made the biggest wrong decision in his life.

"I finally got rid of those white devils. I've had enough of them." His son complained, spitting hard on the ground. "Father, why haven't you left yet? Why are you stunned? We're going home."

Yes, he went home. He lost a complete loss in this business, but he and Sasha both survived. He didn't know if this was lucky. At this moment, he missed the fire, benches, sofas and soft big bed at home even more. He wanted to take a shower, take a sip of wine, and then have a good sleep... He urged the horses under him to move and move towards the direction of home.

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

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

Lava Joley hesitated for a long time and finally spoke. If he didn't say it to his son, who else could he trust? "I told them something, obscure, blasphemy, and certain taboo things..."

The voices around him swallowed the tremor in his words and covered his fear. Sasha couldn't help but shivered, and he didn't say a word until he turned into the uninhabited alley - a shortcut to the direction of home, that he seemed to have gathered courage.

"What did you say?"

"About...Mother of the Desert..."

Before he could finish his words, a black shadow suddenly jumped off the low wall beside him - Rava Jolei was surprised that they didn't notice each other - the black shadow seemed to be an eagle that was rushing to eat, and the huge shadow enveloped them all in. A huge force lifted him off the horse, and the horse was wailing in pain. He struggled to raise his head, but he happened to see the shadow grab the horse's head with one hand and let it struggle to knock it into the low wall. In the loud bang, the dust splashed, the low wall collapsed, and the horse also fell to the ground to twitch, leaving only breathless and exhausted. The other party grabbed Sasha and cut off his neck with a grim laugh.

The son's head turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and his godless and horrified eyes stared at him. Rava Joray heard a scream from his throat that was not like a human, and hot tears fell.

"This is not true, this is not true." He repeated in distractedly.

"This is true." The black shadow approached.

With a huge body, tangled muscles, and a fierce face... he suddenly remembered who the other party was. But before he could scream, his big hands grabbed his face tightly. The pain swept over and he felt his head burst. He struggled hard, but to no avail, and the other party's five fingers tightened tighter and tighter.

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

Before he died, he suddenly regretted it very much. But he could no longer know why he regretted it.
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