The truck fell on the side of the road, shattered into three and half, half buried in rusty sand. The six-legged lizard, which once dragged the huge fort truck, was still wearing harnesses, but arrows were inserted into the eyes, nostrils and the back of the head, so it died motionless like a hill. Within hundreds of yards, the bodies of shell beetles were scattered, as well as goods and weapons that were discarded casually, the three guards were neatly arranged next to the truck, on the side of the shady back. They died of throat cuts, their wounds were neatly sharp and their blood was drained.

Despite the heat, there was still a faint smell of corpse scent in the air. The corpses were so dry that they could not rot because their body moisture had evaporated with their vitality. "There are only three corpses? What about the others?"

Tyrion's question was answered immediately. A Templar Tracker, who was good at catching fugitives, was actually mainly fleeing slaves, returned that he found footprints to leave here.

"Some of the people have big feet, but their strides are very small, and they should have been wearing shackles. The attacker, the ward, was the elite cavalry riding on the double-legged sand lizard. They walked towards Yuzhuo Aksa, at least one day and one night."

"Don't waste time here, lest the Dragon Emperor thinks we are negligent." Taixian covered his eyes with his hands and waved his hand and said, "Take off the troubles on the road and keep moving forward."

Tyrion nodded and sat back.

"Dwarf, wait, Rikas will send someone to dig a hole to bury the three corpses into the sand." Taisian curled his lips and shook his head slowly: "He always likes to do these useless things."

"This is exactly why this world needs smart people." Tyrion wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and then used his spiritual power to drive the breeze. This is not "my home". There is no soil to absorb the surrounding heat to achieve a cooling effect. Although he is only wearing silk yarn clothes that are thin enough to be almost transparent, he still can't stand the heat of the desert. The only thing that can make him feel a little relieved was the wine bag handed over by the gardener Long. Since Zhao Mai was nearby, the light wine in the wine bag was always ice.

"This annoying weather will sooner or later make us all mummies, unless..." Tessian raised his eyebrows and said to Tyrion: "Unless you know how to better maintain and cool down."

This tone and tone sounds familiar, and the often-heard queries in the palace of King Landing are often the beginning of a conspiracy. "His Majesty the King," Tyrion said respectfully: "You can mobilize more resources, so naturally you know how to do it. What can I teach me?"

Tessian snapped his fingers and three masked women came to the front of them. Their figures were graceful and their steps were enchanting, but their whole bodies were wrapped, covering their faces and hair, and only three pairs of agile eyes with long eyelashes were exposed. They stood respectfully in front of Tessian, then knelt down and saluted, and looked towards Tessian and Tyrion.

"Women are made of water, these are the three well-behaved ice girls. Their body temperature is always lower than around them. They are very comfortable when they are held in their arms or pillowing on their backs, and can absorb the heat from your body." Taixi'an's expression was solemn, as if he was discussing a serious government affairs. "The three are virgins, you can choose one based on your intuition and vision."

"In other words, this is something that tests intuition and vision." Tyrion also had a serious expression, pinching his chin and thinking: "It's really hard to choose. I don't know much about the ice girl. Why not teach me as much as His Majesty the King?"

"If I know which one to choose, wouldn't that mean I've seen it in advance?" Taixian stretched out his finger, pointed at three people from left to right, and finally stopped at the middle one. "When I don't know how to choose, I usually choose the middle one. The ice girl transformed by the brain control master and the magician have always been of high quality. There will not be much difference between choosing which one, and the middle one will never be wrong."

"Since His Majesty the King chooses the middle, I can only choose the side. I always hold the bowl with my left hand and fist with my right hand. I am small and my fists are weak, but I know that even the most powerful warrior will become weak if he has no food to eat." Tyrion pointed to the one on the left: "Eating is the most important thing, I will choose which one."

"It's not bad, it makes sense." Taician waved his hand and the woman on the right left. Tyrion was a little curious and asked, "Where is she going?"

"Wait for one day to send someone away. Do you think she can go where she can go and throw it in the desert to die? I spent a lot of money on each one, so I can't waste it in vain."

"If the city of Tyr prohibits the slave trade, it is a felony to buy and sell people." Tyrion said.

"I just gave the fee for the year-round service at one time, and used a piece of paper to restrict the rights and obligations of both parties. Everything is followed on the premise of voluntary voluntary." Taixian turned his head and said to the woman: "Take off the scarf, am I right?"

The one he picked took off the towel, it turned out to be a half-elf with beautiful skin and amber eyes. "Of course, I volunteered and no one forced me."

The one Tyrion picked didn't move until Tyrion raised her fingers. She took off the scarf and turned out to be a half-dragon man. Half of human blood and half of Vitaran dragon man. Her skin was light brown, with a high nose bridge, and a slender and bifurced tongue that exceeded her chin. Unlike the Vitaran dragon man, the half-dragon man only had small and smooth scales in the throat, heart, lower abdomen and side ribs. He had four instead of three fingers, and his body was softer.

"Haha, you are so lucky. I was told that one of them was a half-dragon man. I couldn't believe it at that time. Dragon man is already very rare, and half-dragon man has never seen him. You are a lucky dwarf, so you chose it well!"

"I think so too. Since I followed Macron to roar, everything has been very smooth." Tyrion waved, and the half-dragon man came to her and squatted down to kiss his hand: "I hope to serve you, sir."

It was indeed a chill. "Are you a psychic power or a magic?" Tyrion asked, "What kind of training do you have?"

"I am a psychic warlock who follows the way of the mind. In addition, I have also received dance, sewing and assassination training." The half-dragon man's voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, which may be related to her throat structure. "I can't sing, and my voice is not very good, but my body is the most flexible of the three."
Chapter completed!