As the second brightest star on the autumn night rises from the night sky, Mahazar stands up from the sand.

The remaining heat of the sand after the daytime is still there, and it feels a little hot when you touch it, but this is nothing to the sand thieves.

The movements of the King of Sand Thieves seemed to affect every nearby sand thief, making them stand up one by one. No one spoke in the darkness, and people's movements were silent and lonely, leaving only a pair of glowing eyes, staring at the brightly lit direction in the distance.

“It’s time.”

Mahazar rides his own lizard.

The scimitar and the ring armor collided and jingled on the man. His calloused hands felt the familiar feel of the reins and belts - the glimpse of robbery and battle permeated the life of each sand thief, but no time could awaken the ambition and bloodthirst in these people's hearts like this time.

The lights on the horizon were reflected in Marzaha's eyes, but they were flashing with a slight chill, like the eyes of a pair of sand wolf.

The wolf king was silently watching his prey.

The wolves began to act.

With the slight tremor on the ground, teams passed through the sea of ​​sand under the cold moon.

The monster running in the darkness was showing its hideous and sharp fangs.

...

“It’s time.”

Achilles looked at the man with one eye, walked through the shadow and spoke to him.

Half of the man's face was like a stone sculpture, dull and expressionless, and the glass eye lay motionless in his eye sockets, flashing with a cold luster. If the square leopard was here, he would definitely recognize this person. This was the "camel toe" of the gerbil club, and the intelligence leader who was placed in Bein by the Grand Princess.

However, the last time he saw this person, the other party was wearing a leather eye mask and only showed a small scar on his right face, which was very different from his current image.

Some fully armed dead soldiers walked out of the shadow, surrounding the man.

"You're late," Achilles called out another name: "Heraman."

"It's not too late, it's just right."

Heraman smiled and said without a smile: "The wolf pack in the desert has not yet reached the time to forage, and before that, everything is right. Anyway, your princess has not discovered anything, oh no, it is our princess."

It was like a habitual action. He touched his dull prosthetic eye and lowered his voice and said, "Disaster will come--"

But there was no response.

The man made a fuss and laughed.

Achilles turned around and walked forward. In the deep darkness ahead, there was only a huge pillar standing silently, a long hall corridor, empty and endless. Everyone walked through the hall corridor, and the ethereal footsteps were like ghosts following, rustling, making people unable to stop wanting to look back and see if there were really a pair of pale eyes staring at him.

Heraman was a little uncomfortable, although he knew that the eldest princess had arranged everything, there would be no accidents on this road.

Although it was an opposite relationship, he sometimes had to admire the great princess's meticulous behavior - she had some solutions to leave this place. Especially when the King of Sand was not around, this mere Casan Palace could not stop her.

If she hadn't had a more profound plan, she might not have used 'them'.

It's a pity-

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Achilles in front of him, and seemed to deliberately ask in a tone that could anger the other party: "Achilles, do you really don't care?"

"What do you care about?"

"That princess, I heard that she is sincere to you."

Heraman whispered: "The King of Sand Thieves will definitely not let go of this beautiful prey."

“So what?”

Achilles replied lightly: "Marzaha is nothing at all. The so-called king of sand thieves is just a pawn among them."

Heraman was slightly stunned and then smiled.

Indeed, who is not like this in the eyes of those who have been planning for ten years?

He didn't even know whether those people were humans or ghosts. He had been receiving funding from those unknowns ten years ago, and each mission and meeting was different.

He had some vague guesses, but could not be sure.

But as long as he can get revenge, what is there to care about everything?

...

A corner of Casan Palace is brightly lit.

The deserted courtyard on weekdays is rarely busy at this moment—

"His Princess, Mr. Faisan assured us that the Woodpecker Brotherhood will arrive at the critical moment."

"If there is turmoil in the city, both Android and Marland Temple can send the Templar Knights. Bishop Faris is still on the way, and the believers of Ms. Justice can be trusted."

"The imperial guards have sneaked into the city privately and closely monitored several major gangs..."

"The defenders of each city gate have also been temporarily replaced..."

From time to time, people come in and out, bringing back news from outside the palace.

When a maid talked about this, hesitated for a moment before saying, "According to His Royal Highness the Princess' order, no such notice was notified to Mr. Achilles."

Princess Rupert listened silently, until she heard the name, her eyes changed slightly. But she only nodded slightly to show that she knew.

Seishel also expressed his opinion at the right time: "Your Highness, the Swearing Guardians are also ready."

"Thank you very much, Lord Seishel." Princess Rupert replied.

"This is my duty. In the past, the former kings refused to accept our clan. The clan of the oath-keeping clan would never forget this kind of kindness." Seishel replied with some emotion: "Protecting this land is equivalent to protecting the second homeland for us."

Princess Rupert glanced at the latter with some emotion.

But while talking, a servant walked in from outside, lowered his head and said:

"His Princess, Mr. Achilles is here."

The hall suddenly became quiet.

Seishel and Silmide and Alisa couldn't help but look at each other, but none of them spoke.

Alef was staring at the mountains of information on the table, and suddenly felt that his future king of sand was a little unworthy of his name. Not to mention that compared with an abbot of Seishel, even his half-sister was far from his nominal "sister".

In fact, in the eyes of the outside world, this eldest princess is the best candidate to take over as the King of Sands, but the father finally chose him - he still doesn't know why. Is it true that there is a gap between the father and his "elderly sister", but now it seems that it doesn't look very similar.

Feeling the atmosphere around him strangely quiet, Alef was stunned and raised his head. Seeing the servant in front of him, he seemed to realize something.

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly spoke, "Rupert, what are you going to deal with 'that person'?"

How to deal with ‘that person’?

The eldest princess fell silent.

No one spoke at a time. At this moment, everyone around her, whether Alev or Seschel, could not make a decision for her. Alisa, Silvede and others who were farther away had no say. Instead, Tianlan's eyes were shining, and they were obviously very curious about it.

After a long time, His Highness the Princess replied softly: "Let me ask him personally."

Alef opened his mouth.

He thought that this might not be safe, but after thinking about it, he couldn't say anything like this.

He knows much more than ordinary people, and naturally understands how difficult it will be to make the decision the other party has to make at this moment.

...

What surprised Achilles slightly.

The meeting place was not in the agreed main hall.

Because when the servant led them and his group through the courtyard, he saw the girl under the snow-white sea of ​​flowers.

The other party was dressed in a gorgeous outfit, which was a bit breathtaking. It was not the first time that the "Camel Toe" saw His Highness the Princess, but he could see the gods for a moment. However, he quickly reacted and quickly lowered his head. If it fell into their hands outside the Forbidden Palace, the Great Princess might be nothing.

But here, he dare not act rashly.

However, Achilles soon came to his senses from the love and scenery in front of him, and felt a little surprised:

"His Princess, has the plan changed?"

Princess Rupert turned around, looked at him, and shook her head gently.

Achilles breathed a sigh of relief: "Then please ask His Highness the Princess to change into casual clothes as soon as possible. If it is later, it may be a waste of time."

But Princess Rupert lowered her long eyelashes and asked, "Does Achilles think I'm not good-looking like this?"

"No," Achilles was slightly stunned: "Just..."

He already felt a little strange about the eldest princess today.

Although the other party has always been deeply in love with him, His Royal Highness is a person who can distinguish between righteous affairs and feelings. He will never play such a girlish temperament at such a critical moment.

The eldest princess raised her eyelids and looked at him with bright eyes: "Achilles, who is behind you?"

Achilles looked back and said a little surprised: "It's the 'Camel Toe' and the Princess, didn't they call you?"

"I naturally know Mr. 'Camel Toe', but the person behind you is a sand thief, right?"

The crowd was slightly commotion.

The face of the 'Cutu Toe' changed, and he hurriedly replied: "Your Highness Princess, they are indeed sand thieves. But who are my subordinates? Don't you know who they are? They are just outlaws... Of course, they are helped by Your Highness Princess, but they have to have to have a meal on weekdays..."

"And other than these people, where can I go to find people? I won't go to find the knights under Nurman. What kind of character is that Governor? Doesn't the princess know?"
To be continued...