(I hope October can control myself, it's really bad... it's been replaced before)

The Zhante Guard guards were guarding the shade of the tent, comfortably avoiding the toxic sunshine, and they were sleepy all afternoon.

The way we pass the time is to play dice and drink leki wine—distillate ingredients with low shrubs covering the oasis

The brewed spirits. They were half drunk in the second half of the day and started dozing off, not hoping that anyone would disturb them.

One touched the other with his elbow, and then kicked him up. The two men were shaking

Standing, staring at the two travelers approaching.

They rode a camel, but the thick man sitting in front tied his hands behind his back, and the other clutched the end of the rope.

After the two of them approached, the Santalinian people saw clearly that there was a line of blood on the corner of the fat man's mouth, and his left eye was black.

green.

The camel stopped in front of the camp tent, and the thinner man jumped down gently, leaving his tied peers on the camel's back

superior.

"Hey!" His voice seemed to be blown by the desert storm, "I want to see your leader."

One of the two guards was more sober and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I have something for him." The traveler stretched out the rope in his hand and pulled the prisoner off the camel.

He screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

One of the guards shook over and tried his best to cover up his empty steps, "What happened?" He used his feet

Turn the falling man over.

"I have something to tell your leader. Believe me, this guy can't stand for long."

The Santielburg people exchanged their eyes and then turned around. Wait for a while, one person turned his body back, and the other

Then he flashed into the tent.

"We informed Captain Zhashi."

"I want to meet the leader, not a captain."

"What you will meet is Zasi. He will tell you who you can meet next. No—he will arrive in a while."

After saying that, he sat back on the barrel where he had just sat down.

A tall man looked across the oasis and entered the guards in the tent. There were loud voices, a long list of the Pai tribes

People are passing large buckets filled with sand step by step, and the Jade guards in purple robe are monitoring them, many

He also holds a whip and a stick. The sand is hung from a large pit in the center. Even if he observes from a distance,

Travelers can also see many rope ladders placed in it. The huge wooden frame with roulettes is placed in the tunnel.

Directly above, the mud and sand shoveled out by the underground miners were transported to the surface through it. The creaking of gears sounded in the air.

The sound, the thrust of the wood fulcrum, the groans of the tribes, and the shouts of the Santielburg people and

Drunk and scold.

A black-robed venerable who exudes a solemn atmosphere all over his body stepped towards the guard camp, his clothes stinging.

He glanced at the sentry, then slapped him with his hand and slapped him, whispering him in the face, whipping him in the spot

After a circle, the corner of his mouth bleeded and fell to the ground.

"I was drunk on duty!"

He raised one arm and made seals in the air. The guard screamed and covered his hand on his cheek. A wisp of blue smoke came from his fingers.

When he squirted out, he cried constantly because of the pain. When his hands were put down, the traveler found that his face was covered with demons.

Method to etch the bloody mark.

The captain turned around and looked at the two people in front of him, while the other guard rushed to pour alcohol on his companion's cheeks,

He helped him into his tent.

"Who are you and why are you traveling here? No entry or exit is allowed here, and violators will be executed.

I should cut you into pieces. But I am in a particularly good mood today, so I might as well send you to the King of Hell

Let’s hear your reasons before.”

"The tall man didn't wince."

"I think you'll be happy to imprison this guy," he kicked the man lying in front of him, "This is Evali

Los, the so-called merchant. In fact, he was a spy. The Pedals hired him to find out your activities."

The captain looked at him in surprise, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Spy! He seems to be doing it well. What did Bedeslag pay him? Camel poop? Goat meat?"

He looked at Gamansdo, narrowing his eyes, "Who are you? Why tell me this?"

"I am Gamanstor of Luskan, a bounty hunter employed by this fool, responsible for the personal safety of others.

I figured out what he was going to do, and I felt that the reward for Santalin was paid more than he or Betel

The price is much higher." He shrugged, "so you can play him around now."

Captain Zas squatted down and looked up to the bounty hunter with caution before Evalilos, they

It was blown red by the wind and sand.

"The little fools in Bede are a little impatient with our actions," he seemed to be muttering to himself.

"Okay, good. Fear will grow, especially when I use a basket—or a few baskets—

The spy sent them back." He smiled neatly. "Maybe they will report this important matter to Shadwo, this family

The guy wants to deal with us even more than they do.”

"What did you say?" He put his ears next to Evalilos's ruptured and bleeding lips.

"Shadwoo won't... deal with Santalin... beat you into meat paste first." These words turned to tears falling into dust.

Drops, almost inaudible.

The captain giggled and stood up, "Let's see, idiot."

With his hands he turned Evalilos's body was dragged over and tied up the merchant's rope from Gamans

Duo ran to the captain's side.

"Zoskar! You lazy guy get out immediately, unless you want me to tear off your intestines and tick them a piece of it for you

necklace!"

A guard popped up in the hidden area a little further away from the camp, for fear of losing ground and bowing, "Yes, sir?"

"I'm going to take this scum to the tent of the territorial sea Saqi. The territorial sea will see him in a few minutes, so you'd better

Find someone to send the equipment. I will keep staring at Hisaki until he is ready - this guy is better than a loach

Slide. And, Zhuoska, I will also stare at you. The two idiot guards you are in charge of taking the time.

I drink wine every time, but you don’t stop it. Next time I catch it, I will feed you to the scorpion!”

Gamansdo cleared his throat loudly.

"Ah, yes. Your bounty."

Zhasi reached into his robe for a while, took out a purse and threw it to the tall man. Gamansdo looked in.

Look, he opened his mouth and wanted to bargain, but he met the captain's cold eyes and swallowed the words back.

He put his purse aside and said, "I want to find a bed to spend the night."

Captain Zhasi roared and turned to the guards, "Zozka, take this guy to find a place to sleep, remember

Let him go on the road at dawn tomorrow." He squinted his eyes and looked at Gamansdor, "After all, traitors will develop betrayal

The habit. Maybe it would be more convenient to send two traitors back to Beidairen early tomorrow morning."

Gamansto shook his head mischievously, "Believe me, sir. I will go to a friendly territory in the southwest,

An honest bounty hunter can make a living there. I don't want to get involved in the mage's dispute—no matter what it is

Santalin or Shadwo.”

The captain's hilariousness floated on his way to the tent.

Gamansdo and the guards were left alone, vigilantly kicking each other, like two dogs preparing to bite.

The hunter reached into the lining of his robe and took out a clanging porcelain bottle.

"Leki, from Peddyn. Do you know where we can take a sip in peace?"

*******

Evalilos was tied to a simple chair, facing the territorial sea Sachi, behind the rough wooden table.
To be continued...