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"Is there anyone? The wait is finally here!"
Yu Jin immediately jumped up from the chair. After waiting for so many days, someone from the Ministry of Education finally came.
Before he could get excited for long, the noisy reality pulled him back. With the noise of people all around, Yu Jin felt that the current scene of Vitality House might scare away the "guests" from afar.
"Everyone, please go back to sleep!" He shouted loudly, and embers flew quickly inside and outside the Vitality House. As long as this group of energetic madmen fell asleep, everything would be fine.
But it is a pity that although the scholars at Vitality House have mental problems, they can still identify such an obvious scam.
For example, what Ember just said.
"It's...it's not dark..."
A mad scholar stood on the roof of the Vitality House, pointing at the scorching sun above his head and shouting loudly.
"How did you climb up?" Yi Yan was shocked at first. There was nothing to cling to near the Vitality House. These scholars might have turned their brains into muscles.
Then he jumped to the top of the building with a big jump. Looking up at the dazzling sunlight above his head, Yi Yan raised his hands.
"Crash!"
The sound of the sand sea flowing sounded, and the sand that came from nowhere flew into the sky, firmly covering the sun's rays.
"Wow! It's dark!"
In front of Ember, the mad scholar next to him turned into a human gecko, quickly climbed down from the roof, and then retreated into the Vitality House.
Not only him, but other people wandering outside also noticed the dimming of the light and hurried into the Vitality House.
In just a few days, this place has transformed from a prison they tried to escape from to a haven where they can escape the sand and darkness.
"It's finally quiet. Let me see who is coming..."
The voice of Ember's words became smaller and smaller. He hid himself and looked quietly outside the canyon where the Vitality House was located.
……
"It seems a little darker?"
In the desert, a group of people were walking in a huge canyon. At the front of the team were several scholars wearing scholar's robes, and at the rear were a group of gilded brigades armed with weapons and fleshy faces.
This combination is common in the desert, which contains many ruins of ancient civilizations, which attract a large number of scholars every year.
For their own safety, most scholars will spend some Mora and hire a few reliable mercenaries to escort them.
But the difference between the combination in front of me and the others is that the Gilded Brigade seems to be in a dominant position among the group.
"Hurry up! Don't wait any longer. This is the depths of the desert. There is no such thing as a disciplinary officer or a thirty-man group. You'd better put an end to this idea!"
Seeing the scholar in front slow down, the Gilded Brigade behind the scholar immediately waved their weapons several times.
"But...but it's really dark here!" The scholars shrank their heads and looked at the dim sky to explain.
"The weather in the desert is so changeable. It's normal that you rainforest people can't understand it."
"Don't worry, it's just a small sandstorm and it will stop soon. You'd better focus on taking us to find the mad scholar, otherwise we'll just wait to sleep in the sea of sand!"
A particularly strong mercenary stepped forward. After glancing at the sandstorm in the distance, he said nonchalantly.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, fierce sunlight pierced the sky and a sandstorm fell down.
The earth is bright again and hot again.
"As expected of the boss, he is awesome!"
"Isn't that right? The boss is the famous Rahman! Lord Red King's right-hand man!"
"That's right! Even the [Eye of Ahmar] is slightly inferior to our boss!"
……
Rahman showed a little bit of his rich experience, which immediately attracted cheers from the younger brothers.
"Okay, I have time to flatter you, why not hurry up and get on your way!"
Rahman waved his hand and walked ahead.
Chapter 666 Desert people don’t fight desert people
2024-05-15
"In front...in front is the Vitality House!"
Led by the scholar, the group soon saw the Vibrant House located in the desert.
Looking at the dilapidated building in front of them, the reaction of the Gilded Brigade was very similar to that of Ember.
"Here? Are you sure this isn't the place where you rainforest people throw garbage?"
The Vitality House has been abandoned for many years and was only recently opened. Many of its components have not been renovated or replaced at all, making the building look as if it will collapse at any time.
"That's how no one will find out." The scholars laughed at the mercenaries a few times and explained.
"You two, in the front. You two, in the middle. The rest of you, come to the end!"
The Vitality House is very quiet, surrounded by only the howling desert wind, which inexplicably gives people a feeling of swallowing everything.
To be on the safe side, Rahman dispersed the scholars into various parts of the team.
Naturally, all the scholars agreed. Who allowed them to be caught by this group of desert people?
As everyone approached the quiet Vitality House, the atmosphere among the team became a little solemn.
This group of scholars said that there were only a group of mad scholars and a few technicians who extracted the knowledge of the gods, but who could know the real situation?
There are probably fewer people who are living in the desert with little thought than the rare animals classified by the Order.
"Huh? Scholar? And a large group of bodyguards?" Yi Yan stayed in the dark and looked at the people approaching, and felt that it was extremely strange.
Are the bodyguards hired by these scholars a little too aggressive? There are actually some who think the employer is too slow and just jump in.
"It was not caused by hiring adventurers." Ember commented on this. If it were the Adventurers Association, such a thing would never happen.
But it is a pity that the Adventurers Association's power in Xumi has shrunk to a point where it cannot be seen.
It is mainly caused by the harsh desert environmental conditions. People who are not native to the desert may not survive even three days in the desert.
As for setting up a reception in the desert... the embers can only mean that those desert people who can write their own names are considered literate.
So they still have a long way to go before becoming a qualified adventurer - among other things, to be an adventurer, you must at least understand the power of attorney, right?
Just when Yi Yan was expecting the group to fall into a trap, he found that they suddenly stopped at the door.
"stop!"
Standing in front of the door of the Vitality House, Rahman waved to his companions behind him.
The advancing team stopped instantly, and both mercenaries and scholars cast doubtful glances at Rahman.
Not paying attention to the eyes of his companions, Rahman turned around and slightly separated from the team.
He would tilt his head slightly and set his gaze behind the rocks in the distance.
"My endurance is better than I thought. Come out. You are a subject of the Red King and my compatriot. We can talk."
"Someone is following!"
"Damn it! When?!"
"Quiet!!!"
After Rahman shouted loudly, the restless team fell silent. Now everyone's eyes followed Rahman's gaze to the boulder in the distance.
"Hahaha! I have long heard that Rahman is devout in his faith in the Red King. He is a desert citizen as if he were his own son. When we see him today, it is true."
There was a burst of laughter from behind the rock, and then a mercenary wearing a turban and blindfold, with most of his face covered by cloth, walked out.
"Isn't this guy stuffy?" Yu Jin saw the visitor's attire with his entire head almost suffocated, and complained without any conscious thought.
Apart from this strange costume, the most noticeable thing is the pair of shining scimitars behind this person.
When Rahman saw the stalker appearing, he took a moment to look at his outfit and already had a certain idea in his mind.
"Samer of Thutmose?"
"Yes, I'm curious how you found out about me? You also saw it. In order to hide, I didn't even bring any of my men."
Sameer nodded and admitted his identity, and then he asked a question.
"One of the two swords of Thutmose... is famous." Rahman closed his eyes slightly and complimented Sameer inexplicably.
"No, your brigade is one of the best in the entire desert."
Sameer's face changed slightly. Rahman's words were more like exposing his scars than compliments.
Thutmose resounded throughout the desert many years ago, relying on Samer and Jibrele, known as the "double swords of the desert".
Unfortunately, when Zebrel had a daughter, he and Sameer parted ways, and Thutmose fell into despair.
Rahman opened his eyes, took out his ears, and said to Sameer in the distance:
"I advise you to throw away your weapons as soon as possible. The roar of the spirit inside is very noisy."
Samer paused when he heard this, and he understood why he was exposed. But even so, he had no intention of abandoning his weapons.
"Don't worry about it, I have my own way of dealing with this."
The weapon that houses the long-lasting spirit is a rare way for the godless people in the desert to control the power of the elements. There is no way Samer would abandon it under any circumstances.
"As you wish, I just hope you don't turn into a lunatic the next time I meet you."
Rahman shook his head. There is no free lunch in the world. Zhenling allows an ordinary person to use elemental power, but the price is to use the wail of the defeated to quell the endless anger - whether the defeated is the "master" or the opponent.
Those who use the soul-suppressing equipment will be hacked to death with knives or tortured to death by the spirit-suppressing equipment. There is no other outcome.
That's why Rahman never touches weapons containing suppressing spirits. He neither believed in the madman-like Zhenling nor the seven gods on the earth.
The only thing he believed in was the deceased Red King and his own muscles.
"My impression of you is not that good now." Samer walked into the team from a distance easily and comfortably, without the slightest worry that Rahman would get angry.
And Rahman did not embarrass him as he thought.
"Purpose?" Rahman asked, looking at Samer in front of him.
"As you know, I am not interested in other things. I just want to find the legendary golden dreamland."