Netheril's Glory Chapter 404

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Chapter 404: Caravan.

The time is now approaching noon, the sun in the desert is still scorching every inch of the land, the billowing heat waves slowly flowing on the sand, and the images of the sand dunes in the distance become hazy under the interference of the sun.

Pushing open the door of the carriage, Ovakin stepped out of the carriage with a squeak that was characteristic of the old wooden door.

What was displayed in front of the black dragon was a scene of a busy caravan. This not-so-large team seemed to be camping. One by one, strong merchants methodically took the linen tent down from the giant camel. There were five huge ones. The camels were arranged to cover the wind and sand, and in the center of the camp, a bonfire was already burning.

"Master, good noon."

Just when Ovakin was about to take a step forward, a crisp girl sounded beside Ovakin.

"Oh...oh, good noon".

Since the black dragon at this time was unable to perform a wide range of soul perception, the appearance of this female voice caught Ovakin a bit off guard.

However, thinking of the "identity" he should have now, Ovakin responded with the appearance of a weak aristocratic master for the first time. I have to say that Ovakin's acting skills are not comparable to punk icebergs. Even the most professional performer can't fault the image of the young master he performed.

But... his performance was predicated on useless effort. When he saw the wheat-skinned girl next to him, Ovakin knew that he didn't need to pretend.

Because - this wheat-skinned girl is the girl who woke up Ovakin before. At the same time, most importantly, she is also an out-and-out professional.

Although the girl is only a ninth-level trainee-level stalker, but as a professional, in the case of Ovakin did not cover up the soul level, when the distance between the two people is so close to each other, the other party judges a master-level strong The real level of the person is obviously not difficult.

"It's unlucky, it seems that I can't get it through. I knew that the "Soul Wave Silence Technique" should be solidified on the necklace..."

Looking at the girl's bright eyes like amethyst in front of him, Ovakin could only sigh silently.

At the beginning, he also thought that there would be professionals in this caravan. After all, a team that crossed the desert could not hire one or two professionals as mercenaries, but Ovakin’s idea was to eat something. After using apprentice-level hypnosis spells to confuse a few ordinary merchants, he left quietly. Unfortunately, the black dragon couldn't think of it. The caravan threw himself to the hired professionals to take care of.

So... the identity was revealed at the beginning, what should we do now?

Seeing the girl's eyes with no fear but full of surprise and curiosity, Ovak felt his soul tingling aggravated.

Relying on the official level strength that he can barely maintain, kill everyone in the entire caravan? Then leave with the supplies? Don’t make trouble, it’s a punk approach. Ovaki can’t do that kind of thing anyway. In fact, what the black dragon wants now is to trade some worthless things with caravans for some food and water. After all, it’s worthless. Fancy things, Ovak because of the "King of the Dragon's Roar Kingdom"'s storage ring really put a lot of gifts from ministers.

But just when the black dragon wanted to take out a large amount of delicate silk with a big hand, the beautiful girl stretched out a finger with a keen figure and placed it on Ovakin’s lips, and then, it was extremely close to Ovak. The girl from Yin said quickly in a very small voice:

"Don’t speak out, don’t take out your belongings. I didn’t tell anyone about your identity. Now you can continue to be a pampered young master. Now listen to me quietly. First: Don’t give these merchants any money. For a person who works under a big money master, the finances you give will only cause them unnecessary trouble. Second: Don’t reveal your identity as a master professional. This desert is very important to any master professional. Very unfriendly. I will answer your specific questions at the bonfire party. Please keep silent now, dear strong man."

Hearing the girl’s serious voice, Ovak looked at the girl’s pupils in confusion, but now the black dragon has lost the ability to perceive other people’s thinking. He can only see a touch of seriousness and a touch of persistence in the girl’s eyes. Even the emotion of pleading.

Without thinking about it, the decisive Ovakin nodded seriously and agreed with the girl’s proposal. Although this "crazy sand sea" desert borders the Howth Mountains, even Ovakin knows very little about it. , No matter when, the very barren areas of the Plane of Faerun are always covered with a veil of mystery. Such mystery may help to cause a very effective obstacle to the pursuit of killers, but at the same time, it is a The person is also unfriendly.

Seeing that Ovakin quickly agreed to her proposal, the girl seemed to be greatly relieved.

"Huh, great. Although it's a bit scary, you don't need to worry about anything for the time being. Kyocams can go on their way without sleep, but they need to rest for a whole day to sleep every five or six days they travel. The caravan here will also take a full day off. I will explain a lot of things to you in the evening. Before that, enjoy the desert-style food happily. Oh, yes, my name is Aisha. You can enjoy special treats. Call me Xiao Ai Yo".

After speaking quickly, the girl who claimed to be Aisha left Ovakin like an elegant civet, but her departure and arrival seemed a bit rush, Ovakin did not have time to say a few more words.

"Interesting girl".

Watching the figure of Aisha running to help the merchants clean up the wood, Ovak raised her eyebrows playfully and gave her own evaluation. I was able to meet such a wild and beautiful girl in the tense escape, Ovakine I actually felt a little more relaxed emotion in my heart.

But soon, the mood of the black dragon could not be kept relaxed.

Standing next to a carriage with a fairly wide view, Ovakin saw a few businessmen gathering to rest, but these tired-looking businessmen did not chat and tease as he thought, only those few thin people. They actually took out a small black statue and began to pray. Five or six strangely shaped statues were grasped by a few people with the strength of rubbing the palms of their hands, and hideous expressions began to slowly surface on their faces.

"A cult?"

Seeing such a scene, Ovakin's expression immediately became serious.

"Hey, I really don't know if choosing this desert to escape is right or wrong. If there is a cult, punk's pursuit and killing should also be hindered a lot, but...I have also greatly increased the difficulty of hiding myself."

Feeling the weak feeling of his soul that hardly improves, Ovakin's heart will inevitably give birth to some bad premonitions.

But the matter is now, there is no room for recovery in his current state.

"Let’s eat something first, at least you can listen to what the girl will say, and the rest... I’m afraid I can only count on the old man’s blessing."

End of this Chapter