Gordon followed quietly, following all the way, sometimes walking through the trees, sometimes climbing up the eaves, always keeping a distance of about 100 meters from Sinbad.
The bright moonlight shone on Sinbad's red apple-like face. He looked restless for a while, and his brows were tangled at other times, looking very worried.
There are many doubts about Sinbad's life experience, but Gordon is not interested in knowing. He is only following the boy to confirm whether he has any relationship with the Stormtroopers, the Blood Prison Society or the local gangs.
After passing through the market, Sinbad walked into the civilian area. This area was dark and the residents had already gone to bed. Unless there was a festival, only the nobles were used to nightlife.
Gordon lowered his body, passed over the roofs of houses, followed Sinbad and turned into an alley, arriving in front of a small and old stone house. In the dead of night, a man's violent coughing sound could be heard through the broken windows.
When Gordon saw Sinbad entering the house, he also jumped down, lay down by the door, and listened.
"Uncle Musa, I'm back." Sinbad lit the oil lamp, and a hazy yellow halo lit up the room.
"God bless you... you are finally back. Ahem, it's so... late, I'm really... worried that something will happen to you." The man said intermittently, struggling to sit up from the bed, his skinny shadow reflected on the window.
Sinbad supported the man and said sheepishly: "I'm sorry, Uncle Musa, I took on a job today and just finished it." He took out ten silver coins and held them in his palm like a treasure, "Look,
This is the money I earned today, and I can help you buy medicine."
Musa smiled bitterly and shook his head:
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"It's useless. I injured the Devil's Life Tree... and my energy is gone. It can't be cured by taking medicine. Don't... worry about me anymore, and don't... waste your energy on me, a useless person."
"Uncle Musa, you were injured like this just to save me. How could I ignore it? Besides, it's not that you can't be cured, it's that there's no good medicine to cure the Demon Life Tree on the market. If I could
Open the treasure house that my father buried during his lifetime..."
"Ahem, forget about that...treasure house, you can't take it out. Ahem, listen to me, please leave quickly. You have grown up and can support yourself, and I am relieved. You should leave here
, leave the Kingdom of Sand, leave the Capricorn Territory. They must... still be looking for you, it's... not safe here."
These words were intermittent, mixed with the man's coughing, and Gordon couldn't hear them clearly. He slowly moved his position, pressed against the window railing, and got closer.
Sinbad's suddenly upright figure was reflected in the window: "Escape? Escape to where? Escape for how long? Escape for the rest of your life? Even if you survive, what can you do? Be a coward?"
Gordon saw Sinbad gesticulating excitedly with his hands, like a young lion sharpening its teeth and claws: "No! No! No! The lion would rather be torn apart by a jackal than die in the circus!"
Musa coughed violently, his back arched, and he was out of breath. Sinbad quickly stroked his back to calm his breathing, and brought a bowl of honey water for him to drink.
"You are... a real lion, ahem, just as brave as the chieftain was when he was a boy." Musa gasped, "But... you are born with the source of repulsion and cannot practice. You can't return to the tribe, you
I don’t understand, the enemy... is too powerful. Ahem, one day, the Almighty Allah... will punish the evildoers."
Gordon saw that the boy was silent. After a while, Sinbad said in a trembling voice: "I know who the real enemy is. My father did not die of illness. It was the chief of the believers who conspired to harm him..."
"Stop talking." Musa grabbed Sinbad's arm with his skinny hand, coughed violently, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. "You must... preserve the blood for the chief, otherwise I... will be sorry to the chief."
"Okay, uncle, don't be angry, I understand what you mean. It's very late, you should rest quickly." Sinbad could only comfort him, cover Musa with a blanket, and help him lie down slowly.
After all, the uncle is old, and he doesn’t want me to take risks. Sinbad blew out the oil lamp, put on his clothes and went to sleep, with bright brown eyes wide open. Yes, he can’t practice by himself, but there are many ways to defeat the enemy. If
The treasure house can be opened if... Gordon's appearance appears in his mind.
After a while, there was no more sound in the house. Gordon left quietly, thinking repeatedly in his mind the words "Lion, chief, died of illness, chief of the believers." The chief of the believers refers to the combination of political power and divine power.
The king of the Kingdom of Sand, who just took office more than four years ago, took over the stronghold of the Cobra family.
A few years ago, a tribal chief in the Kingdom of Sand did suddenly die of illness, and it was clearly recorded in the Nail Plan. Originally, Gordon would have killed Sinbad to silence him, but now he needs to think carefully.
Leaving the civilian area, Gordon rushed straight to the market and checked out the shops that bought illegal goods.
He first came to the spice shop. The door of the shop was closed and hung with a copper lock. It was dark inside. There were no passers-by nearby, and the whole market fell into silence. Gordon took out a small piece of iron wire, got it into the keyhole, and stirred it a few times.
, the copper lock opened. He ducked into the shop and carefully closed the door.
A strong fragrance rushed towards him, refreshing his mind. Gordon took out a luminous pearl from his pocket, and the soft green light illuminated the surrounding area.
On the counter covered with red silk, there are transparent glass boxes, which contain precious white lip musk, ambergris, purple sandalwood, porcelain country agarwood... On the shelves in the back, there are packages of
Include cumin, pepper, fennel and other spices for food.
Gordon Cat lowered his waist, groped around on the four walls, and tapped for a while. "Creak, creak, creak," he touched the mechanism, and one wall began to slide, revealing the dark room.
There is only one light yellow coffin in the room. It is rectangular in shape and has no carvings. There are slender cracked wooden textures on the surface, and it exudes wisps of mellow fragrance from time to time. This is Zhan.
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Sandalwood, ground and taken together with pearls, can slowly increase mental strength. Such a large sandalwood coffin can be regarded as a hematite-level treasure.
Gordon removed the lid of the coffin, and it was filled with spices to assist cultivation. Most of them were black lead grade, and some were gray tin grade. This spice shop should secretly purchase cultivation resources, and then secretly sell them to civilian warriors at high prices to make a profit.
Make huge profits.
Gordon carefully checked the dark room and found nothing strange. He put the coffin lid in place, restored everything in the spice shop, and rushed to the other two shops at the east gate of the market.
As soon as he approached the street, Gordon immediately felt something was wrong. Beside the porch of the east gate, a soldier from the Sand Fox tribe was leaning on the pillar, his head lowered and dozing off. Near the medicine shop and jewelry store, there were several beggars wearing robes.
He was huddled on the ground with a broken blanket, and a wooden plate begging for money was placed in front of him.
Lying quietly on the roof, Gordon thought for a moment and gave up his plan to sneak in. With the help of the moonlight, he could clearly see the faces of the beggars, and then returned to the hotel.