The moment the word 'Sand Island' appeared, the two people in front of them all looked shocked. Even the old drunkard Namu widened his eyes, both large and small, and his hands were shaking constantly.
It seems to bring back some bad memories.
"Boy, listen to me, boy." Uncle Nim put his hands on Art's shoulders. His face turned pale and he was sweating. Then he swallowed hard and took a deep breath. After making so many preparations
After doing this, Nim tried his best to open his mouth and said
"Are you full enough to hold up?"
"ah?"
"I said, are you full enough? Or who asked you to go to that ghost place?! Say it, and then the old man and I will go and beat him up!" At the end of the sentence, Nim almost shouted.
Called out.
Even from a short distance away, Art could still hear that Nim's heart was beating fast and he was gasping for breath. Old man Nim beside him fell to the wall with his head in his arms, mouthing
He seemed to still be mumbling something.
"No, I wanted to go there myself." Art easily moved Nim's hand on his shoulder, walked to a safer distance, then turned around and said to the two of them.
"I want to go there myself, no one forces me." Art made a disapproving smile. His natural look did not allow anyone to have any assumptions. What he said was what he said, and he could not and did not need to deny it.
"Ah, I know, I know! It's the commission hanging in the tavern, right? Damn it, I knew this would happen, that stupid idiot woman doesn't have a long memory at all!" Nim was very excited.
Rarely, he became angry and walked back and forth anxiously.
"Listen, Little Art, that's not the place you should go." Old Man Nahm, who had been sitting quietly for more than ten seconds, also woke up. To be honest, I didn't expect him to speak so fluently.
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"Yes, that is indeed not the place I should go, but if you want to go where I want to go, you have to go there first." Art paused, with the innocent smile still on his face, and
At this moment, it is the best mockery for the two of them
"I need that money. I need that money to help me pay for my tuition. There is no other way."
"But you have no idea what happened there at that time!" Uncle Nim's face was almost dripping with cold sweat. Suddenly, he seemed to have finally thought of some way, and he knelt down and helped Art.
shoulders.
"Listen to Art, I have a way to help you get rid of the problem of giving up this commission -" Nim was interrupted by Art before he could finish his words.
"After giving up the commission, where should I raise the funds for my tuition?" Art casually threw back a rhetorical question, and then broke away from Nim's control again, walked aside, and said: "You have been talking about me.
I don’t know, so can you let me know and then let me make a decision?”
"..." Nimu, who was still squatting on the spot, fell silent and slowly looked back at old man Namu in the corner.
"That was about seven or eight years ago." After speaking at the beginning, Old Man Nahm lowered his head and walked to the edge of the barrel, took a scoop and swallowed it directly, and then breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Then he continued talking.
"At that time, I was still a cobbler in the town. I was the kind who used needle and thread to sew up the torn pieces of cloth. The more money I got, the smaller the patch marks I could make. Relying on this craft, I made a lot of money.
Although the sum of money is not much, it is enough to support my wife and two sons. The extra money can also buy a few cotton-padded clothes and a few glasses of wine, so my life is much better than now."
After saying that, he took another sip of wine to wake up before continuing.
"Originally, this town had its own rules, and everyone could live the life they liked. But the good times didn't last long. A baron named Clark came here, bringing with him a decree from the king and dozens of people with weapons.
The puppet soldiers with weapons took over Berag from us and became the lords of Berag and surrounding areas."
"Then he promulgated so many damn rules and called them 'laws'. Hmm, he made us live like humans and ghosts, but he himself lived like that." Nim also took the opportunity to add a few words.
sentence.
"It's nothing." Nahm spit out the breath of alcohol and said, "At least we were still able to make money at that time. Although we needed to buy a few less clothes and drink a few glasses of wine, we still had a decent life. We still had enough food and clothing.
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"But the day when it happened was before the winter of that year, at the end of autumn." Nahm picked up the full wine glass, but put it back, and continued helplessly: "The baron summoned all the people in the village.
The person issued an announcement, and the content of the announcement was, 'Join the lord's army, and weapons will be distributed to defeat the sandworms on the sand island. After the end, everyone will get two gold coins.'"
"But this is just part of his diabolical plan!"
"Yes. Because it was almost winter and there was not much work on hand. In order to make more money, all three men in our family participated. And at that time, there were quite a few people in the regiment, including us.
With hundreds of people, it is almost imperative to clear the island, but problems still occur."
"That night, when we were all gathering together to discuss what we should do in the winter, the lord sent someone over and told us some other things."
"I was there at the time, and I will never forget this." Nim continued: "They said that when the time is over, they will buy the sandworm eggs at a price of one silver coin each.
, a damn silver coin, you know! A nest of sandworms can basically lay ten or more eggs!"
"Then the next day, we followed the team across the Qingshuihua River and arrived at the Sand Island. Those damn eyeless beasts saw us coming, and they all came towards us, and they appeared all over the ground.
There were more than a dozen moving dirtbags, and although there were quite a few of us, there were still a few timid guys who were so frightened that they sat down on the ground."
"The army is surrounded by a human wall of puppets, and these beasts are also interested in things that are insubstantial. However, those puppets are indeed used for combat, and they easily chopped the sandworm into several pieces.
, the few that missed were also chopped into meat sauce by us."
"After successfully walking for a certain distance, we arrived at the depths of the sand island. This is actually part of the corner of Fit Oasis, but I heard it is still included in the territory of Baron Clark."
"Yes, that's right. It's even more beautiful there than along the Qingshuihua River. There are all kinds of wild flowers blooming on the ground, and there are also quite strong trees growing on the ground. And right at the edge of the green space is the big nest of sandworms.
There were dozens of small black holes on the ground, and inside there were more than a dozen crystal clear sandworm eggs. Almost everyone rushed up to grab them, and the scene was so chaotic that no one could see clearly what was going on.