Night has come, and in the boundless sea of sand, the biting cold wind blows against the broken city wall without any scruples, blowing into the bones of every person who has the anger of revenge and has been abandoned by fate.
Under the flickering firelight exposed between the city walls, deathly silence swept over the ruins surrounded by yellow sand. Even if everyone was silent, the scarlet in their eyes could not fade even a little bit.
This is one of the main strongholds of Yellow City, the ancient desert city and the ruins of Retuye.
In the cold wind, a dusty old traveler came to the ancient yellow stone gate, his white robe swaying in the wind, and the staff around his waist trembling.
"Sir, where have you been in the past two days?"
Suddenly, in the shadow of the door, a shadow-like person wearing a white mask suddenly appeared. His translucent body looked like a ghost, and his tone was as cold as the undead.
"You should not leave these desperadoes alone. Without someone to lead them, they are just a bunch of trash waiting to die. Apart from lamenting, they have no merit at all."
"Hey, you can't say that." After listening to the report of the shadow in front of him, the elderly tourist smiled helplessly, looked around, then found a stone to sit down, and said calmly: "I'm not okay.
It’s easy to come to Dunmuer once, but you have to let me take a good trip, right? Look at this vast desert, it’s much more interesting than the snow-capped mountains of Iseland!”
"But as your deputy, I sincerely hope that you can complete the current task well." Shadow also sighed helplessly and looked back at the people in the camp.
"They're not trustworthy, so they have to be watched all the time. But once we lose them, it's almost impossible to find those things."
"And you should know that all the trap magic we have set up on the sand path has been destroyed, and one of them was done by you personally. And if someone suddenly takes them to Fit City at this time..."
"Then let's find a way to sneak into the city. I can dye my hair and change my clothes, but you have to try to take off that damn mask of yours. How about it?" The old tourist laughed, still smiling.
It creates a homely chatting atmosphere.
"...I remember repeating it several times, I cannot and cannot take off this mask." The transparency of the shadow's body increased to a level visible to the naked eye, and even the voice became slightly more transparent: "They also
Waiting for you, please make a plan as soon as possible to take back what belongs to us."
After saying that, the shadow blended into the darkness again and disappeared.
After waiting for the shadow to disappear for a while, the elderly traveler finally stood up and walked towards the camp with a wry smile.
"I really hope that one day you can become a little more selfish..." Then, a helpless word disappeared in the cold wind...
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"Art, see you tomorrow~"
It was already afternoon, and the carriage going home had arrived near Mamo's house. After saying goodbye as usual, Mamo was ready to get off the car and go home.
"Uh, okay, see you tomorrow, Mamo. Oh, no, I have to get off the carriage too!" Art, who was half asleep on the carriage, suddenly remembered that he had also moved. His expression was shocked, and he immediately climbed out of the seat.
Got off the car.
"Ah? What's wrong?" Mamo looked at Art blankly, not understanding what happened.
It's impossible that he just wants to follow her... Thinking of this, Mamo's face suddenly turned red, and Art's face became difficult to look at.
"I'm moving. Actually, I should have gotten off the car earlier." Art sighed with some distress and said, "Oh, we have to walk a long way again..."
Don't you want to go with me... Hearing Art's answer, Mamo's ears dropped silently, but soon they were raised again, and he asked curiously: "Where did you move? Far away from my house.
Is it close?"
"I don't even know where your home is, how do I know if it's close or not?" Art responded somewhat funny. Although he has a good relationship with Lansha, Mamo and others, they have not communicated with each other until now.
The family members don’t know exactly where the other person lives.
"Then, in that case, do you want to be a guest at my house?" Hearing this, Mamo's mood became a little higher. Since she and Art met, she has only played together in school. Should she invite him to her home?
First time! Moreover, as the daughter of a craftsman, she has learned handcrafting since she was a child. Naturally, she has many confident works. It would be great if her best friend could appreciate it...
"Do ()?" Art asked with some surprise. Although he had been going to Kelando's house for dinner in the past few days, he was embarrassed to eat at the same house too many times. He could try new flavors at another house.
Why not?
"Hmm! My home is not far from here, very close!" Seeing Art's interest, Mamo happily took his hand and pulled him eagerly into the depths of the street.
.
After walking through two intersections, in a relatively lively small shopping street, Mamo excitedly brought Art to a store selling ceramic products. It seemed that this was her home.
"Mom, Dad, I'm back~" Mamo shouted excitedly, and ran behind the counter of the store with Art.
"What's wrong? Did something good happen today?" As he spoke, a teenager who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old came out from behind the counter and stretched out comfortably. He seemed to be sleeping before.
"Well, I brought my classmates here to play~" Mamo raised Art's hand excitedly and said, "His name is Art, and he is the first classmate I met~"
"Is your name Art? Hello, my friend." The young man smiled kindly and said, "I am Mamo's father, you can call me Marin...uncle."
...Well, fortunately, I endured it and did not directly make a judgment that he was Mamo's brother, otherwise he would have been embarrassed... Art was relieved, and Mamo had learned from the past, which made Art deeply aware.
I suspected that adults of the half-human race might also look "immature", but the only thing I didn't expect was that they would be so immature...
"Well, hello, Uncle Marin." Art replied with a smile, and suddenly remembered that when he was on earth, he was almost thirty years old and had to call a seven or eight-year-old naughty kid uncle.
, it’s really embarrassing...
Uncle Marin looks very similar to Mamo, with short brown hair and brown eyes. If you look closely, you can indeed see a little stubble underneath, which makes him look not so 'young'.