"My Lord, if we walk half a novel ahead, we'll reach the oasis after we cross the two hills in front of us... Can you, can you let us go?"
The three weak captives had chapped lips, and they even wanted to die.
Although the dark gargoyles had carried them on their journey that day, they had been exposed to the sun for an entire day. If they had not been rewarded with a few glasses of water at noon, they would have suspected adults wanted to do it...
Why did they accept this mission for no reason...? And even convinced the residents to betray them? How could this thing convince them?
When they thought about how they had been arrested less than three minutes after they had revealed their identities, they suddenly felt sad.
They would never understand even in their death. What kind of medicine did this territory give its residents? Why were they all so loyal?
Those two informants were neighbors whom they had known for many years.
