Florence was bored and swung her whip at the camel in front of her, making her keep walking on her four short, fat legs. Looking up at the sky, the weather looked good, there should be no sandstorms. With that in mind, Florence loosened her robes and glanced at the two men sitting in the back of the car. Honestly speaking, walking in the desert of Fieldale was already a very dangerous thing in itself, for a traveling merchant like him, even if he had a few more lives to take care of, he was afraid that it would not be enough. And to meet two lost kids in a place where humans couldn't possibly live was unimaginable.
Thinking of this, Florence quietly turned her head and surreptitiously surveyed the two brats she had met while fetching water from the oasis. They looked very young, but they were quite strange. The moment they met Florence, the surprise and doubt in their eyes was definitely not feigned. Originally wondered if they were some kind of desert bandits robbed children, but ... the language is completely incomprehensible. The black-haired young man spoke Florence did not understand half of what he said, and for Florence's words, the young man also seems to be unable to understand. This is really a very rare situation, you know, as a traveling merchant, Florence has painstakingly learned many languages. Whether it is the continent's common language, elven language, elemental language, and even the dragon language Florence can barely speak a few words, who knows when will not meet a dragon business? But the language spoken by the young man is completely incomprehensible, even with Florence's extensive knowledge, it is difficult to recognize. Moreover, the clothing of the two men did not look like escaped slaves from anywhere. Although both of them were covered with dust in the desert environment, the clothes were made with care and precision that a slave would never be able to afford. And the dress the girl was wearing, although Florence had never seen the style, but if anyone's maid or slave could wear such luxurious clothing, it would be too enviable.
（What do we do next, Jared?)
The dark-haired boy known as Jared looked up, his expression still as indifferent as ever. It seemed that the girl hadn't opened her mouth just now, she was even still looking at the back of the traveling merchant in front of her, as if she didn't care about anything. But her voice, as clear as a mountain spring, did appear in Jared's mind.
"Anyway ... let's keep it that way for now. Pay attention, don't let anyone find out your ability, this place looks ... "Said here, Jared paused for a moment, cautiously looking at the car in front of the behemoth in charge of the drudgery work, that is simply a creature they have never seen before, even if the government's genetic modification project really made any progress, there is absolutely no way that it can be popularized from now on. Even if the government did make some progress with the genetic modification project, there was no way it could be popularized right now." It's strange, I even wonder if we're still on Earth, but fortunately, it's not the Martians we met."
Jared tried to lighten the mood with a slightly amusing tone. Not that Florence could hear him, he didn't know what he was talking about. But the only problem was that he seemed to be talking to himself.
(Was there a mistake in the use of the capacity?)
The girl turned her head and looked at Jared calmly and gently with her differently colored pupils. The girl was not alarmed by the sudden change, in fact, they were ready to accept their fate. In fact, they had been prepared to accept their own deaths, and were thankful to be alive. But even so, the girl's lips remained still, and Jared closed his eyes and thought quietly for a moment before slowly answering.
"Judging from the situation at that time, there should be no problem with my ability, and there is also your assistance. What's more, the situation did control the explosion energy as we thought, but what happened after that ... According to the calculation, we should only have a one in fifty million chance to escape alive."
(One in 50 million is much better than zero.)
The girl's voice in her head was unusually calm, but with some imperceptible joy. She reached out with her silk gloved left hand and gently touched Jared's face.
（We're all lucky, aren't we?)
"Indeed ..."
Before Jared had a chance to answer her, suddenly the car stopped, and Jared frowned slightly and immediately looked back. Jared frowned and looked back. The businessman yelled back at them and gestured.
"What's he talking about?"
Naturally, Jared did not understand what the other man was saying, so he asked the girl, who also did not understand the language, but that did not mean that she did not understand what the other man was trying to say.
(He said that there are sand pirates ... ambushed in front of him, I think they are robbers.)
At these words, Jared jumped out of the carriage with great agility, followed by the maiden. The two quickly came to Florence's side, then Jared paused briefly, his brain rapidly recalling and thinking about the language and meaning the man had used to them over the past few days, then spoke in a rather difficult tone and asked, "What ... happened? "
"Sand pirates! Bandits! Those cursed ones! Beasts who live off the flesh and blood of others! Damn, this is bad luck!!! It's over, we can't escape!"
Florence didn't give a damn whether they understood him or not, and cried out in a rage. He'd spotted a faint shadow over there, and then the damned hunchback had stopped. It wouldn't move forward no matter what he said, a common tactic of the sand bandits. They release an odor into the wind that's terrifying to camelids, forcing them to stop. Then they go back and gather a large party to rob them, damn them! How could I have been so unlucky? Florence had also encountered a sand pirate in his youth, an experience he remembered so well that it became the subject of nightmares for years to come. Ever since then, Florence had been wary of the desert trade, which was to be his biggest and last. He had prepared for the journey, and even hired a good team of mercenaries. But he didn't expect those guys to turn against him, if Florence hadn't accidentally heard that the mercenaries were going to kill and rob the goods and escaped in time with the beast cart before the sandstorm came, I'm afraid that he would have become a nameless dry body in the desert by now.
That's bad luck!
Although Florence has long guessed that like their own such a single rushing fat sheep will be sand pirates attention only sooner or later, but such as premonitions in front of the real words, but it is not possible to just so calmly accept. What's more, he also brought two small children, even if you want to run ... What a joke, Florence even if he died in the group of vicious bandits under the knife, but also absolutely not willing to die of thirst in this terrible desert, at least this side can also give him a pain in the ass.
At that moment, the young man pulled Florence's sleeve, causing the traveling merchant, who was already in a semi-panic, to come back to his senses. He looked at the boy with surprise, and saw him pointing to the young girl beside him, and then pointing to himself, and then said in that raw Imperial common language.
"We, help."
Help? What can these two kids do for you?
Florence's mind was in turmoil, but when he looked at the teenager again, he couldn't help but freeze.
The young man's face revealed an unusually calm expression. It wasn't a look of ignorant peace and tranquility, on the contrary, it looked as if he was ready and waiting for something to come. Florence had been traveling for more than thirty years, and had enough experience to let him know that the boy in front of him was not joking. He did understand what he meant, and was ready to help.
"Okay!"
Florence took a deep breath of dry air and tried to calm himself. He hurriedly jumped down from the carriage, then kicked open the cover behind the wooden seat of the carriage, and immediately several long swords slid out from inside. As a traveling merchant, one has to protect oneself from time to time, so even Florence has some hidden tricks. He picked up a sword and threw it to the boy. The boy looked at the sword, shook his head, and returned it.
What's that supposed to mean?
While Florence was puzzled, he saw the boy glance at the girl with the two-colored pupils beside him, and then the girl stepped to Florence's side.
(Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Trader, but we don't need weapons.)
"Eh?"
Suddenly heard the voice let Florence slightly stunned, he was surprised to raise his head, looked at the young girl in front of him. But the girl was still wearing that kind of elegant and gentle smile, and did not speak the way. But Florence did hear a girl's voice in his head, and it was still going on.
(Please don't be surprised that you did hear me, but I think that can wait until later. Jared and I will protect you, no matter what happens.)
"Jared?"
Florence looked at the boy in surprise, what kind of name was that for a place? What kind of name is that? Jared, who had noticed his gaze, was still wearing a slightly heavy expression. In fact, he really did not want to let the other side find out the abnormalities of his people so early. But judging from Florence's appearance, the battle in front of him was indeed very dangerous. And no matter what, the merchant in front of him was also the benefactor who saved them. Otherwise, Jared and the others would not have been able to get out of the desert. So he didn't bother to hide his special ability. As for the businessman in front of him to see this after what will be the reaction ... thought here, he stretched out his right hand.
Black lines of mysterious runes suddenly emerged from Jared's right arm, hovering and swirling like life-giving vipers in Jared's palm. Then, the boy turned his right hand down and grasped it. The originally soft-looking black rune lines suddenly became long and wide, and the spectacle in front of him made Florence hold her breath, unable to make any reaction.
It was a dark, oddly shaped sword. Unlike any weapon Florence had ever seen, it was almost as long as the boy's body, and its hilt was not at the bottom, but in the center. The slender blade looked heavy and sharp, and the boy wielded the oddly shaped double-edged sword as if it weighed nothing at all. Florence noticed what appeared to be some sort of strange writing on his sword. It was in a square-like font, but Florence didn't recognize it at all.
The young man gently stroked the sword, and for a split second, undisguised murderous intent appeared on his face.
"Aozora."
"??"
Florence was completely confused as to what the pronunciation was, was it the name of the sword? But he quickly came back to his senses and shook his head gravely at the boy. After getting his attention, Florence continued.
"Be careful. These bandits can't be far away. Don't look at them now, they're just playing with us. They've done this to desert merchants many times before, and with the blood of the wild dragons to scare the camels, we'll never get far from this hellhole. But they can hide in the shadows until we're too weak to attack. You alone can't stop those guys, I'm going to fight too."
After saying that, Florence looked at this strange young man named Jared, and sure enough, he looked like he didn't understand what he was saying. But Jared quickly turned his head to the young girl beside him, as if waiting for her explanation, and then, after a moment of silence between the two staring at each other, Jared nodded his head as if he understood, but then shook it again. Then the maiden turned to him, and Florence's voice rang in her head again.
(Rest assured, Mr. Merchant, Jared is not the only one fighting.)
"Does that mean ... Hey!"
It was obvious that there were only three of them. And the next guess was completely unexpected by Florence.
"You want to fight too? You're a girl, how can you possibly beat those guys?!"
(Please don't worry about that, and ... looks like they're already here.)
"!!!"
Florence turned sharply at his words, and sure enough, from the distant dunes, he dimly saw several black dots .