Thales carried his own luggage, dragged his now recovered body and panted behind the camels of the merchant group while he followed them.
Despite the obstacles from the sand beneath his feet, the stuffy and uncomfortable skin wrapped in the sackcloth, the merciless sun, the teenager was much calmer.
There was no other reason to it.
"Let me tell you, Kant. I'm telling you now, so listen up." The rookie mercenary quickly rode up to the camel at front, and said excitedly to Kant, the huge man from Northland who was also in Dante's Greatsword.
