The sandstorm outside is endless, but when it reaches the stone castle, you can only hear the faint sound of wind sand blowing against the stone wall. From the opposite angle of the sandstorm, a door is opened on the stone castle, and you can see the outside. The storm is getting bigger and bigger and shows no sign of letting up.
In the huge stone fort, torches were lit and bonfires were burned. Different from the panic before, at this moment, cheers filled the stone fort. The feeling of escaping from death made everyone feel as if they were all over again. It was as if it had come to life, and the laughter and laughter were spreading in the stone castle. It was no longer like a zombie in the desert a few days ago.
However, more people looked at Lu Zhiyu and Eva with curious and shocked eyes. There was fear, curiosity, admiration and yearning in their eyes. No one expected to follow them all the way and talk to them. Lu Zhiyu, who looks like an ordinary person, actually possesses such power.
The caravan members who were usually familiar with Lu Zhiyu did not dare to come over to say hello to Lu Zhiyu at this moment. No one dared to approach Lu Zhiyu. They only dared to look far away and quietly looked at Lu Zhiyu from time to time. Zhiyu glanced at him, but immediately looked away. He didn't even discuss Lu Zhiyu's power and identity, as if he was afraid of being heard by Lu Zhiyu.
Grumman, the owner of the Rose Caravan, hesitated for a long time and lingered for a long time. He stood behind the bonfire surrounded by Lu Zhiyu and Eva and did not dare to get close. When he noticed that Lu Zhiyu was looking over, he swallowed and sighed. If you muster up the courage to sit across from Lu Zhiyu, you can still be far away.
Lu Zhiyu smiled and looked at Grumman. This bold and somewhat aggressive man was sitting opposite him, with his back straight and looking very nervous.
"Who are you?"
Grumman finally said that he discovered for the first time that the so-called scholar Randil, who had paid a lot of money to follow him to the Batko area, was an ordinary little nobleman who he thought knew everything, but now he was covered in a thick layer of fog.
Grumman didn't know his identity, but he knew that he was definitely not a small nobleman. Grumman was not one of those civilians who had no experience and had never even been to a village. He traveled around and knew many secrets of these worlds.
"Are you wizards?"
When Grumman said these words, his voice was trembling. For ordinary people, the existence of wizards has a shadow of terror that runs deep into the hearts of ordinary people. Just hearing this name is enough to make people weak in the knees.
Lu Zhiyu couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Is this important?"
Lu Zhiyu lowered his head and fiddled with the bonfire: "I pay, and you are responsible for taking me to the Batko Empire. This is our contractual relationship. It starts with the Crete Empire and ends with Batko. That's it, isn't it? "
After hearing this, Grumman breathed a sigh of relief: "I understand. Thank you for your help. Grumman and the White Rose Caravan will always remember your kindness!"
At this time, the Batko caravan, which had encountered a sandstorm together, took out part of its dried meat and food and shared it with the White Rose caravan present. Everyone ate the food and laughed loudly.
At this time, a young man wearing a torn-sleeved shirt was holding a silver dinner plate with food and meat. He knelt in front of Lu Zhiyu and presented him with food and goat milk.
Lu Zhiyu looked at the leader of the Batko caravan in the distance. At this moment, he was looking at him with a pious expression. When he noticed Lu Zhiyu's gaze, he immediately crossed his arms and bent down to salute. Lu Zhiyu nodded and accepted. He took down the food he offered.
Lu Zhiyu looked at the boy. He was a typical Batko man, with dark skin, dark brown hair, and yellowish pupils. His body was extremely thin, and there was a mark representing a slave on his collarbone.
At this moment, the young man, with fearful and longing eyes, lowered his head and carefully looked at Lu Zhiyu. The shocking scene just now made all the Batko people think that Lu Zhiyu was the messenger of the desert god on the earth, and only the god's Only a messenger can accomplish such shocking things.
People in the Batko area have never seen a priest of the church, and generally few wizards have arrived in this area. Therefore, their knowledge of the existence of extraordinary power only exists in legends, and more often they have seen the power of some magical beasts. , those monsters that control extraordinary power, for them, are punishments and disasters given to them by the gods.
Lu Zhiyu asked: "What's your name?"
"Ah ah!"
When the young man noticed that Lu Zhiyu was asking him something, he immediately started gesticulating anxiously, and then pointed at his ears and mouth. Only then did Lu Zhiyu realize that this young man was deaf and mute. Generally, Lu Zhiyu would not let out his mental power. Nor will it be easy to explore other people’s thoughts and ideas, which is very boring.
"Don't move, relax!"
Lu Zhiyu glanced at the young man and stretched out his hands to cover his ears. The muscles in the young man's back immediately tensed up and he was too nervous to move.
The body transformation technique belonging to the wizard, the first witchcraft created by Lu Zhiyu, and the origin witchcraft of the bloodline wizard, was activated immediately. The power was activated through the vision and spiritual level, and the young man immediately closed his eyes.
At this time, everyone around him was watching Lu Zhiyu's movements, and also noticed that the young man in front of him was a deaf-mute. Looking at Lu Zhiyu's strange movements, some didn't quite understand what he was doing.
When Lu Zhiyu let go of his hand, the young man immediately felt something shocking, something he had never seen since he was born, pouring into his head. It was a voice, a beautiful voice.
Human voices, the sound of crackling fire, the sound of wind and sand, all the sounds are so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people tremble all over, as if the world that can hear the sound becomes beautiful and moving in an instant.
The young man opened his eyes absentmindedly and looked at everything around him. All the sounds continued to reach his ears. He stood up and stood in the center of the stone castle. It seemed that the world was spinning and the whole world was constantly coming into his own. in the ears.
"Ah! I, I, hear, hear... it's... it's here!"
It could be seen that the young man kept adjusting his tone and was finally able to say a complete sentence. Immediately, he saw a nest exploded in the stone castle. Everyone was talking about it and looked at this slave. For ordinary people in this era, For people, deafness and muteness are a punishment given to them by God and the gods and cannot be cured. Seeing Lu Zhiyu cure this slave is like being exposed to the curse of the gods.
Especially the people from the Batko caravan seemed to have further confirmed Lu Zhiyu's identity. At this moment, everyone knelt on the ground and saluted Lu Zhiyu, as if they were witnessing this miracle.
The young man looked at Lu Zhiyu. He was not tall and only reached Lu Zhiyu's shoulders. At this moment, his eyes filled with excitement. In his opinion, Lu Zhiyu was the incarnation of the gods who came to the world and rescued him from hell. disaster.
The young man's eyes were full of longing and enthusiasm. He wiped away the tears on his face, and with the most pious etiquette in the desert, he knelt on the ground and kissed Lu Zhiyu's boots, and pressed his head deeply and respectfully to the ground.
"Messenger of the gods, my name is Setisis." 8)