In the Nalun Desert, the sun is scorching hot.
Cavalry captain Luo Wen rode on his horse, with only bad luck and helplessness on his tired face.
After a long journey, I finally returned to the Lion’s Castle, but before I rested for a day, I was reassigned by my superiors to a new task, which was to protect and lead the way, and the place was still in this desert full of sand.
"The great God of War Emond, please bless your faithful believers."
Rowan looked up at the sun in the sky, the baking temperature like a bakery had made him unbearable.
He's almost had enough!
He hadn't had enough light beer in the tavern, hadn't been appeased by his beautiful wife, and hadn't even had a decent dinner, so he was urgently called up to lead a well-known scholar to that place. Expedition to the London Desert.
"What the hell is there in this place?"
Luo Wen lamented in his heart, licking his chapped lips with his tongue, it was the familiar taste of wind and sand.
Want to cry but have no tears.
In his impression, these scholars who enjoy high subsidies should stay in the office of the college and study knowledge seriously, instead of coming to the desert to eat wind and sand and being baked like bread like they are now.
Turning his head slightly, Luo Wen was even more helpless.
He had complaints in his heart, but he didn't dare to express them, because he couldn't afford to offend the people behind him.
The scholar rode alone in the only carriage, but the accompanying cavalry guards were no longer Rowan's subordinate cavalry, but 50 retinue knights from Lion Castle wearing double chain mail, linen robes, and cavalry spears. .
They are clearly dignified.
In fact, if it wasn't for leading the way, Luo Wen would basically not be qualified to join this team.
But Rowan didn't want to join either.
"It's pathetic."
Luo Wen turned around and looked at the vast sand sea in front of him, feeling extremely regretful in his heart.
But now that they have all come to the Nalun Desert, enjoying the harsh heat and unbearable torture again, it is useless to think too much. The only thing he can do is to take these people to the sentry oasis.
Heavy sigh.
In Rowan's mind, he thought of the young baron who seemed immature but actually had a cold heart.
... ... ...
It was getting dark.
The team in the Nalun Desert arranged camping.
The old scholar lifted the curtain of the car and walked out of the padded compartment. Leaning on his cane, he looked at the continuous black dunes and said calmly, "This is the second day."
Behind him came the burly Hobson.
Wearing a double layer of chain mail, with a long sword on his waist, although his brows are still tired, his eyes are still piercing.
He is the real leader of this journey, a knight conferred by the Lion Principality.
"Dear Hank scholar, perhaps don't worry."
Hobson's voice was thick and magnetic, and he answered the Hank scholar's words: "According to the guide, we will reach the sentry oasis before tomorrow evening."
"This is really great." Scholar Hank nodded slightly: "Thank you, Hobson Knight."
Hobson chuckled: "This is the arrangement of Duke Cameron, I just obey the order."
Turning his head slightly, he looked at the depths of the Nalun Desert, and his eyes were a little more curious: "Scholar Hank, I'm actually curious, does the legendary lost city really exist?"
Scholar Hank was silent.
Also turning his head to look at the stretch of sand dunes in the depths of the desert, Scholar Hank said softly, "Not sure."
"Not sure?" A little disappointment flashed in Hobson's eyes.
Both fell silent.
In the folklore of the Lion Principality, there are rumors about the lost city.
No, it should be said that this folklore was circulated in people's mouths before the founding of the Principality of Lions. The great city that was made of gold and precious stones, comparable to the kingdom of gods in the sky, mysteriously disappeared in history.
"By the way, the sentry oasis seems to have a lord already?"
Scholar Hanke thought of something, and asked, "I remember when I came to the Nalun Desert, my colleagues mentioned it."
Hobson nodded: "Yes, there are already."
"Oh." Scholar Hank raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a bit of disbelief in his eyes: "Who can accept the territory here? I always think that those greedy nobles are still sensible."
Knight Hobson pretended not to hear the ridicule, and replied, "Kant."
"Kant? Huh?"
Scholar Hank was slightly stunned, with a bit of surprise on his wrinkled face: "That hardworking young man?"
"You know him?" Hobson was curious.
"Yeah, I know him, pretty nice boy."
Scholar Hanke nodded, frowned and said: "He has studied in our college. In my impression, he is a student with a good family, but he is definitely not a wealthy student." After a pause, he asked back: " Why, he became the lord of the sentry oasis?"
Hobson shrugged: "He is the youngest son of Duke Cameron."
"Duke Cameron's youngest son?" Scholar Hank's expression was rather surprised.
"Yes." Hobson nodded.
Scholar Hank smiled wryly, and said with some doubts: "Since he is the youngest son of the Duke, why didn't you say it out? I have always been very optimistic about this young man. His attitude towards learning is very good."
Scholars in the academy who focus on academics are sometimes not well-informed.
Hobson Knight also understands this.
Looking at the surrounding knights who were busy, he said with some emotion on his face, "Kant's mother is the princess of the Silver Plate Kingdom."
"Uh." Scholar Hank looked stiff.
It took a while to react, looked at Hobson and said solemnly: "Really?"
Knight Hobson nodded: "Of course it is true."
The two were silent again.
Scholar Hanke let out a sigh of relief, leaning on his cane, nodded sadly and said: "No wonder, he will be exiled here to become a lord." At the same time, he sighed with some regret: "He is really a hardworking and good boy. "
"It's a pity." Hobson also sighed softly.
In Lion Castle, he also liked this little baron who knew how to respect people.
Turning his head to look at Rowan on the horse, Hobson shook his head, allowing himself to regain his previous solemnity, and said, "Scholar Hank, rest early, we will set off early tomorrow."
"You guys rest well, I'll take the carriage."
Scholar Hank nodded and chuckled.
But he was leaning on his cane, his face was slightly solemn, thinking of the clues he had found in the books, he couldn't help sighing softly: "The legendary lost city, I don't believe it is just a legend." Thinking of himself When it came, those colleagues laughed, Hank scholar's cane lightly tapped: "I will prove it all."
PS: I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival, I will update it today, ahem, I will make it up in the next few days, there are so many things about the Dragon Boat Festival, I am almost helpless. And I know what everyone is worried about. The reason why I chose this subject is because it is easy to write and because it is easy to finish. Accumulate popularity, otherwise I will not be able to get along at the starting point.
(end of this chapter)