Unknown Knight

The group left the Four Realms Forest and arrived at Weiyeha Castle after a day's journey, where they completed the entry procedures.

The Sarand Emirate is even more different from the other four countries than the Khergit Khanate, so it is very wary of any outsiders. In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, the group registered as traveling merchants, claiming that they came to the Sarand Emirate specifically to purchase local specialties.

The clothing, language, customs, living habits, etc. here are all very different from the hinterland of the Calradia continent. Fortunately, Niza and Velen are familiar with the language here, so communication is not a problem.

After resting for a night in Weihaye Castle, the group walked for another half day and arrived at Shariz, the royal city of Sarand.

This is a very exotic city, with round arches, pointed-roof mosques, and masked beauties with only two big, kaslan eyes showing. Everything exudes an exotic atmosphere. It seems as if Aix has entered the world of One Thousand and One Nights, and his eyes are not enough. However, the others are not much better than him.

In addition to the scenery here, there are also many delicious foods, such as sweet and sour yogurt skin, fragrant lamb skewers, freshly-baked buns and steamed buns, delicious-looking rice bowls, and so on.

Axboye had plenty of money, so he took everyone to eat. Everyone was very happy and cheerful, especially three girls of similar age who gathered together and chattered non-stop. Although they also covered their faces according to local customs, it did not affect their happy mood at all.

The only one who was different from everyone else was probably Niza. Since entering the Sarand Emirate, he had been dressed like a local and wrapped his face tightly with linen. He was low-key and silent, just following behind everyone, a complete change of his previous romantic and high-profile personality.

This made Axel very uncomfortable. He wondered if there was something wrong with him. He wanted to ask, but was afraid that it would involve his personal privacy and make everyone embarrassed, so he did not take the initiative to find out the situation.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong. We stayed in Shariz for half a day, rested for a night, and set off early the next morning.

Their destination was a Migayet village, which was several days' journey away. They had plenty of time yesterday afternoon, so Velen and James purchased enough supplies and bought five camels.

The inexperienced Aix thought that the two men were making too much of a fuss. There were less than ten people in total, but they had prepared supplies for dozens of people. He naively thought that the desert was like the one near the royal city of Shariz, with date palm trees and sweet springs everywhere.

After leaving Shariz, Aix realized how insignificant human beings were and how vast nature was. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing else but sand and stones.

The vastness and emptiness made people who came to the desert for the first time feel despair. The rolling heat waves felt like substance when they hit their faces. Aix felt as if his eyebrows were singed.

The next problem was thirst. Not only was his throat dry, but even his nostrils were dry and painful. Axe quickly drank up his daily allowance of water. Fortunately, the team had the experienced Velen and Niza, so they were well prepared. Seeing that he was very thirsty, James gave him another water bag.

At the same time, no one spoiled him just because he was the protagonist. He was told to drink sparingly. Tomorrow everyone would only get one person's worth of water, and there would be no such preferential treatment as today.

Only then did Aix understand why Velen, Niza and the others had prepared so many supplies and water bags. In such harsh conditions, if there was a shortage of water and food, and they got lost and couldn't make it to the next supply replenishment point, delaying them for half a day or a day would mean death.

As it was getting dark the next day, the group finally arrived at a small village called Tirimsa.

The village is not big, with only a dozen households and dozens of people. Their survival depends on a well in the center of the village with little water and a few dry wheat fields outside the village that rustle when the wind blows.

The arrival of the group undoubtedly brought a rich source of wealth to this remote village. A bag of water at five copper coins was as expensive as the same amount of beer produced in Dehrim. A piece of naan at three copper coins was twice as expensive as that in the royal city of Shariz, not to mention the feed for camels and horses.

But everyone had to add that after being heavily charged, facing an accommodation fee that was twice the price of a VIP room in Shariz City, Niza suggested that everyone choose to travel overnight, which would not only be less hot but also save money.

This suggestion was unanimously agreed by everyone, not because of the lack of money, but because everyone did not want the village chief's evil plan to succeed. Looking at the village chief's droopy face, everyone felt less sleepy and more energetic.

Niza's suggestion also has great benefits. Although the desert is a bit cold at night, it is better than the dry and hot daytime. The travel speed is faster than during the day, and everyone does not feel very tired. A lot of precious water is also saved.

Especially for Aix, he is now a fat man and is most afraid of heat and thirst. Instead, he prefers the feeling of traveling in the desert at night.

The sky was like a mirror, the moon was like a hook, and Niza played his dombra silently.

The distant sound of the piano spread far away, making the silent night seem less boring. Those who were upset also calmed down, and their hearts entered an ethereal state of mind that they had never experienced before.

When the weather got hot during the day, they would choose to find a shady and windless place to set up their tents, stop to eat and rest, and then continue their journey at night.

After another two days of traveling, they finally arrived at Dukuba, another important town in the Sarand Emirate.

This is a Sarranid-style city like Shariz, but it does not have the grandeur and cleanliness of Shariz as a royal city, and its prosperity is also slightly lower than that of Shariz City.

However, according to the innkeeper, this was also because of the war with the Khergit Khanate. If the trade route was smooth, the prosperity here would be no less than that of the royal city of Shariz. The wooden stakes used to tie camels and horses were everywhere in the city, which indirectly confirmed that what the innkeeper said was true.

They had a sumptuous meal of hand-pulled mutton, picked a few upper rooms, washed the dust off their bodies thoroughly, and prepared to have a good rest before setting off again tomorrow.

Just as Axe was about to lie down to rest, he was disturbed by a burst of crying that made him feel irritated.

Although they lived in the upper rooms, the rooms in this era were nothing compared to the hotels in his original world. Not only were the rooms not soundproofed, the entire hotel was not very big, so the crying sounded very real.

The key point is that the cry was mournful and wailing. It was not the cry of a woman, but clearly the cry of a middle-aged man. What kind of hatred or resentment could make a middle-aged man full of vigor and vitality cry in such a shrill tone?

Aix was upset and angry, and couldn't help but call his boss to find out what was going on.