Genshin Impact: Rise of the Desert

Watching Candice's departing figure, Ivan felt no emotional response, only gratitude towards her.

Ivan cannot fall in love with a complete stranger because of something.

Candice is indeed very beautiful, with big breasts, a round bottom, and a great figure. If I weren't the chief of the tribe, I would definitely want to date her or something.

Ivan tilted his head, and Kazuya and Ivan understood, and went out to prepare to send someone to escape.

Ivan glanced at Candice's retreating figure one last time and sighed, "I'm sorry, but I am first and foremost a tribal chief, and only then a man."

Admittedly, Ivan could live on his own in Aru village under the protection of Candice, but what about his people?

The Sharp Blade Forest, where the Moscow tribe was located, was two thousand miles from Aru Village. Along the way, countless gilded corps had passed, and of the thirteen thousand people, at least four thousand were unable to fight. By the time they arrived, they had suffered heavy losses, if not crippling injuries, at least a handful were dead.

Moreover, the other people in Aru Village may not necessarily accept it.

When the group arrived at the village entrance, Dolly was already waiting for them.

Dolly, like a fly preparing to feast on rotting flesh, rubbed her hands together, revealing a cunning and charming smile: "Hehehe, I... oh no. Clever Afanti, I have entrusted your sheep to the gilded caravan of the Tanit tribe to be placed at the northernmost tip of Hengnalana, at the junction of the grassland and the desert. Hehe, it's been a pleasant cooperation."

Ivan gave Dolly a deep look: "It is said that the rich man's wealth is made up of the corpses of countless Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas and Shudras. Now I have finally seen it for myself."

Dolly received hundreds of times more than she had given.

What did she give up?

Twenty thousand sheep were given to Ivan, and three thousand catties of salt were given to Aru Village.

They obtained the ability for the Grand Disciplinary Officer to temporarily prevent the investigation of contraband, and they monopolized half of the Kawan Post Station.

Kawan Station is the only trading place at the junction of the desert and the rainforest, and the profits there are considerable.

They, a bunch of hotheads, risked their lives and only got 20,000 sheep in return, while Dolly, with a wave of her hand, gained a large amount of sustainable business.

Dolly maintained her fake smile: "Oh dear, what are you saying, sir? Dolly doesn't know~"

Ivan, mounted on his horse, smiled at Dolly and said, "Lord Bai, may you live a long life. May the clear water flowing in your Casazale Palace turn into one ten-thousand-dollar Mora coin after another."

Clearly, Dolly appreciated this blessing.

Dolly's grin widened even further: "Hehe, take care, sir, and welcome to cooperate again next time."

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After a two-week ride, Ivan and his companions finally arrived at the location Dolly had designated.

From afar, one could see the gilded caravan of the Tanit tribe roasting lamb.

"Hiccup~ Hey buddy, the brothers just got back from the ruins and were given this errand by the Matriarch. We haven't had any meat for over a hundred days, and we've eaten about a hundred sheep. Sorry." The leader was a female [Wheeler Dancer] with gilded plaits, revealing large expanses of tanned skin. She hiccuped, her breath reeking of mutton, and pointed to a pack animal cart. "That cart has wine; consider it traded for sheep!"

When Ivan went over, he saw a two-ton pack animal lying on the ground, fast asleep, with a cart behind it filled with barrels of wine.

Pulling out the cork and smelling it, I realized it was rum, a favorite of Fontainebleau sailors.

Turning my head to look at the sea, I saw several broken boats, a body lying on the surface, and about a dozen guns.

Ivan was thrilled. He had once witnessed the Fontaine sailors attacking the Hilichurls with muskets from afar. One shot, and even a hextech mage couldn't save the Hilichurl!

"Brothers, take those iron bars... Damn it, you! You! You! Come with me!" Ivan ordered his men to retrieve the guns, and then noticed something on the broken steel ship. He excitedly pointed to a few men and prepared to lead the way down.

The impeller dancer watched in disbelief as Ivan took off his clothes, revealing his muscular abs and broad chest, which captivated the impeller dancer, leaving her mesmerized.

The impeller dancer suddenly pounced on Ivan: "Hey bro~ we've searched every inch of this stuff. The ship's just covered in scribbles and graffiti, such a waste of precious paper, nothing interesting at all~"

"Hush~" The Muscovites whistled and raised their eyebrows at their chieftain.

"Boss! Let's sleep with her, it's a waste not to!"

"Hahaha......."

With a "boom," laughter erupted from the crowd.

The desert is a region where men and women are equal; powerful men can have multiple women. Similarly, women can have multiple partners.

Ivan's mind was completely occupied with Fontaine Technology. They didn't sell guns, and it would take eighteen years to even have a chance to steal them. Now that they had a chance, how could Ivan not be excited?

Besides, Ivan had no interest in this woman who had been eating mutton for more than half a month and whose body was already tainted by the smell of mutton.

"Get lost!" Ivan cursed, throwing the turbine dancer aside before plunging headfirst into the sea.

The tribespeople looked at each other anxiously. Those whose names were called went into the sea, while the rest went to gather the sheep.

The impeller dancer spat: "Pah! Am I not even as good as those Fontaineese's goods?!"

Thinking that the more than one hundred sheep he had eaten were no match for a cartload of wine, he unloaded the wine from the cart and sped away with the pack animals.

"Consider the goods of the Fontaines as payment for your sheep!"

Ivan didn't look back and swam all the way to the nearest boat.

As soon as I boarded the ship, I saw a half-dead man dressed in scholar's robes slumped on the railing.

Rainforest scholars.........

Many scholars exiled to the desert were well taken care of by tribes or villages, who hoped they could make some contributions to the development of the tribes.

Unfortunately, the vast majority of these exiled scholars were monopolized by tribes and villages relatively close to the rainforest, such as Aru village and the Tanit tribe.

The Moscow tribe originally had several scholars, all students of the biophile school, who were exiled for researching interspecies hybridization. But they were all dead, and their research was unfinished before their deaths.

Perhaps, the Moscow tribe will welcome new scholars...