The caravan set out early the next morning, and in order to escape the midday heat, it walked a little more in the morning.

When I got up in the morning, I could see that many people's faces were a little tired, which was the sequelae of last night's carnival, but at this time, everyone returned to their original social form, indifferent continued to be indifferent, friendly continued to be friendly, and ordinary friendship met and nodded hello.

Leave what happened at night to the night, this is a saying that prevails in the wilderness.

Therefore, only a very large number of people found that there were two less people in the team unconsciously, but they didn't care too much, and only thought that they were left behind on the way yesterday, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

This is all normal in desert walking, nothing particularly concerned.

On Fryton's side, when Afar was free, he secretly ran over while his mother was not paying attention, and most of the time Azhu would follow him to help with it.

After a few more days, and a few fewer people in the procession, the caravan finally arrived at the small town of Korfando outside the desert city in the evening.

A big city like Desert City, surrounded by many such small towns, is responsible for providing all the living needs of the residents in Desert City, such as food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and the residents here also depend on this for survival.

The small town of Corfando is responsible for the "line", many caravans from the south will pass through this town, and then stay in this town, and the next day can reach Desert City by half a day's road.

Once here, the caravan was divided into two parts, the main body of the caravan in front of it went to the large inn in the town, and the rest of the travelers scattered to find a place to live. The trading relationship between the two is over here, the road from Corfando to Desert City is quite safe, and there will be wizard apprentices from the Wizarding Academy on the road, as long as you are careful, you will basically not encounter any danger.

However, this time the road was also extremely safe, and it was completely different from the usual situation where there would basically be a robber, and the caravan escort walked this journey with ease. This made some travelers feel a little good about the caravan, and speculated that perhaps it was their display of protective abilities that made the robbers see the facts clearly and not dare to attack.

If they run into them in the future, it may be so safe to continue to choose their caravan. Not a person thinks like this.

Only Flitton, who knew exactly why the road was so safe, walked away from the crowd without moving, led the carriage to an inn far from the caravan, and asked for two rooms.

At this time, Afaf, who had just learned that the trade between the caravan and the travelers following behind had ended, hurried out of the hotel and stood on the street. Looking at the crowded streets, lined with hotels, I don't know what to do.

"Miss! The young lady ...... "Azhu ran up from behind.

"I was going to give this to him...... I thought it was ......" Afif held a sachet in his hand and bowed his head and muttered.

"Miss, go back......" Ah Zhu knew about it from the beginning, two people who have not yet started to fall in love, they are going to separate, she has heard a lot of such stories, but every time she can deceive her tears, not to mention, it appears directly in front of her eyes.

It's just that the reality is like this, the two have never exchanged contact information before, and in such an era, once separated, the other side will really never meet again.

Flitton didn't know about this, and after arranging it in the hotel, he only monitored the surrounding area of a hundred meters, because it was close to Desert City, and maybe a dark wizard would come out and live in the small town of Corfando if he was not careful, so he was very careful to avoid unnecessary conflicts.

As the night wore on, the town of Corfando fell silent.

Day and night, this is two worlds, and it is not that there is no danger when you are close to Desert City, on the contrary, you encounter danger here more often. Some of the grievances in Desert City will affect these places, and the mystic adults who are high up in the sky, as long as they don't disturb them, will not pay attention to the killing that happened next to them.

People who understand will shrink into the hotel as soon as it gets dark and don't go out, and even go to rest early, in the desert island, a person may even encounter a hundred ways to die a day, which is also a funny saying of the people of the desert island.

Nearly midnight, Flitten came down from the stairs, pretended to feed the horses the night grass, and got into the carriage.

"Master."

"What's the matter?" Phil never left the carriage that had been transformed by witchcraft tricks, and came out of the Bering Islands, and in the months he passed, he tried many of his ideas once, and he no longer had any scruples, and he enjoyed the free space freely, and he improved a lot during this time.

This was the first time he had been so free since entering the wizarding world, and he had never let his guard down before either because he was afraid of the Black Tower Academy or the Dupont family.

So he cherished this time.

"Master, according to the plan, we are now in the small town of Korfando, and we will be able to reach Desert City tomorrow." Facing the slightly annoyed momentum of his master, Fliton was also a little uncomfortable, and replied carefully.

"Well, I see." The tension cleared, and Phil returned to the experiment. Once in Desert City, everything changes in the situation, so some things must be checked by Phil himself before he can make a decision.

"So, what about the caravan?" Freeton asked cautiously.

"Don't worry about it, anyway, after arriving here, we don't need to disguise anymore, so we don't need to continue to care about their life and death." Phil replied.

"Yes." Flitton said, and then he stepped out of the carriage and walked back to his room, and as he passed a corridor on the second floor, the moonlight shone coldly down on the ground like the frost of the night.

At this time, he seemed to feel something, looked up in the direction of the dense hotel in the small town of Corfando, and without any expression, he turned around and walked back to the room.

The next day, before he left the hotel, he heard someone say that the whole caravan had been killed overnight, and that the corpses had been piled up in front of the town and hung with human branches, which was a very cruel practice in the desert land, and it was said that the soul of man would be tormented forever by sticking people into the trees like branches.

Fliton didn't react, and together with Torre, when Larel Eli was ready, he drove the carriage towards Desert City.

When I passed the front of the town, I saw the tragic situation there, dozens of corpses pressed against several ink willows, blood flowing all over the ground, black and stinking.

Fliton looked up, and suddenly saw two familiar figures in the pile of corpses, one was Mu Ma, and the other was Azhu in a white veil.

The white veil on her body was as red as the hottest bonfire.