The village of Ras Il. This small village in the desert is barely inhabited by a dark river that makes it easy to live with wells. The land in the village is scarce and the grain production is low, but fortunately, the population is small, and it is still possible to support twenty or thirty families. The men of the village worked as guides and porters for the merchants, while the women were responsible for farming.

The quiet village was greeted this afternoon by a noisy caravan, strangely they did not bring any goods, among them were the wounded, led by an old man of about fifty years of age, with gray hair, a beard like a lion's mane, and a burly physique. After learning that a doctor from the wandering side was temporarily living here, more than a dozen injured people immediately crowded the poor doctor's residence. After a short settlement, the old man ordered the men to camp in the village and look for a home where the wounded could spend the night, while the two young chieftains began to wander around the village.

The young man at the head was about seventeen or eighteen years old, not very tall, but as strong as a cheetah, with black hair, light wheat skin, black left eye, dark blue right eye, and his appearance could be regarded as handsome. The young man next to him was about twenty years old, with a slender figure, curly brown hair, fair skin, and blue eyes like a lake, a handsome young man like a white crane. Closely following the young man at the head caused a great contrast: a retinue that stood out more than the master was a strange sight. And the appearance of this handsome young man has long attracted the attention of the young women of the village.

A child's noise caught the attention of the two, and they saw several older children beating a smaller child, shouting and scolding as they did: ",, you are not allowed to say that you are a Yaqui, do you hear me!" ”

Seeing this, the boy immediately stepped forward to drive the children away, only to see that although the child who had been beaten was covered in scars, there was not a single tear, and his skin was not the sun-tanned skin of the Yaqui people, but a natural dark brown color, which was a unique skin color of the Nubians south of Yaqui, except that the Nubian skin color was pure black. Probably one of the child's parents is Nubian, right? The boy took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from his body and asked, "What's your name?" Bub? Are you Nubian? ”

"It's not! I'm a Yaqui! My name is Alam. I'm eleven years old, don't call me little one! Apparently he was rather upset with not identifying him as a Yaqui, so much so that the answer was hostile.

The young man smiled when he heard this: "Ah, I'm sorry, I was rude." Aram of Yaki, you are a man, and you have not shed a tear when you have been bullied. Brave men should be respected. My name is Li Tianhao, and this is Mueller, my subordinate. Nice to meet you. The young man, Muller, nodded in acknowledgement.

"Hello ...... well!" Alam was apparently quite satisfied with being called a man, and suddenly became shy. Li Tianhao took a closer look at this young man named Alam, although his figure was thin, his proportions were quite well-proportioned, his big brown eyes flashed with light, his slightly upturned nose and thick lips, he was a pretty beautiful child. Li Tianhao couldn't help but touch Alam's head, but found that Alam's eyes were fixed on the knife he was wearing at his waist. Li Tianhao immediately untied it, this is a silver knife, in addition to exquisite workmanship, its sharpness is also above the level, and more importantly, the scabbard is inlaid with three gems of red and yellow orchid, which is a top grade produced in Syndica.

"Like this?" Li Tianhao raised the knife in his hand.

Alam shook his head reflexively, then nodded again.

"Okay, I can give it to you, but what do you exchange it for me?"

Alam tilted his head in thought, then ran home with a puff of smoke, and a moment later brought a small wooden sword.

Li Tianhao looked at the wooden sword with a smile: "Okay, deal." But Aram, real weapons are only used on the battlefield, they are not tools used to show off and bully the weak, you understand? ”

"Hmm." I don't know if Alam understood the meaning, but I couldn't see it on his happy face.

At dusk, just as Li Tianhao and Muller were about to return to the camp to rest, two people hurriedly chased after them, one was Alam and the other was a woman, she was dark-skinned, and it seemed that she was a pure Nubian, presumably Alam's mother.

The woman bowed respectfully: "Sir, I want to apologize to you, my child has deceived you of such a valuable item, please forgive his ignorance, please take back this knife." ”

Li Tianhao looked at the woman and said with a smile: "Deception? Oh no, I swapped it with him, please don't blame your child. ”

"Sir, I think you're mistaken, your knife is worth at least forty silver coins......"

"Not forty silver coins, ma'am, but a hundred gold coins." Looking at the woman who was so surprised that she couldn't speak, Li Tianhao smiled and continued: "In exchange, this wooden sword that Alam gave me, although the workmanship is rough, but it is abnormally bright, you can't do this if you don't play with it every day, so this is your child's treasure, I exchanged a saber for a treasure, isn't it worth it?" ”

The woman was dazed. Li Tianhao said again: "Believe me, madam, I am a businessman, and businessmen will not let themselves suffer." Also, to reward you for your honesty, I give you a hundred silver coins. As he spoke, he took out a bag full of money from behind him.

"Oh, no, sir, I can't take it." The woman's expression was resolute.

"That's good. This is my gift to the manly Alam Arm. You have a noble heart, and I hope that you will use this money to educate this child, and he will definitely succeed in the future. After placing the money bag in the woman's hand, Li Tianhao saluted her and turned back to the camp. Müller bowed as well, and followed his master.

The setting sun on the horizon has stained the entire village red.