Magellan leaned back, almost turning into a rolling gourd, and the flying carpet started so quickly that he didn't react at all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wind was blowing, Magellan couldn't open his eyes when he sat on the flying carpet, and when he wanted to speak, he opened his mouth and was poured into his throat by the wind, and he coughed for a long time before he recovered.

After such a toss, he also learned to be obedient, the scarf blocked his mouth and nose, sat honestly, closed his eyes, and tried to see if he could fall asleep, and someone would naturally wake him up when he arrived at the place.

It turned out to be a very wise decision, and I don't know how long it was, but the flying carpet entered the desert, and a grit hit Magellan's eyelids at every turn, and it hurt his eyelids, and if his eyes were open, it would be even more uncomfortable.

Later, the wind and sand became stronger, and Magellan understood why he had to bring a blanket as long as he walked for half a day. He put the blanket over his body, and curled his whole body into it like a small tent, although it was stuffy, but at least it was better than being buried in the sand.

Magellan sat on the flying carpet, just struggling to support it, and half a day made people feel like half a year, which was really tormenting.

Then very suddenly, Magellan felt the flying carpet fall back, he was already shrinking, this time his head hit directly on the flying carpet, fortunately this thing was soft, and he didn't suffer any injuries, just dizzy for a while.

Lifting the blanket covering his head, Magellan saw that he had arrived at his destination, he moved his numb legs with difficulty, got off the flying carpet and sat directly on the ground.

The countess got off the flying carpet at the same time as him, and she looked as clean as usual, but the blanket did not move at all. Magellan can only sigh in his heart on the side, everyone has different talents.

The people who were waiting for them here didn't look like mages at all, they looked like real nomadic tribes, dusty and covered in the marks of wind and sand. Behind these men was a caravan of camels, quite numerous, carrying packages of various sizes, which looked like a caravan.

The leader of these people was a bearded middle-aged man, who saw the flying carpet arrive, and walked straight towards the countess: "We will rest here for three days, and then we will set off in three days." ”

The countess nodded, but said nothing.

"Has there been any bad weather in the last three days?" Magellan struggled to his feet.

"Sandstorms. The middle-aged man was concise and to the point.

Magellan looked around, and it was on the edge of an oasis, not far away was a sparse date grove, and the oasis didn't look very large, just a small area.

Encountering a sandstorm in such a small oasis is not lucky, and at best it is not the worst.

"Do you want us to help?"

"No, we've got a countermeasure," the middle-aged man said in Bretonian, with an accent, but fluent, "and the guests will rest in the oasis." ”

Magellan nodded and said nothing more.

There weren't many people who came together this time, and the things they brought were all magic items that could be reduced, and some of the necessities that occupied the space were prepared by the people here, so after the three flying carpets arrived, everyone was there.

They were probably more military than explorers, well-trained, and soon set up camp in the oasis.

"Are these His Majesty's men?" asked the countess in a whisper as he entered the tent.

"No, it's all the Prime Minister's people. ”

"One thing is important......"

Magellan was halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by the countess.

"They are absolutely reliable. ”

"You may not have seen the passion for immortality of people with power, and that's scary, really. Magellan trusted the countess's judgment, but he still wasn't completely relieved.

"Okay, that's put aside for now, let's take a look at the plan. ”

The countess clapped her hands, and an area on top of the tent became transparent, and light came in to illuminate the tent. Furniture slowly appeared in the empty place with the sound of gears turning, and as the final roll of maps was spread out on the table, the tent returned to silence, and by this time, it was already a place that looked neat and comfortable.

"We won't have to do anything until the mage uses the Seal Ring from Professor Cook to open their vault and retrieve Reinhardt's relics. ”

The countess showed Magellan on the map where the mage's secret was located.

"We are almost certain that the Holy Grail was further east, because Reinhardt only saw the Holy Grail, but he didn't take the Holy Grail with him. There is no doubt that there is a strong fortress and a power that will not decay over time guarding the artifact - and it is likely that Reinhardt has joined the force. ”

"There should be no problem with that, legend has it that an emperor of the Eastern Loren Empire went on a mission to the East with the Holy Grail and ended up leaving the holy relic in the farthest place he went. This legend involves a lot of historical details, except that the missionary is unlikely to be the emperor himself, and the rest should be historical. ”

"But the scope is too big. The countess drew a range on the map with her fingers, "Then comes the most important moment, you must determine the location of the Holy Grail based on Reinhardt's relics. ”

Magellan thought about it, and finally shook his head: "What if you can't?"

"The mages probably won't do anything like handing us over to the caliphate, but they certainly won't help us get back to Brittany. ”

Magellan sat on his chair and spread his hands: "I'm afraid the mages have never given up on finding the Holy Grail, why do they still rely on us in the end?"

"What do you think?" said the countess.

"Unless they're pretty sure that the most important clue is Reinhardt's relics...... "Magellan said, feeling less troublesome, "what if they get something and drive us away?"

"I have not yet told them that the left hand of the world will come to Alpha. ”

"So?" Magellan didn't quite understand what Helen meant.

"You may not know the mages very well, their army once fought against the up-and-coming General Elizabeth in Emenchet, when Count Luna was already the head of the general's direct mage regiment. ”

"So you think that as soon as you tell them that the left hand of the world is coming, they will cry and cry out for our help?"

"It is said that the current caliph's magical advisor once worked with Count Luna. ”

"I do remember that Brittania suffered a big loss at Emenchet when Arafa allied himself with General Elizabeth, but I didn't expect a mage to actually enter the Emperor's wizarding order......" Magellan said again.

In fact, there is a widely circulated rumor, and many people are convinced, that is, the Wizard Order is the real harem of the king of the world.