Link, who was unconscious, slowly woke up, calmed down, remembered what had happened last night, saw the fierce sunlight shining on the ground through the tent, realized that it was not too early, turned his head, and unsurprisingly saw Nyata kneeling beside her, in the tent she was not wearing a headscarf.

"Are you sick?" asked Niata, a little confused.

Link shook his head while feeling the still faint pain in his body, and when he saw Nyata, who was caring about him, he felt a little self-blamed, and after thinking about it for a while, he didn't hide anything and told everything about yesterday.

Njata was a little dizzy by the huge amount of information in Link's words, and the expression on her face changed back and forth, one moment fearful, one moment complaining, another moment glad, and then full of reproach to look at Link.

Link looked at Niata's big bright eyes, a little too weak to look at it, and thought of his curse with a sad face, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"What if we expose that the old priest is also a mage, and what if we expose the old priest's disrespect for the ancestral spirits?" Niata scolded Link for a while, and then actively thought of a solution.

Link shook his head: "We have no proof, he is the strongest spellcaster of the tribe, and the ancestral spirit is just his tool, and anything we say is just the crazy words of the evil mage, which will only make the clan even angrier." ”

Niata nodded heavily, and Link asked, "Where's the caravan, are you leaving?"

"Leave early in the morning and go to the tribes to the west. Niata paused and continued, "Then let's go and scatter the Tallinn Society! Anyway, we will be banished to the desert, and we still have stored supplies, which can be called a long time before we find the Scattered Tallinn Society." ”

Link hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "Under the current situation, it is very likely that the old priest will not keep us alive, and the tribe will not either, didn't banishing us to the desert force us to join the Tallinn Society and bring the enemy to the door to take revenge?" ”

Niata smiled stiffly, "Probably not—" Before she could finish speaking, her voice lowered, obviously thinking that Link had a point.

Link looked at Niata a little unbearable, forced himself to get up, came to the debris discarded by the old priest after inspection, picked up the stone carving, and handed it to Niata: "Can you use the identification technique to identify this magic item?"

Niata shook her head silently, seeing Link frowning at herself, she was stunned for a moment and said: "Although my spell book has this spell, I don't have the casting materials needed to cast the spell, pearls the size of pigeon eggs and owl feathers, these things can't be found in the desert!"

Link sighed, not knowing if it was an illusion, feeling the pain in his body start again, the old priest's curse was like a time bomb, not knowing when it would explode. Is it really necessary to give the stone carving to the old priest, and then wait for the old priest to release himself without resistance, and pray that the old priest will spare him?

Link gripped the stone sculpture in his hand fiercely, his knuckles turning a little white, "I don't want to pin my fate on the kindness of others!" But then, Link hung his head weakly.

In the face of the current situation, except to compromise with the old priest, Link can hardly see any other choice, the current situation, the best ending for Link is that the old priest will carve a stone, lift his curse, lock himself and Niata, and wait for the turmoil of the Tallinn Society to pass, and banish the two to the desert.

But even the best ending is full of uncertainty, the materials that Link and the others are hiding are not enough to get out of the desert, they have to find another way, and whether they will encounter all kinds of monsters in the desert after leaving the tribe, whether they will be plundered by hostile tribes, no one can say.

Thinking of this, Link was anxious and angry: "Is this the sorrow of the weak? The weak can only leave their fate to others to decide, and they hide helplessly and tremble, waiting for the strong to strike with thunder, or show mercy!" Link's right hand gripped the stone sculpture even harder, and a sharp bulge on the corner of the stone sculpture cut Link's palm, and the blood stains slowly oozing out.

"It's okay if you can't pass the level this time, if you can pass the level and pick up a life, you must work hard to study spells, become a strong man, and at least control your own destiny!

Niata looked listlessly at Link in a daze on the side, saw Link's hand injured, sighed and said, "Don't hurt yourself, save your strength to deal with the old priest!"

Desert flax is slightly different from the flax that Link knew in his previous life, compared to the species on Earth, the desert flax of the Manniu Desert is more dry and drought tolerant, and can still grow in oases with low moisture, unlike flax on Earth that can only grow in cool and moist places. Desert linen is breathable and sweat-wicking, making it suitable for wearing in the desert, and desert peoples also use it to bandage wounds.

Niata first skillfully applied the leftover medicinal powder to Link's hand, snatched the stone carving from Link's hand, put it aside, and gently wrapped Link's palm with linen, and Link looked at Niata with complicated eyes on the side.

"I'm sorry. Link said a little timidly that after he picked up the magic item, he intended to monopolize it, and checked it alone without consulting Niata, and finally accidentally sent out magic fluctuations to attract the old priest, exposing the identity of the magic apprentice, and also implicating Niata.

Niata shook her head and looked directly at Link: "If it were me, I would do the same, self-interest is human instinct, and even if I am here, I can't stop the magic fluctuations." ”

The two were relatively silent, and Link broke the silence: "Hand it over, just bet that the old priest won't kill us immediately." ”

Niata nodded solemnly, picked up the stone sculpture that was put aside, but froze suddenly, raised her head and looked at Link with a shining eye: "There are words, there are words on the stone carving!"

Link hurriedly lowered his head, and the stone carving stained with his own blood did not know when a word was revealed, and the abrupt white word was particularly conspicuous on the black stone carving: "Is it because of blood?" Link said thoughtfully.

Njata said happily: "It's the Nessera language, it must be the activation password, pronounced as Kanunaha, the meaning of the hope of the Nesser language, let's activate it." So saying, he went to get the stone carving.

Link hurriedly stopped Niata: "Activation will send out magic fluctuations, which will attract the old priest, and we don't know what magic effect this thing has, we don't know how often this thing can be activated, we can't activate it rashly." ”

"What then, why are you waiting?" said Niata, rather impatiently.

Link looked at the inconspicuous stone sculpture in front of him with a sad face, this thing didn't look like it had strong combat power, what should I do? Unfortunately, there was no spell material for the identification technique.

A shout from outside the tent interrupted Link's distress: "Take up arms!