Link picked up the water bag on his waist, drank it vigorously, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, looked at the hanging "Atta", lowered his head and continued to pick the cumin fruit on the ground. The small, round fruit had a fine layer of white fluff attached to it, and it was a little prickly in the palm of his hand, and Link glanced at Nyata on the side, and saw that the other party was also bending over to do the same labor.

Because of the relationship between the Santarin Society scout, Link and the others did not dare to return to the hut where they practiced magic before, so they could only collect some spices around the oasis, and take advantage of the absence of the tribe's patrol team to take time to practice magic, but the frequency was definitely not as frequent as before, so Link's progress in learning first-level magic was still slow, and there was no obvious progress in the past few days.

Looking at the cumin fruit in his hand, Link missed his life in his previous life very much, which made Link think of the food in his previous life. This kind of desert cumin is similar to the species of Link's previous life, they are very dry and drought tolerant, and can also grow well in the sandy soil area where shrubs grow in the desert, due to the huge temperature difference between day and night in the desert, this desert cumin has a unique sweet and spicy taste, it is a unique spice produced in the desert, and it is very popular with the caravan that comes to the tribe to trade, because the caravan is coming, in recent days, the free people of the tribe have been looking for spices around the oasis in large numbers, and there have been a few times that they have almost broken the two of Link who practice magic, which is very thrilling.

Niata carefully gathered the cumin on the side, rubbed the fluff on it with her palm, revealing the emerald green fruit, and then divided the cumin collected by the two into two small bags, one more and one less.

The less one is handed over to the tribe, and the more one is privately hidden, the tribe does not need to spend money, and the distribution system according to work is adopted, the more spices the free people gather, the more food will be distributed, but for the two Link, it makes no sense to distribute more food in the tribe, it is better to hide some precious spices and escape from the desert and sell them at a good price.

Link glanced at the patrol passing not far away, and sighed, I haven't been able to practice magic today, due to the appearance of the Santarin Society Scout, the patrol of the tribe has been very active recently. Much to Link's frustration.

Niata looked very calm, and quietly glanced at the passing patrol: "Let's stay away and see if there is a chance to practice." ”

Link hesitated a little: "The reconnaissance team of the Santarin Society doesn't know where to go, Zacia led people to attack that supply point before, and no one was found, isn't it a little dangerous for us to be too far away?"

Niata just looked at Link calmly, and Link was stared at a little numb, so he could only follow Niata to avoid the patrol and walk into the distance.

The two of them slowly climbed over a low sand dune, moved the shade of a tall sand dune, paused slightly, and saw that there was no situation, and prepared to practice.

Niata took out the parchment book that she had hidden close to her, and began to continue teaching Link Elves and Dragons, the lingua franca of Link, who was already proficient in conversation and could read and write simply.

Holding the parchment book that still carried the girl's body temperature, Link didn't feel like an ape at all, and now saving his life was the most important thing, and he didn't care about anything else.

Link began to read and write the words in the book under Njata's instruction, and Nyata corrected Link's pronunciation from time to time, and Link also held Niata's spellbook from time to time, struggling to make out the arcane text on it. After Link remembered about it, Link began to meditate on his own and exercise his mental powers, while Niata sat down and pulled out another parchment book, and also took out a charcoal pen, and started calculus under Link's embarrassed gaze.

Link looked at Niata, who was working on the problem seriously, and thought to himself that if he had studied hard when he was in school, it would have been easier to learn magic now?

While thinking wildly, Link guided his spiritual power, and Link continued to release his spiritual power, constructing it according to the spell model on the Niata spell book, feeling his consciousness.

Niata was concentrating on practicing the topics in the book and exercising her logical thinking skills, while looking around vigilantly, for fear that someone would find out what she and Link were doing. From time to time, he cast a complicated gaze on Link, who was exercising his mental strength.

His titular brother is now a mage like himself.,In fact, I don't have a too deep relationship with him.,Teaching magic.,Helping him get rid of his status as a shepherd slave is just using him to escape from the desert.,If you encounter danger.,If you can escape, you will definitely escape without hesitation, right?

Nyata thought aimlessly, and for a moment shifted her mind to the caravan that would arrive in a few days, thinking about how to infiltrate the caravan and what to do if it was exposed.

Suddenly, when Link was about to cast his apprentice magic and practice spells, a camel bell rang from behind the low sand dunes on the side, and without waiting for Njata's urging, Link stopped casting spells and began to quickly put away all the books with Njata, took out the harvested desert cumin and pretended to start cleaning up.

A camel with a man walked slowly, a thin young man in a dark robe led the camel in front, and two warriors with large shoulders and round waists followed behind with short spears on camels, and the owner of the camel was the old priest of the tribe.

The old priest looked sharply at Link and the two, and motioned for the apprentice who was leading the camel in front of him to lead the camel towards them.

Link looked at the old man who was angry with Zacia because of the loss of his only son, his wrinkled skin wrapped around his thin body, his gray hair was not carefully groomed, and when he got closer, he could smell a stench peculiar to the elderly, and although his eyes were sharp, there was a sense of sadness and confusion. Link and the two were secretly on guard, and the two guards of the old priest also held their hands on the short spear and secretly exerted their strength. No one spoke for a moment.

The old priest was the first to break the silence: "The young man is really energetic now, he has gathered spices here, are all your spices picked from the sand?"

Link's heart sank, and he said respectfully: "My lord, we just want to find a place in the shade to clean up the cumin we have collected." ”

The old priest smiled mockingly: "It's so lazy, no wonder you want to become a shepherd slave." ”

Link pursed his lips and decided to ignore the other party and find a way to coax him over, anyway, he was going to run away in a few days.

Just as Link was about to speak, the old priest suddenly leaned down from the camel and approached Link, who clearly smelled the old priest's bad breath and smiled mysteriously.

"Zacia is going to let you run away with the caravan, right?"