It's a good night to run.

The sweltering, sticky linen robe wore through the last thin line of defense between reason, morality, and demons. Fear and heat put too much pressure on the devil's hinges, and Santos finally made up his mind to abandon the caravan he had built up in half his life and the reputation he had built up for the rest of his life—he chose to leave the rest of the caravan and run away alone.

The magic trick eventually worked, and the spell items purchased from the mages at high prices in Nome City worked: the Boots of Tranquility, which allowed him to slip away without leaving any footprints in the sand when he pretended to go to the toilet, the Concealment Belt to hide his fat body when he slipped away, and the alchemy potion that eliminated his own scent ensured that the beast with the form of a tabby cat would not be followed by its scent.

The shrewd Santos knew that the journey to escort Skuma's raw materials was a trap, and his caravan of sand rhinos was the most important part of the trap - the bait. It's just that the person who is running this trap behind the scenes needs the Sand Rhino Caravan, not him, the owner of the Sand Rhino Caravan.

If you sneak away alone, you may be chased by those people, but they may also let themselves go for the time being in order to continue the trap. The probability of this depends on the proportion of the bait you occupy and the time when the trap is activated.

However, Santos guessed that as long as he was well prepared, the chance of escaping alone should be more than 50%, and if he chose to stay in the caravan, there was really only a dead end.

In fact, his guess was correct, and after discovering that he had fled but searched to no avail, the enraged Rakshasa turned into the true form of a tiger-headed human body, and killed several sand lizard warriors in succession to vent his anger - those original caravan guards and riders were part of the trap, and there was no room for error. After the mood subsided a little, Rakshasa himself changed into Santos and continued to lead the sand rhino caravan forward.

Relying on the stars in the sky to discern the direction is an introductory skill for desert merchants, and Santos is naturally proficient in this way. According to his estimates, his current location was still hundreds of miles away from Nome City, and the distance from the Oasis of the Elven Court of Sasan was much closer. As a big businessman on the rich side, he naturally understands the truth of the "Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit", and there was a stall he secretly set up in the Grand Bazaar of the Sashan Elf Royal Court tribe many years ago. At this time, as long as he rushed there to take out the money and supplies, and then fled to other cities a little further away from the Medici Empire, he would not have a chance to make a comeback in the future.

While running, the breeze gradually rises in the desert, which is a conscription for rain.

"With this rain, the smell behind me should be much lighter, and it must be more difficult for the thief cat to catch up. Santos's nervousness was stirred by the sudden wind of rain, and then it was much soothed. With the air flow from running, the sweat-soaked linen robe that was wrapped around his body was gradually dried, at least no longer fitting the surface of his body, which also made him feel much more comfortable.

Just as the fat merchant's mood began to adjust itself in a positive direction, several black dots rushing from a distance disrupted the process. Santos recognized it as the moa rider of the Sashan tribe, so he slowed down and stopped all the spell items on his body. He could see the comers, so those desert elves could naturally see themselves clearly in advance if they were not sentinels, so he didn't hide the gem rings he was wearing on his hands, but just took them off and held them in the palm of his hand. I hope these things are useful, the fat merchant secretly prayed.

"Who are you?" said the moa riders who had suddenly arrived stopped in front of Santos and surrounded him in the middle. Their spears were raised horizontally, less than a foot from Santos' linen robes.

The nervous fleeer swallowed a mouthful of saliva before replying in the language of the desert elves: "I am a merchant, and my caravan has encountered sand bandits, and only I have escaped." I've been to this emerald land in the middle of the desert, and I'm here to seek refuge. ”

Santos took out both the gemstone ring he was holding in his hand and the money bag in his arms, the former lying flat on top of his head and the latter simply opening the seal—a valuable lesson for a businessman, who sought refuge only by handing over valuables in exchange. The silver Kate in the purse can prove that she is capable of spending in the bazaar of the court of Sashan, which can save her from being taken as a slave by the desert elves as useless.

Experience is valuable because it can be useful when it matters most, and Santos's experience with the desert elves has saved him from danger. After accepting the gemstone ring as a "shelter fee", several moa riders continued their patrol route and "escorted" him to the Oasis of Sashan.

"It seems that the recent war with the Salem tribe has made the Sashanite elves much more vigilant. During the dozen miles of walking, Santos saw dozens of sentry squads similar to the moa riders around him. Most of them just waved from afar as they passed by, and then continued their patrols, looking hurried.

When they reached a point where they could already see the bonfire in the oasis of Sashan's court, a sand dune that suddenly appeared in view caught Santos' attention. He had been to this land controlled by the tribe people many times, and although he did not know everything about the grass and trees, he knew the scene around him by heart. For those who make a living in the desert, the sand dunes that are very uniform in the city are actually different. And in the vicinity of the oasis, new dunes rarely appear in a short period of time due to the fact that the soil is mostly gravel. In particular, the dense desert elven vigilantes around this sand dune made Santos even more curious.

The Captain of the Sentinel, who was called "Escort" but "Overwatched" his movements, sensed his strange gaze, and the alert Desert Elf stopped his mount and pointed his spear back at the fat merchant who claimed to have come to seek "refuge". "I'm just," Santo scrambled to defend himself. However, after the night's raid, the nervous nerves of Sasha seemed to have completely lost their patience, and the moa rider gave up his previous plans and prepared a spear to draw an end to the "escort" operation.

It's just that before the spear can catch the target in front of him, the mutation protrudes—

A huge predator suddenly sprang under the sand, and with a fatal leap it knocked the moa rider to the ground. He didn't even have to bite, just stabbed the rider to the ground with a frightening claw, along with his mount. The spears handed over by the other moa riders in shock didn't hurt the monster in the slightest, and the tip of the spear either cut through its hard armor or broke in two. The beast only swam back and forth for a few rounds before killing the remaining desert elves in its claws.

With that, it smiled at Santos, who was shivering as he lay aside—though the fat merchant shouldn't have been able to decipher the monster's expression, he knew it was a smile.

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