"In the official documents of the human kingdom, the supreme being who inhabits the northern imperial capital is called the king, and on some official occasions, the scribes sometimes refer to the saint as the emperor in the ancient language in order to please him...... Since the king, it has been divided into fifth-class titles...... At the beginning of the founding of the country, the Heineman Emperor had established a 'Grand Duke' between the supreme king and the duke, as well as a grand duchy that was relatively independent of the dynasty, but in Heineman IV, the title of Grand Duke and the system of the Grand Duchy were abolished after the rise of the Dunaden family. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" - "The Sixth Royal House of the Human Epoch: Pritz" by Philip Hashutelle

The next morning, the convoy left the road and turned into the desert.

The sun had not yet fully risen, and the people in the convoy did not feel very uncomfortable, and even enjoyed the sunrise in the desert with great interest.

At noon, however, the fiery sun hung high in the sky, pouring the scorching heat from above. The delicate and thick yellow sand on the ground is the most powerful accomplice of the hot sun, not only absorbing the sun's sprinkling heat into its own body, but also doubling the heat into the surrounding air. Under the attack of the sun and the sea of sand, the whole desert is like a big steamer without water, and the travelers who walk on the desert are almost squeezed out of every drop of water by this natural steamer.

Even Beata, who was most looking forward to this desert trip, was deprived of her previous vitality by the desert heatwave, and she sat beside Hareddick with her head drooping, and occasionally picked up her own kettle and took a sip or two to replenish the water that had been robbed by the hot sun. Haredith saw the little mischief beside him who was constantly making trouble, and he was happy to be quiet, so he naturally ignored her, and drove the carriage silently forward. When the sun set down and the night covered the sky, and the deprived convoy could not continue to move forward and set up camp in the middle of the desert to rest, everyone except the drow elves was choked by the desert climate during the day. Everyone didn't even bother to prepare dinner, but just ate some dry food and got into their blankets and fell asleep.

Only Han Longqiang mustered up his spirits and began to arrange the personnel for tonight's vigil, but the knights from the Southern Forest were not much better off than those servants, so Haredik on the side offered to take on the work of the vigil.

"Really?" Han Long asked in surprise when he heard that the elves were willing to take on the job of the night watch.

Haredith picked up the fire in front of him with a wooden stick and said, "I don't like to work for free, but if you sword-wielding guys are tired, you will be in trouble in the future, so go to sleep, and leave the vigil to me." ”

The knights looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief, for it was not a pleasant thing to be on the vigil after a long day's work. But Han Long still said with some anxiety: "Nemo, although we are glad that you can keep vigil for us, but you are our guide, if you don't go to rest......"

Haredith interrupted Hanlon's words and snorted, "Don't worry, we elves are different from you humans, and the troublesome thing like sleep is not something I have to do every day. Then he waved his hand to the knights and continued, "Go to bed quickly, save some energy for tomorrow's journey, I don't want to camp in the desert tomorrow night." ”

Since Harradik had said so, the knights accepted the elf's kindness, and got into their own blankets, and in a short time they entered the dream. Haredik, who was sitting by the fire, took out the map and ruler he had with him, and then took out a palm-sized piece, carved several round holes of different sizes in the middle, and carved some wooden signs on the sides to make a gesture to the moon. Then he lowered his head and carefully measured the map with a charcoal pen and ruler, and began to calculate the position of the convoy. ...,

Haredith's willingness to take on the vigil was partly because he told the knights that he really didn't need much sleep as an elf, and secondly because the camouflage potion on his body was running out of effect and he had to replace it with a new one.

These potions, which could paint his pitch-black skin gray, were concocted by Harleydick before he set off, and although they were a good disguise for his identity as a drow elf, they also had an expiration date. If the old potions are not removed for more than a week, they will begin to decay and emit a pungent foul smell and detach from the user, and if left untreated, they will erode the user's skin and even flesh, causing the user to become highly toxic.

So when the night came and everyone in the convoy fell asleep, Haredike slipped out of the camp alone to wipe off the old potion on his body, and then put on a new coat before sneaking back quietly.

While the rest of the team is getting along well with Haredith, if these guys know that he's not the gray elf he is now called Nemo but a damn drow elf, will they continue to trust themselves or will they kill him with a knife?

The next morning, the convoy continued on its way, but no one was in the mood to enjoy the magnificent sunrise in the desert this morning, because the large fireball that was slowly creeping towards the sky was the culprit that dragged the convoy towards purgatory.

In order to lighten the burden on the horses, so that these Northland horses, who were not accustomed to the desert climate and carrying their luggage, would die of exhaustion in the middle of the road, and only entered the desert and began to rely on their own legs to advance in the desert except for the Baroness's family and the warlock.

At noon, the sun was unleashing its heat on the ground, and some of the people in the convoy who couldn't hold back their thirst drank all their allotment of water early, but they were limited to the quota of water set by Hareddick before the trip, and had to endure the fact that their throats were almost burning and thirsty, and slowly moved forward under the poisonous sun.

These travelers, with their heads under the scorching sun and their feet on the scorching desert, trudged under the tare of fatigue and thirst, did not see a single oasis of rest that Hareddick had mentioned until the sun began to set westward.

Naturally, some complaints and rumors began to spread from the crowd. Most people thought that the convoy should not leave the safe and comfortable trade lanes and run into the scorching desert to suffer, while some believed that there was no oasis to rest in front of them, and that it was just a lie told by Hareddick to trick everyone into the desert. Some people even believe that Hareddick is actually colluding with orc robbers to rob them, and when everyone is too tired to do so, these orcs will ride the blood dragon out of the sand dunes and kill everyone in general.

These rumors, which had been circulated among the servants only, reached the ears of the knights, and finally even the baroness mother and son in the carriage heard the rumors. The Baroness didn't believe the idle rumor, but Blake couldn't hold his breath, and he dropped out the window of the carriage and shouted to a knight who was guarding outside, "Hey, you, you, come here!"

The knight immediately came to his master's side, and Blake said, "You, go and ask that damned elven bastard up front of me what the hell the oasis he said is!"

After a while, the competent knight sent Blake's question to Haredith, who glanced at the knight, took out the strange plank, and gestured to the sun, then spread out the map and used his finger as a ruler to measure it, and then said to the knight, "With the current footsteps, it will take about another hour or two after sunset." ”...,

"It's going to take so long! Does he really want to kill us!" Blake was so angry that he almost jumped out of the carriage and ran to the front of the group, chopping Hareddick to pieces.

The Baroness, who was sitting next to Blake, calmed her son at this time, and then called Hanlon to his side and said, "Mr. Hanlon, I have heard my husband say that you used to be a knight instructor in Manuka, right?"

"Yes, ma'am. Han Long nodded and said.

"Then you must be as familiar with this desert as you are with your own back garden?"

"No, most of my time in Manuica was in the city, but I also had a few experiences of hunting in the desert, so I can't say how familiar I am, at most I can get home safely. Hanlon had some idea of what the Baroness wanted him to do.

"That's good. The Baroness clasped her hands together and smiled kindly at Hanlon, and said, "May I ask you to ride this beautiful steed in the direction of our guide, and see if there is really an oasis of rest ahead of us, as he has said?"

"I will gladly oblige, my lady. After making a standard knightly salute to the Baroness on his horse, Hanlon rode his horse straight ahead of the convoy with his legs between his legs.