The wind in the desert is tangible. The wind blows through the dunes and the shape of the gravel it brings is its shape.

Mahazar Ishv's deep eagle eyes looked at the wind on the dunes, swirling and taking away layers of sand and dust. The scorching sun was exposed to the desert, and the white walls of Questak in the distance were shining under the sun. This ancient king was like a dry bone in the middle of the desert.

After being patronized by vultures, only the rugged bones were left - at least in the eyes of these habitual bandits, this is true. However, under the dry bones, there are countless wealth and legends, beautiful women and beautiful palaces, where everything they long for and are crazy about.

But unfortunately, they can only dream of such a crazy scene in their beautiful dreams - just like that ancient legend, the emerald dark star swallowed everything and the earth fell into the doomsday.

But before the end of the world comes, the indulgent people will go crazy first.

Several sand thieves were riding on sand lizards. This kind of creature unique to the desert is tall and strong. Like all the sub-root lizards, they walk upright with their feet, with sharp claws at the toes, and rows of bright and beautiful feathers for courtship, and rows of dagger-like teeth appear in their cracked mouths.

This is the horse of the desert people, unlike the gentle pack beasts like Balgo. They are born for battle, coming and going like the wind, as if they are born to match the lives of the sand thieves. In comparison, Bein's sand knights prefer to use the earth dragon, with a larger body, and take on the heavy armor of the knight.

Several riders came to the dunes and stood with the king of sand thieves. These were the latter's old friends for many years, so Mahazar Ishv didn't care about such an "offensive". In other words, as a legend above the desert, a ruthless character who can stop the child from crying at night, and a person who truly dared to challenge his authority has not yet been born.

He was wearing a gray-brown robe, with a headscarf wrapped around his head, a dark face, and a few interlaced deep scars on his face, adding a bit of cruelty to him. The king of the sand thief was holding his scimitar with one hand, standing upright on the back of the sand lizard like a javelin, tightly pursing his lips into a line, and a tea falcon standing on his shoulder, a common raptor in the desert.

His dark brown eyes looked quietly in the distance.

There is not much time left.

He only pursues money and wealth, power and status, wine and women, but if he has the opportunity to set fire here-

The eyes of the King of Sand Thieves flashed with cruel and bloodthirsty light. The deep eyes seemed to have reflected the sky-sky fire - the flames were burning, the palace collapsed and collapsed, the woman screamed and cried, and gold, silver and jewelry reflected the fire, which was heart-wrenching.

Mahazar Ishv stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, which were dry and cracked.

...

Although Fang Yu was not found, he was a little disappointed, but he could only accept this result.

He thanked the Southern Alliance's summoner first, and then prepared to leave with Luo Yu and the box. But before he could take a few steps, a middle-aged man with frosted temples suddenly appeared in front of the two and spoke to them: "You really want to know what happened ten years ago?"

Fang Zhuan was stunned when he heard this voice and looked at the other person: "It's you!" He almost shouted out in a flash - the middle-aged man in front of him was wearing a gray alchemist coat, the wool cloth surface looked gray, with metal gloves in one hand, and a strange tattoo on the right neck above the collar - his face was serious and his eyes were deep, giving people the feeling of two sharp swords.

He had seen this man in Tansnier. It was the "wandering alchemist" of Inhanz type 4 at the Sand Hostel. The other party dared to appear in this place, Questak, the capital of Istaniya, under the nose of the sand king.

Fang Yu pressed one hand on the crystal on his chest, almost subconsciously summoning the flexible structure. But he watched the middle-aged man standing in front of him motionlessly, only looking at him calmly. Suddenly, the movements on his hands slowed down, hovered an inch above the crystal, and finally slowly put down his hands and gave up the idea.

He looked at the caller who was a little surprised, then looked at the latter, and understood what he understood.

"you?"

"It's a cooperative relationship."

Fang Yu frowned. Is the "wandering alchemist" in front of him also an ally of Ye Hua? Then should he be considered a person on the side of the king of sand Babaltan? The logic he established before could not help but become a little confused at this moment. The eldest princess claimed that the wandering alchemist had a close relationship with the victim of her mother's queen, and even participated in the attack that day.

And at this moment, this person appeared in the camp of the King of Sands Babartan. Does it mean that the attack ten years ago was not as simple as imagined? The King of Sands may have some deeper reasons for the house arrest of the eldest princess. The answer, which was gradually clear, once again sinks into darkness in Fang Rong's heart.

But the other party seemed to see what he was thinking and spoke: "I guess you must think that ten years ago a group of wandering alchemists attacked the princess, and I was one of them."

Fang Yu looked at the other party in a daze.

The middle-aged man looked at the movements in his hand and couldn't help but shook his head gently: "Actually it's not surprising that he has this idea, because someone is deliberately guiding such a result. This trick has never changed over the years. I don't even have to look for clues, I can guess it--"

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment.

Who is guiding such a result?

Whose trick is this?

But he understood at least one thing. Fang Yu thought for a while, then raised his head and asked, "You want to tell me that you are not a wandering alchemist ten years ago, but how do you know how His Highness the Great Princess views all this? What do you want to prove when you tell me this?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He asked several questions in a row.

But the middle-aged man didn't answer any of them and asked back, "Do you really want to know all this?"

This was almost the second time he asked this question. Fang Yu was slightly stunned when he heard it, and then he remembered that he was here to find Afeifa's whereabouts, but somehow, as if he was a traitor. At this moment, a strange thought arose in his mind - since he arrived in Tansnier, all kinds of incidents have come one after another, but behind them, all of them have been connected with the attack ten years ago.

Afeifa will not disappear for no reason, there must be someone planning something behind this. The attacks ten years ago seem to be incompatible with everything that happens now, but perhaps they are connected through a potential connection. Under the complex clues on the surface, there must be an invisible line hidden.

The missing clue may be hidden in the lost section of the past story-

He had a strong desire in his heart, and he might be able to find some unknown clues from that story. Those clues might be the last invisible part of his own, but the premise is that he must figure out what the motive of the person in front of him is.

He never forgot that the battle at Tansniersha Hostel - the other party seemed to be a person on the wanted list of the Xingmen Port military. Of course, he could not trust such a person easily.

But he nodded slightly in the end.

The other party gave in a slightly side, gave out a passage, and signaled him to enter. Fang Yu looked at the entrance of the black wine house, and for a moment he had an illusion, as if there was a magic cave like a sea of ​​swords and fire behind him. But the illusion quickly faded away like a tide, and he took a breath and walked forward.

The box behind the back looked at each other. The latter was a little worried, but the former followed indifferently.

The middle-aged man did not let Fang Zhu walk in front, but led the way in front.

After entering, it was just an ordinary hall, not the hundreds of knives and axe players who were ambushing the left and right as Fang Yu imagined. The light in the hall was bright, no different from what he had seen a few days ago, and there were many guests. The departure of the King of Sand and the disappearance of a girl did not seem to have any intuitive impact on this ancient royal city.

People still live the same life as before. The dust that passes through the undulating sunlight seems to be sealing every day in this ancient city - day after day, there is no change. However, undercurrents that people cannot detect are still surging forward, shaping and promoting the future of this sand country bit by bit.

After walking for a while, the voice of the middle-aged man came from the front:

"Baltan was investigating the death of the princess ten years ago. At that time, the eldest princess was underage and the little princess was still in her infancy. The things that the princess investigated were nothing to the man's eyes. Of course, she was also very outstanding. She might be able to step closer in the future, but the princess of the Sand may not be able to wait..."

He turned around and looked at Fang Ling with a dark brown gaze: "You have served the Grand Princess, and from the very beginning, you have known the supreme in the deep palace. It may take some more time to find out your origin. You should know the position of Ye Hua and Governor Beiyin. It is not strange that they have learned this news."

"I had a good personal relationship with Ye Hua. It's not surprising that he told me this-"

"Then do they know that you snatched the Inhanz 4 at the Sand Hostel?"

The middle-aged man turned around again and asked back, "So does Su Changfeng know what you did in Beining?"

"That was your first move, we had no choice."

"Who isn't?"

The two walked out of the hall and entered the courtyard behind. The middle-aged man looked at the aisle in front and said, "I have to do it with a handy tool to achieve some goals. If you think I have violated the Star Gate Declaration, it doesn't matter - anyway, the people from Star Gate Port are also wanting me, right?"

Fang Yu suddenly reacted: "Do you know Su Changfeng?"

The middle-aged man did not answer.

He moved slightly in his heart, looked at the other person's back, and asked again: "You are the caller."

The other party was still silent.

But not answering also means that this possibility is defaulted.

In fact, Fang Zhu had already seen this, and he suddenly realized that how could Xingmen Port want some indigenous people for no reason? Then there is only one possibility that these wandering alchemists were originally the callers - but this idea was even greater than the shock that it originally brought him.

The middle-aged man in front of him is at least forty or fifty years old. Generally speaking, the candidate's strength will be greatly deteriorated after he is thirty-five because of the same tune with the glow material. However, he personally experienced the battle with the other party. In that battle, the strength shown by the other party was at least at the top level in the first world.

If this is the strength after degeneration, how strong is it before degeneration?

The Ten Kings may not reach this level, right?

At this time, the middle-aged man walked and said, "As a wanted criminal, you can choose not to believe what I said - in fact, you can choose to listen or not. However, the story itself has little to do with me. If you think I am explaining something to you, you only need to listen to it and understand it."

"About the attack ten years ago?" Fang Yu asked.

The middle-aged man nodded.

He paused for a moment, as if recalling something. After a while, he said again: "When you came to Ye Hua that day, I was actually listening. You mentioned that note at that time, but Ye Hua did not tell you the origin of the note--in fact, he knew it. As for not telling you, do you know why?"

Before Fang Zhuo could speak, the middle-aged man continued: "It was probably because he didn't want you to get involved in such a thing. Ten years ago, about the ban No. 7, about the then Kaurin royal family, the Istanian royal family, and your involvement in the dispute between Babaltan, the king of the sand, and the great princess, all seemed a bit too deep in his opinion."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "As a caller - no, he should be a qualified caller. Of course he does not want you to violate the Stargate Declaration. This is probably the biggest difference between me and him." The middle-aged man turned around again: "Your name is Ed, right? He has the same name as the great alchemist in history. I ask you a question, do you think rules are important or justice is important?"

Fang Yu was stunned immediately.

Rules and justice, but isn’t the Stargate Declaration just among the conveners?

Seeing his thoughts, the middle-aged man smiled: "The Star Gate Declaration is an improvement, but the fusion and mutual influence between the two worlds have been decided from the moment the Star Gate opens. And this relationship is destined to become closer and closer. One day, new troubles will come. The Star Gate Declaration only restrained the past, but how can it determine everything in the present? Everything in the Battle of Byrne thirteen years ago has long explained many problems."

"In the era when the Stargate Declaration was signed, only the Earthlings could go to Aitalia, but can the Stargate Declaration foreseeable situations like this?"

"The mutual influence of the two worlds has become an irreversible process unless the Star Gate is closed again. In this case, it is already an inappropriate thing for the candidates to behave themselves under the framework of the Star Gate Declaration in the past, or pretend to be noble."

Fang Yu listened silently.

Such remarks are actually not novel. There are frequent such unconventional voices in the community. To be honest, he does not agree with these remarks very much, or rather, he does not agree with the other party's behavior. The Star Gate Declaration signed half a century ago may have been a bit out of place, but it does not mean that the etiquette has collapsed and music is broken now, and people can act freely based on the standards in their hearts.

Just like the "wandering alchemist" in front of him, no matter what the other party said, Fang Zhu could not feel that the other party was doing the right thing in the Sand Hotel.

The middle-aged man carefully observed his expression and understood that the answer in the young man's heart was not the same as himself. However, he didn't care, and just said: "It seems that you don't agree with my words, but you don't seem to agree with Ye Hua's ideas very much. This is very good. Young people should have their own ideas."

He looked ahead and replied faintly: "The future will be a new era. Everyone needs to find their own way, whether it is you, me, Ye Hua, or the little girl named Loofah. No one is absolutely correct, but maybe this is exactly in line with my mind's philosophy, because the past era has ended."

When Fang Yu was slightly surprised when he heard the other party mention Loofah, he didn't quite understand what this had to do with the latter.

However, he was actually confused when he heard it, but he was inexplicably reminded of the conversation Bishop Farris had with him not long ago. He might not have an accurate idea of ​​justice, but at least he calmed down a little and told himself that there was at least a clear path.

Just like the Big Cat Man, he will follow his own path.

The middle-aged man then put aside these topics and turned back to the topic: "Actually, I can tell you the origin of that note."

Hearing this sentence, Fang Rong's heart trembled and suddenly increased his attention. He had long been interested in the notes, but not just because of the attack ten years ago, or even because of the story of Silmide's father, or the moment he saw the notes in his uncle's study as a child.

That question had already been planted in his heart.

Where did that note come from?

The middle-aged man said in a remembrance tone: "But the story about that note may start from an earlier timeline, earlier than ten years before the princess was attacked, and even before the Battle of Byrne. The cause of that war was probably because of the belonging of the 'body of God', but the real reason is actually deeper, but in the final analysis, it is because of the discovery of an adventure group."

"That adventure group is called Star of Dawn—"

"Now few people remember this name."
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