Lord of the Oasis

The Naron desert, the scorching sun.

The cavalry captain Rowan rode on his warhorse, and his tired face was only unlucky and helpless.

After the hardships of the trek, I finally returned to the Lion Castle, but before taking a day off, I was reassigned to a new task by my superiors, who still protected and led the way. The place is still this sandy desert.

"Emund, the great god of war, please bless your faithful believers."

Rowan looked up at the sun in the sky, the baking temperature in a bakery was already unbearable for him.

He's almost done!

He hadn't had enough light beer in the tavern, and before his beautiful wife was comforted, and he didn't even eat a decent dinner, he was urgently summoned and asked to lead the way for a famous scholar to go there. Lun Desert Expedition.

"What the hell could be in this place?"

Rowan lamented in his heart, his tongue licking his chapped lips, it was the familiar taste of sandstorm.

Want to cry without tears.

In his impression, these scholars who enjoy high stipends should stay in the office of the college and study knowledge seriously, instead of coming to the desert to eat sand and be baked like bread.

Turning his head slightly, Rowan was even more helpless.

He had complaints in his heart, and he didn't dare to express them at all, because he couldn't afford to offend the people behind him.

The scholar rides the only carriage alone, but the accompanying cavalry guards are no longer Rowan's subordinate cavalry, but 50 squire knights from the Lion Castle wearing double-layer chain mail, linen robes, and cavalry spears. .

They are clearly distinguished.

In fact, if he hadn't led the way, Rowan was basically not eligible to join this team.

But Rowan didn't want to join either.

"It's really sad."

Rowan turned around and looked at the vast sea of ​​sand in front of him, feeling extremely regretful in his heart.

But now that he has come to the Naron Desert, enjoying the harsh high temperature and unbearable torture again, it is useless to think too much. The only thing he can do is to quickly take these people to the sentry oasis.

A heavy sigh.

In Rowan's mind, he thought of the young baron with a seemingly immature face, but in fact a cold mentality.

………………

It was getting dark.

This team in the Narun Desert arranged for camping.

The old scholar lifted the curtain and walked out of the padded carriage. Leaning on his cane, he looked at the continuous sand dunes that were gradually darkening, and said calmly, "This is the second day."

Behind him, the burly Hobson came up.

Wearing a double layer of chain mail and a long sword slung around his waist, although his brows were still tired, his eyes were still bright.

He is the true leader of this journey, a knight enshrined in the Principality of Lions.

"Dear Hank Scholar, maybe don't worry."

Hobson's voice was thick and magnetic, and he took the words of the Hank scholar: "According to the leader, we will reach the sentry oasis before tomorrow evening."

"That's really good." Hank Scholar nodded slightly: "It's hard work, Hobson Knight."

Hobson chuckled: "This is Duke Cameron's arrangement, I just obey the order."

Turning his head slightly, he looked into the depths of the Naron Desert, and his eyes became a little more curious: "Scholar Hank, I am actually very curious, does the legendary Lost City really exist?"

Hank Scholar was silent.

He also turned his head to look at the sand dunes in the depths of the desert, Hank Scholar said softly, "Not sure."

"Not sure?" A bit of disappointment flashed in Hobson Knight's eyes.

Both fell silent.

In the folklore of the Principality of Lions, there are rumors about the lost city.

No, it should be said that this folklore was circulated in the mouths of the people before the male lion duke came into state.

The great city that was made of gold and precious stones, comparable to the kingdom of the gods in the sky, mysteriously disappeared in history.

"By the way, the sentry oasis seems to already have a lord?"

Hank Scholar thought of something, and asked, "I remember my colleague mentioned it when I came to the Naron Desert."

Hobson nodded: "Yes, already."

"Oh." Hank Scholar raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes were also somewhat incredible: "Who can accept the territory here? I always thought that those greedy nobles were still rational."

Hobson Knight pretended not to hear the sarcasm and replied, "Kant."

"Kant? Huh?"

Hank Scholar was stunned, his wrinkled face was a little surprised: "That hard-working boy?"

"You know him?" Hobson was curious.

"Yeah, I know him, he's a pretty good boy."

Hank Scholar nodded, frowned and said, "He once studied in our college. In my impression, he has a better family, but he is definitely not a wealthy student." After a pause, he asked rhetorically: " Why, he will become the lord of Sentinel Oasis?"

Hobson shrugged. "He's the youngest son of Duke Cameron."

"Duke Cameron's youngest son?" Hank Scholar's expression was quite surprised.

"Yes." Hobson nodded.

Hank Scholar gave a wry smile and said with some doubts: "Since he is the youngest son of the Duke, why don't you tell me, I have always been very optimistic about this young man. His attitude towards learning is very good."

Academically focused scholars in the academy are sometimes ill-informed.

Hobson's knights know this.

Looking at the squires and knights who were busy around him, he said with a bit of emotion on his face, "Kant's mother is the princess of the Silver Plate Kingdom."

"Uh." Hank Scholar's expression stiffened.

It took a while to react, looking at Hobson and said solemnly: "Really?"

Hobson Knight nodded: "Of course it is."

The two were silent again.

Hank Scholar let out a sullen breath, leaned on his cane, and nodded sadly: "No wonder, he will be exiled here to be a lord." At the same time, he sighed with some regret: "He is really a hard-working, good boy who knows how to learn. "

"Unfortunately." Hobson also sighed.

In the Lion Castle, he also liked this little baron who knew how to respect people.

Turning his head to look at the Rowan riding on the warhorse, Hobson shook his head and regained his previous awe, and said, "Scholar Hank, rest early, we will leave early tomorrow."

"You guys rest well, I'll take the carriage."

Hank Scholar nodded and chuckled.

But he leaned on his cane, his face was slightly solemn, thinking of the clues he had found in the books in his mind, he couldn't help sighing: "The legendary lost city, I don't believe it is just a legend." Thinking of himself When the time came, those colleagues laughed, and Hank Scholar's cane lightly tapped: "I will prove it all."

PS: I wish everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival. Today is an update, ahem, let’s make up for it in the next few days. There are so many things to do on the Dragon Boat Festival, and I’m almost helpless. And I know what everyone is worried about. I chose this topic because it is easy to write and because it is easy to complete. Accumulate popularity, otherwise I will not be able to mix at the starting point.