The Narun Desert, the sun is scorching.

Cavalry captain Rowan rode on his horse, his tired face only gloomy and helpless.

After the hardships of the trek, he finally returned to the Lion Castle, but before he had a day of rest, he was reassigned a new task by his superiors, and he was still protecting and leading the way, and the place was still this desert full of sand.

"Great God of War Aemond, please bless your faithful followers."

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

He's getting fed up!

He hadn't drunk enough of the pale beer in the tavern, and his beautiful wife hadn't been appeased, and he hadn't even eaten a decent dinner, when he was urgently called up and asked to lead a well-known scholar to the Narun Desert.

"What the hell can there be in this place?"

Rowan lamented in his heart, his tongue licking his chapped lips, the familiar taste of wind and sand.

I want to cry without tears.

He had the impression that these scholars, who were entitled to high stipends, should have stayed in the offices of the academy and studied knowledge seriously, instead of coming to the desert to eat the wind and sand and be baked like bread as they are now.

Turning his head slightly, Rowan was even more helpless.

He had a complaint in his heart, but he didn't dare to express it at all, because he couldn't afford to offend the people behind him.

The scholar rode alone in the only carriage, but the accompanying cavalry were no longer Rowan's subordinate cavalry, but 50 servant knights from the Lion Castle, wearing double chain mail, covered with linen robes, and armed with cavalry spears.

They are clearly honorable.

In fact, if it weren't for leading the way, Rowan would basically not be qualified to join this team.

But Rowan didn't want to join either.

"It's sad."

Rowan turned around and looked at the vast sea of sand in front of him, feeling extremely remorseful.

But now that they have all come to the Narun Desert, enjoying the harsh heat 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.

Heavy sighs.

In Rowan's mind, he remembered the young baron who seemed to have a young face but was actually cold.

………………

It's getting dark.

This team in the Naryn Desert arranged to camp.

The old scholar lifted the curtain of the car, stepped out of the padded carriage, leaned on his cane, looked at the rolling sand dunes that were gradually darkening, and said calmly: "This is the second day. ”

Behind him, a burly Hobson walked up.

Wearing double layers of chain mail, he also carried a long sword at his waist, although his eyebrows were still tired, his eyes were still bright.

He was the true leader of this journey, a knight canonized by the Duchy of Lions.

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

Hobson's voice was thick and magnetic, and he picked up the words of the Hank scholar: "According to the guide, we will arrive at the Sentry Oasis by tomorrow evening. ”

"It's great." Scholar Hank nodded slightly, "Good work, Knight Hobson." ”

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

Turning his head slightly, he looked at the depths of the Narun Desert, and his eyes were a little more curious: "Scholar Hank, I'm actually curious, does the legendary Lost City really exist?" ”

Hank scholars were silent.

Also turning his head to look at the depths of the desert, the continuous sand dunes, Hank Scholar said softly, "I'm not sure. ”

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

Both fell silent.

In the folklore of the Principality of Lion, there are rumors about the Lost City.

No, it should be said that this folklore was passed down in the mouths of people before the kingdom of the Principality of Lion, the great city made of gold and precious stones, comparable to the kingdom of gods in the sky, mysteriously disappeared into history.

"By the way, Sentry Oasis, it seems that there is already a lord?"

Hank Scholar thought of something and asked, "I remember when I came to the Naren Desert, one of my colleagues talked about it. ”

Hobson nodded: "Yes, there already is." ”

"Oh." Scholar Hank raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a bit of incredulity in his eyes: "Who can accept the territory here?" I always thought that those greedy aristocrats were still sensible. ”

The Hobson knight pretended not to hear the taunt and replied, "Kant." ”

"Kant? Well? ”

Hank Scholar was slightly stunned, his wrinkled face with a little surprise: "That hard-working young man? ”

"You know him?" Hobson was curious.

"yes, I know him, pretty good boy."

Hank Scholar nodded, frowned, and said, "He used to study in our academy, and in my impression, he is a student from a good family, but definitely not a wealthy student. After a pause, he asked rhetorically, "Why, did he become the lord of the Sentry Oasis?" ”

Hobson shrugged: "He's Duke Cameron's youngest son. ”

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

"Yes." Hobson nodded.

Scholar Hank smiled bitterly, and said with some doubts: "Since you are the young son of the duke, why don't you say it, I have always been very optimistic about this young man, and his learning attitude is very good." ”

Academically focused academics in the college are sometimes ill-informed.

The Hobson Knight also understands this.

Looking at the knights who were busy all around, his face was a little emotional, and he said more: "Kant's mother is the princess of the Silver Plate Kingdom. ”

"Ugh." Hank's expression stiffened.

It took a while to react, looked at Hobson and said solemnly, "Really? ”

Knight Hobson nodded: "Of course it's true." ”

The two were silent again.

Scholar Hank exhaled a sullen breath, leaned on his cane, and nodded gloomily, "No wonder, he was banished here to be a lord." At the same time, he sighed with some regret: "He is really a hard-working and good boy." ”

"It's a pity." Hobson sighed similarly.

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

Turning his head to look at Rowan on his horse, Hobson shook his head, regained his previous composure, and said, "Scholar Hank, rest early, we will leave early tomorrow." ”

"Rest well, I'll take the carriage."

Hank Scholar nodded and chuckled.

However, he leaned on his cane, his face was slightly solemn, and he thought of the clues he had found in books, and he couldn't help but sigh lightly: "The legendary lost city, I don't believe it is just a legend. Thinking of the ridicule of his colleagues when he came, Hank Scholar's cane tapped lightly, "I will prove it all." ”

PS: I wish everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival, a change today, cough cough, make up for it in the next few days, there are so many things on the Dragon Boat Festival, I'm almost helpless. And I know what people are worried about, the reason why I chose this theme is because it is easy to write, and because it is easy to finish. Accumulate popularity, otherwise I won't be able to mix at the starting point.