Drove out the circus clown Thorin, and the second conscript stood opposite Farke.

The man was hunched and carrying a strangely shaped snake-headed wooden staff. The thick, wide hood almost obscured his face, making it impossible for Farke to see his face.

"Is it inconvenient for you to take off your hood?" Fark asked.

"No... Not very convenient, my sir. ”

"Not so convenient?" Falke repeated his words: "Then I'm sorry, the mage we are looking for must be innocent, if you don't even dare to show your true face.... I wouldn't dare hire you. ”

The strange man with the serpentine staff hesitated for a moment, then pulled down his hood.

And when his true colors were revealed in front of people, all the people in this tavern couldn't help but take a breath.

"Oh, hell! O god of mercenaries... What the hell is that? ”

"Oh my God! How did he get to our Northlands? Will he have an infectious disease on him? ”

"Get out! Oh my daddy, I want to throw up! ”

"Don't! Don't throw up! The ale we just drank was the most expensive here! ”

The man's appearance caused a commotion in the tavern. However, the four Facks, who thought they had seen the world, were relatively calm, after all, they had followed Klose to see piles of bone soldiers in the Shield Fortress.

And this hooded weirdo in front of you... The appearance that he had been hiding was a skinny head that was somewhat close to a skeleton, but not a skeleton.

He saw that the people around him were talking about his appearance, and hurriedly put his hood back on.

Falke was a little apologetic, "I'm sorry for this guy, I didn't know about you...."

He gestured at his face, not knowing what words to use to comfort him.

But the man just shook his head and said, "I know some magic, but I'm best at corrosion." ”

"Corrosion?"

Falk raised an eyebrow somehow, but continued, "That sounds cool, but sorry, we're looking for an ice mage." If we have the opportunity in the future, I believe we can work together again. ”

He knew that this person was either a revolt while practicing spells, or a half-dead creature of the legendary kind. It's just that the Northland Desert Mercenary Regiment retains the greatest tolerance for rare races from all over the continent.

Even though those people spoke ill of each other, none of them really stood up and kicked him out. The owner of the tavern also smiled in return, he had seen more races, and he would not kick people out of his tavern just because they looked a little like skeletons.

The strange man bowed slightly to Falker and retreated. Now only the last person left to apply.

Falke looked at the young man, believing that he was only twenty years old at most. He was white and clean, and he wore a well-fitting robe. The top of the wooden staff in his hand was inlaid with a blue gem the size of a fingernail, and he looked like the most magician-like person.

"Introduce yourself, young man."

The young man still glanced timidly at the hooded freak who had just left, and then shook his spirits.

"Hello sir! My name is Kuryan and I'm from the Snow Wolf Country. I'm good at ice spells~ Lo and behold! ”

As he spoke, the young man named Kuryan poured a glass of water from the table into the palm of his hand.

But the water that gathered in his palm did not flow to the ground as normal, but quickly condensed into a palm-sized transparent ice crystal in his palm.

Hey! He's doing a great job, which is pretty cool! ”

Ward took the ice crystal in his hand with great interest and looked at it left and right, and then actually opened his mouth, threw the ice cube into his mouth, and chewed it to pieces.

Falke snapped his fingers, "This is really cool!" Young man, you are exactly the person we need~! But I still have to ask, this trip to the desert is very dangerous, do you understand? For us as mercenaries, every day is to live with our heads hanging on our belts, and there is no absolutely safe task. ”

The young man nodded hurriedly and said, "I understand, sir! I used to follow a caravan and served as their bodyguard! I've also dealt with some robbered gnolls and an ogre! I know how to fight! ”

Hearing this, Farke's eyes were full of contempt: "Hey, young man! You say you've dealt with an ogre? That's not something that ordinary people can deal with! Okay, you're up to you! Come, let's talk about compensation. ”

Falk put his hand around the other's shoulders, and the two discussed the hiring fee in a low voice.

Jadeite glanced at the expressionless Salomon and shrugged and whispered, "I always think this young man is a little short-lived... It's not that I'm cursing him, it's just a sixth sense, you know? ”

Salomon had an unfathomable expression, and he nodded: "You don't have to explain, it's that sixth sense." ”

Ward scratched his sleek lizard head, "What's the sixth sense?" ”

His questioning made the first two lose interest in continuing the discussion. Everyone buried their heads in the drinks in front of them, and the conversation ended.

Finding a replacement magician, Falk made a special costume for the young man named Kuliang at the tailor's shop in the oasis.

Putting on a black cloak covered in moirés, the young man's face flushed, evidently satisfied.

"Is this your uniform? It's so cool! I've never seen a mercenary team wearing a uniform before! You guys are the first! ”

Falk patted him on the shoulder: "Of course young man, you will be proud to have joined our 'Xiao'. In the future, you will be able to use it as a highlight on your resume, and when you come back, you can tell everyone out loud that you have been a trainee magician at 'Xiao'! ”

Ku Liang nodded heavily: "Then Mr. Fake, can we leave now?" ”

"Yes, that's right, everything is ready, let's set off, aiming for the deepest part of the Northland desert! Gone guys ~~~"

Due to the gold obtained from the last mission, as well as some accumulated before. The current five-person squad mercenary group can be said to be the blue-collar among the mercenaries.

Fack did not choose to walk into the desert this time, but bought a camel for each person.

Not only is it easy to ride on this thing, but when it encounters a sandstorm, the camel will instinctively choose to avoid it. It is worthy of being called the ship of the desert!

This northland desert on the continent of Lane is extremely extensive, with a volatile climate and a chaotic magnetic field. You can't use regular compass items.

Here, one can only judge the direction by looking at the position of the sun and the moon. But Fack was different, he found that the short sword he had taken from the sarcophagus seemed to have some kind of magnetism! It can very accurately point out to your group whether the direction they are traveling deviates from the general direction.

This also made him like a treasure, and he loved the short sword even more!

On the fourth day of their journey into the heart of the desert, the five men were hit by one of the biggest sandstorms ever on their journey.

Encountering sandstorms in the desert is a common occurrence for mercenaries. They methodically formed a circle around the camels and climbed on the inner side of these mythical beasts. I put a tarpaulin on it.

The sandstorm blew for an unknown amount of time, until Farke felt the sand on his body weigh down on him and he couldn't breathe, which caused Ward to lift the oilcloth.

Only then did they realize that the surrounding desert level was already more than half a meter higher than the hiding place of several of them! The sky was also full of stars, and it was clear that the sandstorm had been blowing from day to night.

Pulling out a very scribbled map, Farker used his shortsword to orient himself.

The map says that it seems that after a day or two of walking, you will be able to reach an approximate location. Yes, this scribbled map only draws a circle in the Northland desert, and how big a circle on the map is in reality... I don't need to explain too much. I don't know where Falk got this map? Anyway, Turquoise bet that he must not have spent a penny.

With great difficulty, they found a place with solid sand, set up a tent, and lit a bonfire.

Although the day in the desert is very hot, at night, it is definitely close to freezing. If you don't raise a campfire to keep warm, there's a good chance that someone who sleeps the next day will be turned into an ice sculpture.

Build a bonfire and set up a tent. A few people took out the compressed food and chewed a few pieces casually.

"Rest~" Falk wrapped his cloak and said, "I'll keep watch for the first half of the night, and Celem and Ward for the second half of the night." ”

The latter agreed, and within two seconds of snoring.

Falk Moo shook his head helplessly, holding the short sword at his waist. It seems that the sky will not affect the lizardman's sleep quality at all.

He sometimes really envies this fool, how can he say it in Klose's words? That's called "living transparently"! Hehe~