"Young Master, we have a safe route."
The reply came from the pale-faced man, who cooperated entirely, "The desert mountain is indeed perilous, also known as the mountain of death. We brothers will clear the way ahead for you."
"Uh-huh," Julion Johnsons nodded indifferently.
Then,
The bandits walked at the forefront on their own, identifying the safe paths, and lined up one by one.
It was then that Ella Lacey understood why Arthur had kept these bandits around.
They clearly knew the desert well and could avoid many risks.
At that time,
Underneath Ella's scarf, her large eyes scanned the surroundings intently.
The boundless desert mountain was scattered with Gobi, salt sands, and wind-eroded hills...
Here, one could no longer see the shadows of the Alluvial Plains and the oasis.
It was desolate and lonely.
It really had a bit of a "land of death" feel to it.
She felt her lips dry and slightly cleared her throat.
