Chapter 21
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Tobu's pupils shrank. He slapped the counter and coldly said: "You dare to use my students as bait?"
Kris shrugged slightly: "I don't have such ability, and we are old acquaintances. I understand your temperament. This arrangement is decided by the top, so we can only obey."
Tobu angrily said: "But you can't let a group of children be bait. You know that there are alchemists lurking here, but you still let a group of children come to lure them. Is this the behavior of the Holy Church?!"
Kris's face slightly changed: "It is a big crime to talk about the Holy Church in private. Don't be stupid! Besides, if we can capture the alchemists, the children will be recorded as meritorious deeds. In the future, whether they are eliminated and join the guards or qualified to stay and become scavengers, the meritorious deeds will be valuable wealth for them. It is not so easy to establish meritorious deeds! "
"Well, so I have to thank them?" Tobu sneered.
Kris said helplessly, "It doesn't matter if you are grateful or not, this is the truth. Besides, if we change the assessment venue this year, it will alert the enemy. These alchemists have a wide network of contacts, and there may be their spies hidden in the army. Although these children are still a little inexperienced, when they graduate in three years, whether they join the guards or scavengers, they may face the alchemists. At that time, they will be the frontline warriors, and no one will be able to protect them. This is also a valuable experience for them!"
Tobu slightly frowned. He handed the wooden cup to the old man behind the counter: "Old Luo, give me another cup."
"You are so angry, I will give you more ice." The old man behind the counter laughed.
Tobu choked, but didn't say anything.
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The night came.
As the sun went down, the temperature in the desert immediately dropped. The insulation effect of the sand was extremely poor, so the heat was quickly dissipated. At this time, Dean and Sham had used a few stones to build a fire pit. They were burning old plants.
The way to ignite the fire was naturally the most primitive method of drilling wood.
"So hungry …" Zach touched his stomach and looked at Dean.
Dean leaned against the fire, closed his eyes and said: "Ten days will pass soon. In addition, talking will make you hungry faster."
Zach smiled bitterly and closed his eyes.
Mason sat next to the fire and laughed: "Sleep well. You won't be hungry if you sleep."
"Hungry and cold, it's hard to live." Sham tightened his clothes and moved closer to the fire.
Mason smiled. From time to time he would pick up the firewood and throw it into the fire pit. He remembered Dean's instructions to keep the fire burning to prevent the beasts from approaching.
Late at night, the temperature was even lower. From time to time, a gust of wind blew. Even though he was sitting next to the fire, Macon felt cold and shivering. His legs slightly trembled to generate heat in his body. However, the frequent trembling made him suddenly have the urge to urinate.
He looked at Dean and the other two who were asleep. He got up and went to the side of the sand. He untied his pants and was about to pee. In the darkness, a dry palm suddenly stretched out and pinched his throat.
Mason's pupils shrank. His heart beat violently. Fear almost made his eyes pop out. He saw a wrinkled face appear in the darkness. The face looked at him and said in a very slight hoarse voice: "Be good, don't scream."
Mason's hairs stood up. He wanted to call for help. But his throat was almost crushed. He wanted to scream but he couldn't. He could only make the sound of cloth tearing. In this strong fear, Dean's calm face emerged in his mind. His eyes suddenly opened and his feet kicked backward.
His heels kicked the soft sand under his feet and splashed to the fire.
Not enough!
The distance was not enough!
Mason was desperate.
At this time, the owner of the withered palm also noticed Macon's cry for help. His cold eyes flashed a touch of coldness as he raised his other hand. In the darkness, Macon could see it clearly with the help of the weak firelight. It was a dagger!
Whoosh!
Straight stab!
Bang! At the moment when Mason's brain was completely blank, a stone flew over and hit the dagger. At the same time, Dean's voice sounded: "There is an enemy! Get up!"
Zach and Sham immediately woke up under his roar. They grabbed the stone cushion. Dean stared at the thin figure in the darkness.
Dean stared at the thin but stooped figure in the darkness. He had always been a light sleeper, especially in such a dangerous environment. He was not completely at ease with Macon's vigil. Suddenly he felt a few grains of sand splashed on his face. He immediately woke up. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the place where Macon was sitting. He didn't see his figure. When he turned his head, he saw the thrilling scene. He immediately grabbed the stone next to the fire and smashed it. He didn't expect to hit the target.
"Damn!" The figure was an old man. He was wearing a black robe. The dagger in his right hand fell to the ground. His wrist was slightly trembling. The severe pain made him angry. He pushed away Mason who was constantly struggling. He took out a green bottle from his chest. He opened the bottle. Green smoke curled up from the bottle. He aimed at Dean's direction and blew it.
The green smoke floated immediately.
Dean's face changed. He quickly covered his nose. He wanted to remind Zach and Sham. But the green smoke had floated close to him. He couldn't open his mouth.
Plop! Mason, who was closest to the old man, was shrouded by the green smoke. He immediately fell down.
Dean's pupil shrank. He quickly fell down and pretended to be dead.
Plop! Dean didn't need to look to know that Zach and Sham also inhaled the green smoke. But he didn't know if they were unconscious or poisoned to death.
His heart was pounding. His heart was full of tension and doubts. Was this also one of the tests? If so, he believed that in addition to those large groups, other small groups would be eliminated!
Was the purpose of this assessment to unite everyone?
Dean's thoughts turned quickly. He couldn't help but regret. Perhaps the meaning of the above was not to let them survive for ten days, but to see if they were united?
"Damn brat!" At this moment, Dean heard the footsteps of the old man. He immediately knew that the old man wanted to retaliate for his stone attack. He secretly complained in his heart.
"Wasted my bottle of lost soul potion! Damn!" Dean knew that he was gnashing his teeth as he listened to his voice. He quietly grabbed a handful of sand in his palm, ready to move.
At this moment, Dean felt that his foot was grabbed by a dry palm. There was no flesh on the palm. His ankle was pinched. He secretly clenched his teeth. He was waiting for the old man to bend down to kill him. Then he would throw the sand in his hand. However, the old man didn't seem to want to kill him. He just grabbed his ankle and dragged him forward.
Dean's heart sank. He knew that the old man was going to take him to his lair.
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