The sandstorm outside was endless, but when it reached the stone castle, one could only hear the faint sound of wind and sand scraping against the stone walls. In the opposite direction of the sandstorm, a door opened in the stone castle, and one could see that the sandstorm outside was getting stronger and stronger, and it did not seem to have any intention of stopping.
Torches and bonfires were lit in the huge Stone Castle. It was different from the previous anxiety. At this moment, the Stone Castle was filled with cheers. The feeling of escaping from death made everyone feel as if they had been revived. Cheers and laughter spread throughout the Stone Castle. They were no longer like the walking dead in the desert a few days ago.
However, more people looked at Lu Zhiyu and Eva with curiosity and shock. Their eyes were filled with fear, curiosity, admiration, and yearning. No one had expected that Lu Zhiyu, who had been following them and chatting with them like an ordinary person, would possess such power.
The members of the caravan, who were usually close to Lu Zhiyu, did not dare to come over and greet him. No one dared to get close to Lu Zhiyu. They only dared to look at him from afar. From time to time, they stole glances at Lu Zhiyu, but immediately looked away. They did not even talk about Lu Zhiyu's power or identity, as if they were afraid that Lu Zhiyu would hear them.
The owner of the Rose Caravan, Grumman, hesitated for a long time. He stood behind the bonfire where Lu Zhiyu and Eva were, not daring to approach. When he saw Lu Zhiyu looking at him, he swallowed his saliva and plucked up the courage to sit opposite Lu Zhiyu.
Lu Zhiyu looked at Grumman with a smile. This bold and bold man was sitting opposite Lu Zhiyu. His back was straight and he looked very nervous.
"Who are you people?"
Grumman finally asked. For the first time, he realized that the so-called scholar Randhir, who had paid a lot of money to follow him to Batko, was now shrouded in a thick layer of mystery.
Grumman didn't know who he was, but he knew that he wasn't a small noble. Grumman wasn't an ignorant commoner who hadn't even left his village before. He had traveled all over the world, so he knew many secrets of this world.
"You are wizards?"
Grumman's voice trembled as he said this. To ordinary people, wizards were a terrifying existence. Just hearing the name was enough to make people's legs turn to jelly.
Lu Zhiyu couldn't help but laugh. "Is that important?"
Lu Zhiyu lowered his head and fiddled with the bonfire. "I'll pay, and you'll be responsible for taking me to the Batko Empire. This is our contract, starting with the Crete Empire and ending with the Batko Empire. That's all, isn't it?"
Grumman heaved a sigh of relief. "I understand. Thank you for your help. I, Grumman and the Rosebud Caravan, will always remember your kindness!"
At this time, the Batko Caravan, who had also experienced the sandstorm, took out some of their dried meat and food and shared it with the Rose White Caravan. Everyone ate the food and laughed loudly.
At that moment, a young man in torn sleeves knelt in front of Lu Zhiyu with a silver plate filled with meat and food. He presented the food and goat milk to Lu Zhiyu.
Lu Zhiyu looked at the leader of the Batko Caravan in the distance, who was looking at him with a pious expression. When he noticed Lu Zhiyu's gaze, he immediately folded his arms in front of his chest and bowed. Lu Zhiyu nodded and accepted the food.
Lu Zhiyu looked at the young man, who was a typical Batko man. He had dark skin, dark brown hair, and yellowish pupils. His body was extremely thin, and there was a mark on his collarbone that indicated that he was a slave.
At that moment, the young man lowered his head and looked at Lu Zhiyu carefully with fear and longing in his eyes. The shocking scene just now made all the people of Batko believe that Lu Zhiyu was the messenger of the God of the Desert. Only a messenger of the God could do such a shocking thing.
The people in the Batko area had never seen a priest of the church, and there were very few wizards who came to this area. Therefore, the existence of extraordinary power only existed in legends. Most of them had seen the power of some magical beasts. For them, those magical beasts that controlled extraordinary power were the punishment and disaster given by the gods.
Lu Zhiyu asked, "What is your name?"
"Ah! Ah! Ah! "
When the young man realized that Lu Zhiyu had asked him a question, he immediately pointed at his ears and mouth anxiously. Only then did Lu Zhiyu realize that the young man was deaf and mute. Normally, Lu Zhiyu would not release his mind power, nor would he easily explore other people's thoughts and thoughts, as that would be very boring.
"Don't move, relax!"
Lu Zhiyu looked at the young man and reached out to cover his ears. The muscles on the young man's back immediately tightened, and he was so nervous that he did not dare to move.
This was the first witchcraft that Lu Zhiyu had created, and it was also the original witchcraft of the Blood Wizards. It was immediately activated, and the power flowed into the young man's brain through his vision and mind. The overall structure of the young man's brain immediately appeared in Lu Zhiyu's consciousness, and the young man immediately closed his eyes.
At this time, everyone around him was looking at Lu Zhiyu's movements, and they also noticed that the young man in front of him was deaf and mute. Looking at Lu Zhiyu's strange movements, they did not quite understand what he was doing.
When Lu Zhiyu let go of his hand, the young man immediately felt a shocking feeling. It was something that he had never seen since he was born, and it flowed into his brain. It was a beautiful sound.
The sound of people, the sound of crackling flames, the sound of wind and sand, everything was so beautiful, so beautiful that it made one's body tremble. It was as if the world that one could hear the sound of things had suddenly become beautiful and moving.
The young man opened his eyes absentmindedly, and looked around at everything around him. All the sounds continuously flowed into his ears. He stood up and stood in the center of the stone castle. It was as if the world was spinning, and the whole world was constantly being sucked into his ears.
"Ah! I, I, can, can, can … hear … I've arrived! "
The young man constantly adjusted his tone of voice, and was finally able to complete a sentence. Suddenly, there was an uproar in the stone castle. Everyone was talking and looking at the slave. For ordinary people in this era, deafness and muteness was a punishment given to them by the gods, and it was incurable. Seeing that Lu Zhiyu had cured the slave, it was as if the gods had cursed them.
The people of the Batko caravan, in particular, seemed to have further confirmed Lu Zhiyu's identity. At this moment, everyone knelt on the ground and saluted Lu Zhiyu, as if they were witnessing a miracle. Even some of the members and guards of the White Rose were moved, and they knelt on the ground in shock and bewilderment.
The young man looked at Lu Zhiyu. He was not tall, and only reached Lu Zhiyu's shoulder. At this moment, he was so excited that his eyes were brimming with tears. In his eyes, Lu Zhiyu was the incarnation of the gods, the messenger who had saved him from hell.
The young man's eyes were full of longing and fanaticism. He wiped away the tears on his face, then knelt on the ground and kissed Lu Zhiyu's boots with the most devout salute in the desert. He then put his head deeply and respectfully on the ground.
"Messenger of the gods, my name is Cetisius."
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