This was a boundless desert. Black winds blew and yellow sand filled the sky.
Amidst the rising and falling lines, a caravan with camel bells rang and moved forward against the wind and sand.
Everyone in the caravan was wrapped in headscarves. Due to the sand and sand, it was difficult for them to see the road ahead. However, they were all experienced desert travelers. Under the guidance of the camel bells, they did not have to worry about getting lost. They just moved slower.
At this moment, the wind and sand suddenly weakened. The leader's expression became more serious than before. He shouted to the people behind him, "Everyone, stay alert. This is the most dangerous road we will experience in the Desert of No Return. You must follow closely and not get separated!"
Everyone's expression became tense. All of them knew that this was the famous Desert of No Return's area of death quicksand. The reason why this desert was called No Return was because of this area of quicksand that was filled with undercurrents.
Once one fell into the quicksand, there was no need to think about returning.
Everyone followed the leader with trepidation. They were afraid that if they took a wrong step, they would fall into the quicksand.
However, at this moment, a tall man wrapped in a black cloak walked out of the caravan alone. He walked slowly towards the most dangerous area of the quicksand without looking back.
"Hey, don't leave the caravan within ten meters. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable!" The leader shouted anxiously. That man was a traveler they met on the way. He was worried that he would encounter danger walking alone in the desert, so he decided to give him a ride.
"Thank you for your hospitality along the way. My journey is over. Now, I need to find an old friend for a drink. " The man in the cloak spoke in a very low voice. However, the strange thing was that in the heart of the desert where the wind and sand had yet to dissipate, his voice was clearly heard by everyone.
"Old friend? In the Quicksand of Death, other than corpses that have fallen into the ground, how can there be any living person? "Everyone was surprised.
Some people wanted to dissuade him, but the leader seemed to have thought of something and stopped them from shouting.
"When I was young, my father told me. Legend has it that in the heart of the Desert of No Return, there is a paradise for Extraordinaires. He once fell into the quicksand here and was saved by a woman who flew in the air … "He used to think that this was just a lie made up by his father. Could it be true?
No matter what the caravan people thought, the cloaked man slowly entered the sandstorm and finally disappeared from everyone's sight.
The cloaked man walked through the quicksand as if he was walking on flat ground.
Even though there was an obvious circle of quicksand around him, he did not even have the intention to take a detour. He stepped directly into the quicksand without slowing down at all.
Wherever he walked, he did not leave a single footprint. His weight was as light as a feather, leaving no trace in the desert.
After walking for half an hour, the cloaked man finally arrived at the center of the Death Quicksand.
Speaking of which, there was a sandstorm in the periphery, but here, there was not the slightest bit of wind and sand. It was calm and deathly still.
It was still a vast desert. The only thing different about it was that there was a pillar that looked like a stone block. The top of the pillar was carved with an eagle crown, while the body was carved with a twisting primitive totem.
When the cloaked man approached the stone block, the scene around him suddenly changed.
The stone blocks began to split apart at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, the cloaked man was surrounded by more than two hundred stone blocks.
The two stone piers near him suddenly opened their eyes. "Taumiheba puzzle, Sangusno conjecture, or Corridor Labyrinth, choose one. Those who succeed will be able to enter the treasury and start a different life. "
The cloaked man was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he lifted his cloak and revealed his face.
Although he was not handsome, he was full of masculinity. He had a neatly trimmed black and gray beard, the tail of which was slightly raised. On his exposed neck was a tattoo of the Sands of Time.
This tattoo meant: Ash Time.
And this cloaked man was the leader of the Ash Time caravan, "Whale Hunter" Beals.
"Zibo Totem, I'm here to find that old fellow Viffet. I haven't seen him in a long time, and I want to have a drink with him," Beals said.
As Beals revealed his true appearance, the eyes on the stone block slowly became spirited. "So it's Beals. You came at the right time. I have an endless number puzzle here that I can't solve. Help me take a look."
Beals sighed. Zibo Totem was the guardian spirit of Moxa Westland. This stone spirit was good at everything, but the only thing that gave people a headache was that it loved mathematics.
Everyone who came in and out would be pestered by it to solve the problem. If you were good at mathematics, it would even give you benefits.
It was said that a thousand years ago, there was a mortal who wanted to enter the wizarding world with no talent. Later, because he solved a math puzzle that had troubled Zibo Totem for hundreds of years, the totem gave him a bottle of potion that increased the upper limit of his power of the will. This made him a supernatural, which showed his love for mathematics.
Seeing that Zibo Totem had no intention of opening the door, Beals could only say, "Alright, show me the problem."
Beals was not good at mathematics, but he was an official wizard after all, and his ability to deal with data was very strong. Although he did not help Zibo Totem solve the problem, he did help it sort out its previous flaws.
"Seems like you've done your best. Leave the rest to me," Zibo Totem said, and all the stone blocks disappeared, leaving only one stone block.
And in the center of the block, a staircase appeared out of thin air.
"I've already informed Viffet. He said he'll send a magic servant to pick you up," Zibo Totem said and ignored Beals.
Beals shook his head and walked into the staircase.
After a while, Beals was led by a fat gerbil to Viffet's meeting room in the dark desert palace.
To Beals' surprise, Vifet wasn't the only one in the room. There was also a shadowy figure sitting in front of Vifet.
"Beals, it's been almost thirty years. Why did you suddenly think of me? " Viffet was a hunchbacked old man with a white beard. His eyes were almost covered by his loose skin. He stood up and smiled at Beals. "Don't tell me you want to recommend me to buy some slaves. I'm telling you, I'm not interested in ordinary slaves. "
"I don't have any good ones lately. I got an anonymous Demeter a while ago, but she's already been sold." Beals hugged Viffet and sat on the other side of the sofa. He glanced at the shadowy figure and said, "I'm just here to have a drink with you."
"The Demeter is already sold? Ugh … That thing is very useful in my desert palace. Why didn't you tell me? I could've competed fairly with that guy. "Viffet looked disappointed.
"I don't think you could beat him even if you wanted to." Beals shrugged. "Besides, I'd rather sell to him than to you."
"Who's he? Vifet wasn't annoyed at all, and he continued to smile. "So, he's someone who can help you?"
"I'm a man of principles. I won't tell you anything about the seller."
Viffet knew Beals' principles. The reason why Beals was willing to make friends with a slave trader was because Beals always followed the rules.
"Alright then. I won't ask." Vifet sat down as well. "But I don't believe that you're here for a drink. Just tell me why you're here."
Beals glanced at the shadow again. Seeing that it didn't move away, he didn't say anything.
Of course, Beals was here to talk about Angor. It wasn't something important, but as a law-abiding merchant, Beals didn't want others to hear about it.
Viffet knew what Beals meant. He smiled but still didn't tell Beals who the shadowy figure was. "It's fine. I don't think you're here to talk about something important. If it's something important, I'll arrange for you to wait for me in a secret room. If it's not, we can talk here. "
Of course, Beals didn't want to ask about anything important. He considered for a moment and decided to ask.
However, for the sake of his own principles, Beals didn't ask directly. Instead, he used Voice Transmission to talk to Viffet. "I just want to ask if you're willing to sell that scroll that increases luck."
Viffet immediately shook his head. "No, no way. It's my treasure."
"One of my clients needs it. Just name your price. I don't care how much you ask, as long as I can get back to the client."
"Name my price? Sure. Give me a Fragment of Eternity, and I'll trade. "
"… You're really asking for a lot." A single Fragment of Eternity was worth way more than a scroll that boosted luck.
"I need more Fragments of Eternity. To be honest, I don't want to trade."
Beals considered. "Fine. As long as you can get back to me."
Beals didn't say goodbye to Viffet. He wasn't lying when he said he wanted to have a drink with Viffet. It had been decades since they last met, and he wanted to have a good chat.
Besides, Viffet had lived for more than eight hundred years. He was a seasoned veteran, and it was easy for him to get some inspiration. Maybe Viffet could help him find his future.
Viffet didn't refuse. Instead, he took out his best wine and enjoyed it with Beals.
They talked about many things, including the current state of the southern wizarding region, their future plans, and the latest research topics. Beals enjoyed himself to the fullest. The only thing that annoyed him was the fact that the shadow didn't disappear or speak.
Beals tried to ask about the shadow's identity many times, but Vifet would either avoid answering or change the topic every time he tried to shift the topic to the shadow. In the end, Beals couldn't be bothered to ask. He would just treat it as a shadow.
"… The Fey Continent's future is bleak. There's no turning back from the Abyss, and the Demon God's shadow looms over the world. I wonder if Monchi's decision was right or wrong. " Viffet shook his head. "Not only that, but the neighboring Evernight Continent is also worrying me. I feel that the situation there is even more terrifying than the Demon God's shadow. I'm worried that we won't be far from being affected."
Moxa Westland was located in the Richland Kingdom, and northeast of that was the Evernight Kingdom.
"Speaking of which, I've always wanted to know what's going on in the Evernight Kingdom." Beals asked. He knew that Sleepless City of the Evernight Kingdom had fallen and that Edge of Night was preparing to evacuate, but he didn't know the exact reason behind the fall of the Evernight Kingdom.
Viffet shook his head. "I don't know either. But I think there's someone who knows."
"Who?"
"Phantom Master, Sunders. He's the only wizard who came out of Sleepless City alive. I think he knows something about it. "
"Mister Phantom went into Sleepless City and came out alive?"
"Yes. That's not all. I also heard that he brought several apprentices from Brute Cavern with him. One of them was his student. " Viffet didn't know that Sunders wasn't the one who brought his student out of Sleepless City.
"His student?"
"Yup. The one who's stirring up trouble in the southern wizarding region. I think his name is Angor."
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