324 Do You Really Need to Be Like This? (2/2)

Ten minutes later, they sat next to the fire. The caravan's chief and Donald sat carefully by the figure’s side and kept offering food to him. They behaved like waiters in a pub.

The figure, stuffing his face, ignored them. He kept eating anything that was offered to him. His stomach seemed to be bottomless. Finally, he gnawed on Donald's last brisket and sighed with dismay. ”Ah, I’m finally full.”

Donald's face twitched. Was there an incinerator in this guy’s belly?

”Well, sir...” He hesitated, pointing to the dark mist around him, and forced out a smile.

The figure froze for a moment and hit his head. ”Ah, I was too hungry just now. Sorry, I forget that extremes bounce back. I’ve been forcibly suppressed for such a long time. As a result, the power grew too much, almost beyond my control...”

He took a deep breath and flicked his fingers. After a desolate string sound, the dark mist around him as well as the terrible power that made the horses scared gradually dissipated, exposing a young face and big dirty turban.

”Do you have a bed?” The young man got up and looked around.

The caravan leader hurriedly pointed to his tent and gave it to him.

”Thanks.” The young man nodded with satisfaction. He pulled some cash from his pocket and stuffed it into the leader’s hand. The merchant froze. He tried to refuse it but the young man waved his hand.

”See this as pay for the next few days of food and travel.”

Wait! The next few days? The merchant froze and soon became depressed. Was this sir going to stay for a few more days?

The young man crept into the tent without any suspicion and fell asleep quickly, snoring. The people exchanged blank glances with each other. Finally, Donald, with grimace, was pushed out. He carefully approached the tent to say something but felt coolness against his throat. A line of blood appeared.

Donald touched his neck blankly and felt a small wound there. With a scream, he collapsed to the ground, trembling. He finally realized that the tent was surrounded by faint smoke. A figure stood in the smoke like a ghost, overlooking him coldly.

Donald dared not say anything. He looked at it in awe and crept away. ”It’s a blessing, not a curse.” He touched the wound on his neck and said to the caravan's leader, ”You'd better be respectful to that gentleman. He's not interested in what you want to do. You’d better treat him well. Otherwise...I don’t know if you can get to the place safely.”

The caravan leader shivered and nodded.

The night deepened.

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It was not until after daybreak that the caravan had the courage to look out of the camp. They saw the chaos, the horses that ran into each other and fractured their bones after being frightened, and the bandits that had fainted and lay on the ground in a mess. They quickly broke the bandits’ legs and threw them into a carriage.

Any one of these guys was wanted with great reward. The city-states along the way had probably all prepared gallows to hang them. As long as these guys were identified, they could get a windfall. As for this group of bandits, they would get a beautiful rope necklace.

Ye Qingxuan just said that they could do away with those guys in any way they liked. Then he gathered all the swords and other weapons and put them in his backpack. Now he looked like an Indian wanderer who sold swords.

”This is fun,” Ye Qingxuan said to Donald. ”Don't you think that collecting about one-hundred enemy swords is really cool?”

”Well, as long as you’re happy.” Donald could only boil it down to the strange hobby of a mysterious musician and kept his mouth shut.

From then on, Ye Qingxuan lived a cozy life in the caravan. After breakfast, he just laid in the carriage and slept. After dinner, he laid in the tent to read some books. Sometimes he would hunt some wild animals for a meal. This kind of life was sweet as honey when compared to having no food to eat and no place to sleep. Well, other than the fact that he often had to see the captain who was disgruntled for having to share a tent and carriage with his deputy hand. But Ye Qingxuan could definitely ignore this since he was such a generous man.

”Boss, do you have more food?” Ye Qingxuan poked his head from the window and asked with a smile. ”Can I have more? I’m a little hungry.”

The caravan leader looked behind, frowning. Donald was at a loss. Finally, he ran into the distance to hunt some rabbits. Ever since Ye Qingxuan joined them, the guards’ duties only involved catching rabbits to eat.

Soon, Ye Qingxuan's lunch was brought to the carriage.

Ye Qingxuan lay there. He hummed and read a book while eating roast rabbit. Watching those guys outside the wagon eating dry food, he felt a great satisfaction from the bottom of his heart. The life was so simple and fulfilling. There was nothing to complain about!

But in the afternoon, the convoy stopped for some reason. Some noise came faintly from the distant.

Ye Qingxuan frowned and poked his head out to ask, ”Why is it so noisy outside? What’s the matter?”

A man ran to the front, quickly ran back while panting. ”A madman stopped in front of us. He’s asking us to take him to Auschwitz.”

”Oh?” The young man frowned and a strange premonition appeared in his mind. When his perceiving thread extended over there, he could not help but want to whistle.

Then he heard a familiar voice shout seriously, ”Yes! I am Ye Qingxuan!”