Lord of the Oasis

Narun desert, dusk.

The sun is struggling unyieldingly, spilling the last afterglow on the desert, as if dyed with layers of golden yarn.

The day that belongs to Friday will eventually be replaced by night after dusk.

As the sun sets between the endless sand dunes to the west, the source of light that once shone on this world is announced to disappear, and a new world has arrived.

Night falls.

The stars in the sky are extremely bright, and the bright moon rises, bringing a bit of brightness to the dark night.

Although not as clear as daylight, it can still be seen by people.

Still a bit chilly.

"Sorry..."

The warhorse under his crotch snorted impatiently.

Manid was wrapped in the leather robe he was wearing. The temperature in the desert dropped sharply after nightfall, which was two different from the hot appearance in the daytime. He couldn't help but let out a long breath: "Fortunately, we were well prepared."

This leather robe is a commodity sold at Stone Pass and purchased by Manid.

Made of antelope leather.

The texture is soft and comfortable, and the heat preservation effect is good. It is the best choice for the civilians in North County to keep out the cold in winter.

Manid purchased a lot for this.

Now, the others in the caravan are all wearing similar leather robes, with warm shin guards on their feet. No matter how fast they ride their horses, they don't have the bone-chilling chill they once had.

Linen robes and woolen sweaters are not as effective at blocking cold winds as leather robes.

The commoners in North County rely on this kind of cheap clothing to survive the winter.

For some conscripted peasants who cannot afford leather armor, when responding to the call of the lord, in order to save their lives, they often wear several layers of leather robes on their bodies to resist possible current arrows. The stab, of course, is resigned to fate, the soft leather robe is still not the hard leather armor.

This is an additional function of the leather robe.

It's pitiful for the recruited peasants, but it's the truth.

These cannon fodder don't need much protection.

Manid and the cavalry from Sarand, of course, would not be so downhearted.

Because they have their own armor, and even the Sarandian chain armor worn by the Sarandian riders, in this world, they are worn by the senior nobles of the lion principality, which does not mean to humiliate their identities.

Leather robes are just clothes that Manid bought to keep out the cold.

Shake the reins.

Manid rode a few steps forward.

The cavalry behind them were still packing their tents and luggage. They had just rested for less than half an hour after dinner, and they were ready to continue their journey and return to the sentry oasis.

Use sand to put out campfires.

The tent was bundled up and put back in the carriage.

Soon the makeshift camp was ready, and the cavalrymen turned over and rode, and gathered to prepare to leave.

Lord Kant once urged, time waits for no one.

"let's go."

Manid rode ahead.

Seeing that the temporary camp had been cleaned up, the cavalrymen began to move forward on their horses. There were also three elite desert robbers who were sitting on the carriage, whipping their whips, making the horses dragging the carriage go faster.

The caravan restarted.

The specially modified wooden wheels run over the sand, leaving deep ruts.

Loaded with cargo.

This time I went to Stone Pass, but I not only harvested these fur products.

There is also a cart full of food and tools.

These are the materials that Sentinel Oasis needs, and Manid focuses on buying things.

However, he turned his head to look at the three carriages behind him, leaving deep ruts as the wooden wheel ran over the desert, and a bit of regret appeared on his face: "The scale is too small, and the caravan can be enlarged in the future. scale."

Yes, the current caravan is indeed too small.

It's too small to satisfy the appetite of the sentry oasis.

And this appetite grows day by day as it develops.

The three carriages carried food and water, as well as 20 expensive bags of fine white salt. They could go to the Stone Pass to find Baron Dylan for the salt trade, and at the same time bring back 1000 large silver coins.

This is a jaw-dropping profiteering in the Principality of the Lion.

Monopoly profits.

However, most of the big silver coins earned by relying on salt need to be spent to meet the current development of the Sentinel Oasis, otherwise it is simply not enough to support the increasing development speed of "Drehem".

For example, after the increase of personnel, Kant stipulates that the grain reserve should reach the standard of half a year.

This is a reserve for war.

There are also feather arrows and crossbow arrows, which are also the purchase targets of Manid this time to the Stone Pass.

But Baron Dylan rejected the purchase proposal.

But not completely rejected.

"Oh, I'm really wary."

Manid shook his head, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This Baron Dylan, under his seemingly calm face, was actually looking at the sentry oasis in a certain poking posture, just like a hungry wolf seeing his prey, grinding his claws and teeth, waiting to pounce. Go up and enjoy the moment.

The huge concession did not make Baron Dylan grateful.

Instead, he was greedy for the salt mine owned by Sentinel Oasis.

Just when they returned, Baron Dylan repeatedly stated that for the safety of Kant, he wanted to send 30 personal guard infantry to help, and any problems could be dealt with in time.

Manid declined, of course, claiming that it was not up to him to decide.

Even Kant would not agree.

This is tantamount to bringing wolves into the house, and prematurely exposing all the advantages of Kant established in the sentry oasis to the eyes of this ghostly baron, and it will quickly spread throughout the entire lion Principality with some fueling means, so that Kant, who has already been The exiled baron, once again became a stab in their eyes.

Manid exhaled: "When I go back, I need to report it properly."

This operation, although seemingly smooth.

But in fact, he knew that this was just lurking and waiting before he didn't know the other side.

Sometimes businessmen and nobles are similar, cunning and insidious, good at taking advantage of each other or others, so Manid speculates on his potential enemies with the dark side, which is a correct choice.

He was equally satisfied with it.

It's a good start after all.

The caravan continued to trek through the desert, with excitement on everyone's faces.

Manid's brows were also raised.

"Look, it's our fortress!"

When they turned over the sand dunes, they finally saw the fortress on the sentry oasis, which had changed its appearance.

The cavalry were elated.

Nearly a week of trekking back and forth has exhausted them.

Their hometown has finally arrived, and they can't wait to go back to rest.

"Boost!"

Manid also chuckled and waved behind him: "Tonight we can sleep in our fortress, and no longer have to worry about the sudden appearance of an enemy!"

"Long live Lord Kant!"

The cavalry cheered.

PS: Today's update is late, I'm sorry, I'll update it today, please take a leave. I went to buy an air conditioner for more than 2,000 during the day. After I finished the selection in the mall, it was almost eight o'clock when the workers installed it. I will make up for it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.