The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

I sneaked into the city on a rainy night.

I can't remember the first thunder, the first sighs, the torrential rain, the howling wind swirling in the torn sky, irritability, restlessness, fear, all kinds of emotions constantly churning in my heart.

I was caught in the cracks of the straw, the suffocating sensation of the suffocation made me faint several times, a few raindrops passed through the broken canopy, wetting the back of my neck that was itched by the roots of the grass, and I looked up again with difficulty, and it was still pitch black all around, and a force slammed me to the ground.

"Be quiet, Doctor, it's almost there" The killer's calm voice made people shudder, Texas maintained the position of holding me down, keenly observing the surroundings through the gap in the straw, and after a while, the low roar of the camel beast was heard in my ears, the car shook violently, and the driver of the grain cart seemed to be talking to someone, and the strange tone seemed to be flattering and frightened.

"Master Guard, it's good, my wife and children are inside, please... Oh, yes, it's a little bit of heart..."Through the cracks, the coachman carefully took something out of the depths of his clothes, a mass of rags? No, a terrible thunder pierced the night sky, and the mass of objects under the layers of dirty rags shone brightly, it was a palm-sized gold-plated nugget, and the coachman stretched out his wrinkled hands, forcing himself to bend down his long-wounded old waist, his lips were chapped and his thin pupils were bloodshot, and he looked like he was in a gesture of welcome.

The guard was a muscular man, with a terrifying mask on his face, and a pair of demonic horns, and he snatched the goods from the coachman's hand without looking.

"Then I'll be..." The moment he turned around, the coachman's expression was obviously a little lonely, but he seemed to have a trace of joy, he hadn't seen his wife and daughter for too long, even if he lost the hard currency that could save his life in troubled times, he didn't hesitate at all, thinking that he could send food and grass to his hungry and cold wife and children for a while, and reminisce around the bonfire, and the unhappiness in his heart was swept away.

In front of the carriage, a man-high earthen wall suddenly rose.

"My lord, this is..."

"Martial law in the city, no one is allowed to enter the city" The guard's tone was very cold, as if he could not see the heavy leather coat of the coachman soaked in the rain, and could not hear the thunder that shook the sky, he stood quietly in front of the car, but he didn't seem to look at him.

"But you're clear—"

"That's contraband, I'm just doing my duty," the guard's tone was relaxed, flat but unemotional.

"But..."

"I said, it's contraband, if you don't want to squat, get out of the city" He glanced at the rough stone crystal in the coachman's hand in disgust, and smacked his tongue obviously, "Damn the inved, this is not the place for you to come, now, back off, get out of here" A spike suddenly rose from the flat ground, pointing straight at the coachman's throat.

The coachman's hand was clutched to the reins, his lip was bitten and bloodied, and he stared at the guard viciously, with a look of death as if he were at home.

"Texas"

"Received. After an extremely brief reply, the straw around her was pushed away, and the skills that had been trained in a hundred battles were capable and precise, and the afterimage left behind even changed the direction of the wind, and she did not touch the hilt of the knife at her waist, but only touched it lightly, and the guard lost consciousness in an instant.

"You are—" The coachman's expression was not only surprised, but also more grateful and joyful that could not be concealed.

"I'm sorry. Another blow to the knife, and the coachman lost consciousness, but compared to the guard's distorted and twisted neck, the shallow red mark was like a joke.

Texas dragged the bodies of the guards and the sleeping coachman back to the straw pile, and I took the reins. The camel let out a howl of discontent, and the platform behind it was empty.