Chapter 548 8.66 Mbia Oasis (3)

Chapter 548 66 Mbia Oasis (3)

The Hashma Gang continued to walk along the empty city road. Read М

The breeze blew up the yellow sand, making the city almost always covered by a thin layer of yellow sand. The visibility on the street was only more than 200 meters. Beyond this distance, the scorching sun would make the light distorted like steam.

Seeing this huge and exquisite city become like this, the porters who were quite excited along the way fell into silence.

No one discussed which woman had fair skin and beautiful looks. Everyone lined up tightly, looking around vigilantly, and guarding the remaining goods in the caravan.

"Boss, this is not the first time this has happened."

"Five years ago, I could already feel that the population of this city was gradually decreasing, but every time I asked, the high-level priests said that it was due to the war with the dark crazy warlocks in the southern plateau."

The speaker was the clerk of the Hashma Gang.

Like Abdullah Sah, this clerk named "Gurga Rashid" is also one of the indispensable backbones of the Hashma Gang. Rashid was born in "Tocharia", the middle node of the Silk Road. His biological mother is a Hu people and his biological father is an Arab.

He has been mixed in the business houses opened by the Tang people since he was a child, which has enabled him to practice a sophisticated abacus skills.

In addition, he also speaks fluent Tibetan and a small amount of business-related Chinese.

Relying on these abilities, he successfully gained a foothold in the Hashma Gang.

All the accounts of the caravan, including purchases and shipments, and logistical supplies, all rely on Rashid's abacus. Relying on his natural ability to observe details, he had begun to notice the abnormality of the free people in the Black Desert as early as 5 years ago.

But during that period, the reduction in the population of free people was not as obvious as it is now. After breaking through the yellow sand with countless difficulties and dangers, the joy of entering the city is enough to dilute this little concern.

In the following four years, the prices of goods in Constantinople soared.

Old Hash was keenly aware of the hidden dangers and did not enter the desert again for four years.

This trip was due to the outrageous prices of goods from the free people and the demands of the Byzantine scholars.

Old Hash knew that the journey would not be too smooth, but he never expected it to become what it is now.

After going through the desert with great difficulty, they entered an empty city like a ghost town.

If it weren't for the two Styx priests standing in front of the Temple of Anubis, he couldn't be sure whether the figures that occasionally shuttled through the yellow sand were living people.

The Hash caravan touched the Fayoum Hotel where they often stayed in an almost panic-stricken manner.

All the familiar faces in the hotel had disappeared. There were no guests in the spacious dining hall on the ground floor. Only an old free man was napping at the bar.

Old Hash would stay here every time he entered the Mbia Oasis.

He was sure that he had never seen this old man.

The dozing old man obviously didn't expect that there would be guests coming today. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head and rubbed his eyes to make sure that the group of people in front of him were not illusions.

Then he stood up shakily.

"Dear merchants, if you want to stay in the hotel, just go upstairs. We have plenty of guest rooms. You can freely choose the room you want to live in."

"I'm sorry for the shortage of manpower. The war in the south is tight, and all the young people have gone out of the city to defend against the enemy. I'm just a night watchman.

If you want to eat, you can only use the kitchen to make a fire and cook."

The caravan stood in the lobby of the hotel, and they didn't expect that there would be such a situation here. Old Hash wiped the long table beside him and found that a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the long table.

He once again recalled the advice that the owner of the Shahu Inn in Memphis had given him.

"In recent times, it's good enough if three out of ten caravans can return safely. Most of the three teams that returned were blocked by the Quicksand River."

"None of the teams that crossed the Quicksand River returned to Memphis."

Now it seems that the old shopkeeper's words may not be false.

It's not surprising that the free people lost their traces in Memphis. The Mbia Oasis is still empty, and the travelers who visited each other between the oases have disappeared.

They will not go all the way north and cross the desert.

"Where is the original owner of the Fayoum Inn, 'Bushimi Fayoum', now?"

"Haha, I don't know if those who go out to fight the crazy warlock can return safely!" The old man mechanically explained all the answers and continued to slump in the chair drowsily.

"I came last month, oh no, it seemed to be the month before last, I can't remember the exact time.

The high-level priests came into my house and asked me to come and look after the store for them. They gave me food, cloth, blankets and so on.

I didn't dare to refuse, so I came."

"If this brother hadn't mentioned it today, I wouldn't even know that the original owner of the inn was named 'Fayoum'."

"Boss, this old man has disordered breathing and weak legs. He is just a weak mortal, not a warrior or a chosen one."

Sah whispered in Hash's ear.

"The scattered people in the team have left. I suggest that we don't rest today and go straight to the market. No matter what we have, we can exchange whatever we can!"

"You go and empty the carriage, I'll go and replenish the food and water, and you must leave this hellhole before the sun rises tomorrow morning. This city is full of weirdness, so we'd better not stay here for even a minute!"

"As for the group of scholars and Byzantine merchants, I will lead three brothers to stay here and wait for them to come back."

"I will still take the road from Mbia Oasis to Langte Oasis, and you can wait for us in Langte Oasis and meet us."

The two of them went upstairs while talking, and after going up to the second floor of the hotel, they found a few rooms to stay in.

Old Hash recalled that it seemed that when he entered this hotel 5 years ago, there were not many people living here, and some of his subordinates even complained that there were cracks in the wall, and sand and wind would seep in at night.

Two gay men who liked to live in the attic had discovered that the attic was in disrepair and full of holes 5 years ago.

You know, this is the extremely rich Mbia Oasis!

How could a hotel dedicated to receiving foreign caravans and merchants make such a mistake? !

(The danger is clearly in front of me, why didn't I notice it?)

At this moment, Old Hash felt what it meant to be caught in a dilemma.

The strange city, the dilapidated hotel, the deserted streets, he could feel that every cell in his body was warning him.

It was no psychological burden for him to abandon Heath Blanche, but he couldn't abandon the Byzantine scholars.

Especially "Mergwen Waldorf" from the Waldorf family.

"There is really no free lunch in the world. I wanted to climb up the rising city, but I didn't expect to have to endure this test.

Lord Cinder King, I thank you for testing me."

Take out the oil lamp and light the flame, old Hash put his hands together and prayed devoutly to the flame.

Time passed by, and before the sun was about to set, he opened his eyes.

Loki appeared in front of him again.