Sword and Magic and Taxi

Oh, damn it, Butcher, could you be gentler? Zhao Mai was woken up by the tongue of the food reserve, and he was having a wet dream at the time. There were corpses lying on the ground around them, but not much of the smell of blood spread out. It seemed that the sand and the mountains here were constantly absorbing something from the corpses. That's good, it won't attract other monsters for the time being, and their condition can no longer withstand another attack.

In addition to Zhao Mai and Butcher, there are two people who are still alive tenaciously. One was a halfling who was still in a coma, lying straight next to Zhao Mai, who might wake up at any time. The other was actually Grandpa, the leader of the Sand Bandits.

What should we do now? Butcher frowned, and it seemed that his mind was still not very clear. Psychic powers are like this, like maggots in the tarsus, they will never stop until they achieve their goals. Many times, psychic powers use the power of the host itself to complete their work, so once they are infected, it is difficult to remove them on their own.

Butcher, please go collect the supplies on them and see if there is anything we can use. Zhao Mai probably saw the difficulty of his friend. Although he was not sure which spell caused it, this does not affect He makes a decision. Just after Butcher turned around and took a few steps away, Zhao Mai inserted the dagger into the halfling's eye socket until it entered his brain.

This is much easier and safer than finding the heart in the rib space.

With the psychic powers no longer serving a purpose, time would help Butcher slowly free himself from the spell.

Haha, it seems I'm dead too. The uncle smiled bitterly and looked down at the wounds on his chest and abdomen. The blood flowing out now has become very viscous, and the color has become like ink, like the color of crow feathers, the color of the messenger of death.

Zhao Mai looked at him, then raised his hand to cast a healing spell on himself and the food reserves to calm down. The magical light on his hands and the rapid recovery of the wounds made Grandpa very excited. Like a thirsty traveler who sees a clear stream, her eyes are full of longing.

Zhao Mai held the Megalodon in his arms and sat in front of him. Want to live?

Of course! The leader of the Sand Bandits managed to straighten his body and struggled to suppress his heavy breathing. Who doesn't want to live?

Even if this is a sad, hopeless, and cruel world, do you still want to continue living? Zhao Mai tilted his head and looked at his wound, pretending to understand and said: Okay, but now the treatment and the treatment will last for a while. Treatment makes no difference, and I can't guarantee that I can cure you. Besides, the biggest problem is that I feel uncomfortable every time I use the spell, so you need to give me a reason to cure you.

If you want to go to Tire City, I can take you there. I can tell you where there is water and where there are safe hotels along the way. The uncle said quickly.

The two of us can walk out of the endless sea of ​​sand, or we can continue walking, without you. So... Zhao Mai's eyes were calm and unmoved at all, and he said in a voice as stubborn as a stone: anything else?

I...I still have money and steel coins. I found them from desert ruins. They are quite valuable. There are more than two hundred of them. I give them all to you! You can immediately become a rich man, a slave owner, or the city of Tire. Official, Templar! I also know the high-ranking Templar of Tire City, he is my nephew, I can introduce him to you, which can save a lot of trouble!

If there is a cold hell in this world, then Zhao Mai's voice is like this: Is there any more?

I... Grandpa growled from his throat, like an enraged mastiff. His eyes were red, anger, unwillingness and humiliation welling up in his heart, along with another stream of black blood pouring out of his stomach.

I know you're suspicious of me, as is common in the desert. I have a map that helps me find my way. Do you think I'll always carry a map to deceive people?

What you said makes sense. No one would do that unless they had a plan. Zhao Mai stood up, the light of magic shining brightly on his left hand. Walking to Grandpa, Zhao Mai put his hand on his shoulder. Why did you deliberately let the mantis attack me?

Ah, because... As soon as the leader of the sand bandits said a few words, he felt his eyes suddenly light up, and then there was a cold feeling in his chest. Zhao Mai covered his eyes with the palm of his hand that cast the light spell, and then pierced the megalodon's gun blade into his heart.

Although I think what you did is right. Keeping him is always a disaster, but you are still so young, so you should leave it to me to do the killing.

Zhao Mai drew out his gun blade and looked at Butcher with some surprise: You think it's not good for me to do this?

Right and good are often not the same thing, and Zhao Mai can hear the difference between the two.

Because you are still young, I think you always travel alone, and you don't have many bonds except for your dog. At this time, it is easy for you to lose yourself and fall into the joy of killing. I have seen many young guys , of course, most of them are younger than you. Many of them eventually became guys who only kill and kill.

Oh, I wouldn't do that. In fact, I have a home far away. If it weren't for the guy who hit us with the aircraft, I might be playing with my parents, younger brothers and sisters now. Zhao Mai wiped his gun. Blade said to Butcher: I always remind myself to be kind to others, but there are always people who bully me. I can only force myself to resist such people. I don't feel the joy of killing. I'm just afraid that if I don't do it, I will No chance to go back.”

It's good to have a family, then you have a destination. Butcher said: However, when it comes to murder, you should leave it to me. I am already standing in the mud of blood, so there is no need to keep clean.

I think you have left the mud, really. Zhao Mai began to look through the trophies.

Butcher went through everyone's pockets and put their things together. Hey, Mike, I found two books on the halfling, and he's a mage!

Let me take a look. Zhao Mai took the books. One of them was a diary, which also served as an account book. It was of little help to them for the time being. The other one is very interesting, it is actually a guide for practicing psychic powers.

Can you understand it? Butcher had just flipped through it himself, and the words above were like a sacred book to him. There are too many secrets hidden among his companions. He gradually became certain that he was on a space journey, and this was definitely not Golarion.

Yes, I can understand it. This is a psychic power manual, the tricks of halflings. Zhao Mai put down the book and decided to confess everything to Butcher. I am a space traveler. Neither this planet of Atas nor your hometown of Golarion is my hometown. I am not strong myself, and all space travel relies on that deformable car. So. , if you want to go back, you still have to find a way to dig out the car.

Go back, are you kidding me? Butcher suddenly laughed: I had to hide in the north because of my notoriety, and then I hid in the valley because of the incident with Kelmanga. I am finally free now. This is a New World, right? Atas, Atas, what a good name!”

What happened to Kelmanga? Zhao Mai asked curiously.

When I feel better one day, I might tell you. Butcher dusted off the dust on his hands, picked up a rag and wiped his sword. Don't worry, I will help you dig out your car. I will help you wherever you want to go. But there is a condition in exchange. You have to teach me the local language and teach me the skills of a halfling.

You mean psychic powers? Zhao Mai looked at the book in his hand and scratched his head: First of all, I'm not sure if I can fully understand it, and I don't know if foreigners like you and me can learn the local powers. Yes. But I can at least completely translate it for you, and there’s no problem in teaching you the local language.”

Then it's settled. Butcher put the long sword back into its scabbard and pointed at the corpse on the ground: Come, I'll teach you how to pick things off the corpse. Our clothes, shoes and all the decorations are You have to be like the locals.”

I think so too. Zhao Mai nodded: We are going to Tire City, which is also one of the largest cities here. It is very important to do as the locals do. From now on, I will teach you the local language step by step, starting with Start with simple words.”

In this way, one teaches, the other learns, and the two clean the battlefield. They found the map on the white-robed sand pirate, and they found the spiritual crystal stone on the mantis man, which would be very helpful for them to develop psychic powers. Then the two gathered all the supplies for more than ten people, put on suitable clothes and equipment, and continued talking in the local language while continuing on the road to Tire City.