The sand bandits moved, and they were waiting for this sentence. They didn't even pick up a knife. They ran past Xia Zuo, dragged their dying leader, and ran towards the sand dunes in a mess.

Xia Zuo's chest was rising and falling rapidly. He was not tired, but he had not fully vented just now. His blood felt like it was about to boil but was still a little bit late. This made him feel a little uncomfortable, and the irritability in his heart did not subside at all.

From Xia Zuo's appearance again until the leader of the sand bandit was beaten, and then the sand bandit escaped in a panic, everyone in the caravan was in a state of shock or dullness. It was not until the sand bandits climbed over the sand dunes and disappeared from their sight that some of them were awake.

"This..." Amuti, who was on the camel, immediately held his chest and bowed to Xia Zuo with one hand, and wanted to say something thankful, but he stopped just now.

Xia Zuo put the hat behind the robe on his head, hid his body completely in the robe again, turned around and walked directly to the sand dune he had just run to, without any intention of dealing with the caravan.

Xia Zuo gradually walked away.

"The sand bandit actually fought in the nest? He is so cruel. It turns out that he is a disgusting Selsa..."

"Shh! Miss Penia begs you not to talk nonsense, be careful of being heard by him."

In the empty and hot desert, the subtle dialogue between the girl and the old man flowed with the wind and drifted into Xia Zuo's ears. This was the second time Xia Zuo heard the bad adjective of disgust today.

Xia Zuo's body, who had already walked away, suddenly stopped, and his thin little hands shook slightly.

Xia Zuo turned around and walked towards the caravan again with a speed of neither fast nor slow speed. The caravan that was about to set off stopped again at the instructions of his boss Amuti. His heart suddenly rose to his throat, because he knew that Xia Zuo might have heard something.

"Ask you a question." Xia Zuo walked to the caravan and quickly took off his hat on his head, looked up at Amutisen and said coldly.

"Bai... Master Bai? You said!" Amuti immediately responded, with a little worried in his eyes. He didn't know Xia Zuo's identity, but he heard that the sand bandit had just called that.

"Who is she?" Xia Zuo glanced at the girl Penia, then looked at Amu and asked.

"It's my niece, Penia."

"Why did she have a gun?"

"This..." Amuti was speechless, and there was an uneasy panic in his eyes.

This is a Spanish colony, and the control of muskets is extremely strict. Ordinary people and local merchants cannot hold muskets even if they are rich. Amtuy cannot not know this and cannot commit this taboo, because once they are discovered, they will be confiscated all their wealth and hanged.

Here, except for the Spanish colonial army, there are only nobles who can possess muskets.

Amuti is a serious businessman, traveling between cities to and from the ground to resell goods. If Penia was really his niece, it would be impossible for him to carry a gun, because it was a death-seeking act.

Penia's identity is very suspicious. It is very likely that it was a private goods carried by Amudit, who was a noble lady.

The so-called private goods are divided into two types in the desert. One is precious goods. Because they are small and easy to hide, the merchants do not give the robbers a certain amount of money in proportion. This kind of goods is called private goods.

Another type is people, people mixed in caravans who need to be escorted.

Peña is a private goods, and Amti wants to escort Peña back to Port Deseado.

The caravan's behavior of escorting private goods is absolutely not allowed for sand bandits, especially the escorts. The escorts often have a high status and their value exceeds the value of the goods carried by the entire caravan.

In fact, Xia Zuo had long discovered that Penia had a musket on her body. Although it was under her robe, he vaguely saw it when the wind just started. However, at that time, he only wanted to end the robbery earlier. It was better to have less than more things. He didn't like robbery at all, but Penia's two insults made him unable to control himself.

The Celsa people were despised, disgusted, and even hated by the whole world for historical reasons. Therefore, the Celsa people who once dominated Latin America were massacred. In the end, the remaining remnants were hidden in the desert and survived by robbery.

Although history is long, there is still a great prejudice against the Celsa people all over the world. From the first time Penia met the Celsa people, she used the adjective "disgusting" to describe the Celsa people many times. This shows what position the Celsa people occupies in this world.

Lower man!

mean!

cruel!

These words often appear in the words of the Celsa people, who have been completely demonized.

Xia Zuo knew that the whole world hated his race and often heard insults, but he usually chose to pretend that he hadn't heard it. Now the Celsa people are doing robbery, and it is really unreasonable to rob others and not let others curse behind their backs.

However, not long ago, Xia Zuo had let go of the caravan and did not care about private goods. He had just saved them by other sand bandits. However, Penia still insulted in a high tone, and even waited for Xia Zuo to go far away. At this time, because he had not vented his emotions, Xia Zuo, who was already on the verge of going wild, could not bear it and did not want to endure it anymore.

"She is a private product, right? You don't follow the rules." Seeing that Amuti couldn't speak, Xia Zuo's tone became colder and narrowed his eyes.

"Oh hey! This time, Mr. Bai, I was wrong as an old boy. There are fifty gold here. You can take it to be her passing money. Look..." Amuti was a little panicked. Peña's identity could not stand the investigation. He could not hide it anymore. He immediately turned over and got off the camel. While squeezing a smile on his dry face, he also took out a wallet from his arms.

Xia Zuo just robbed the caravan and only got ten golds, but now, Amuti is willing to pay another fifty golds.

Fifty gold, that is, fifty gold coins, is already a lot of money. Ordinary businessmen may not be able to save this money in their lifetime. Of course, for Amuti, who has been in business in the desert for decades, this money will not hurt him.

"I don't want your money, let her come over. I want to take her back and let her family bring a thousand gold to redeem people." Xia Zuo sneered on his tender face, pointed at Penia and shouted.

"Or, give me a thousand gold and I'll leave right away." Shazzo paused and said.

One thousand gold?

The goods Amuti brought with him this time were only worth 100 yuan. His total net worth may be 100 yuan, but who would take all his wealth with him when he walked into the desert?

Xia Zuo clearly spoke up, not expecting to get the money immediately, but must take the people away.

"This... Master Bai, is there a little more? In the past, the highest redeem is only a hundred..." Amuti's face became very ugly, his face was full of wrinkles and squeezed together, making him look even older.

"Is this too much? Isn't this disgusting what the Celsa people should do?" Xia Zuo interrupted Amuti with a sneer.

Amuti's face turned completely pale. He understood that the half-grown child in front of him had heard Penia's words, and this was not a matter of money at all.

"This... Miss Peña, we're sorry for you, please!" Amuti stayed on the spot. After a while, he turned around and looked up at Peña, bowed his hand, and said in a dry and difficult voice.

He had no choice. In fact, he was also doing his best for Peña. If he really tried to protect Peña now, no matter what the result was, everyone in the caravan would not want to walk out of the desert alive.

No one is more familiar with the desert than the Celsa people. This is the home court of the Celsa people, and no one is their opponent. The Spanish garrison once sent a thousand-man guard into the desert to encircle the infamous Celsa people, but the whole army was wiped out and even the bodies were found.

There is no reason why the Celsa people can be despised, disliked, or even hated by the whole world, but still do not perish in the desert.

"You..." Penia looked down at Amuti, making an angry voice, her eyes widened and could not speak.

"Master Bai, I'll leave Peña to you. In half a month, we will bring money to redeem people. I hope Master Bai will not hurt Miss Peña." Amuti ignored Peña's anger and turned to look at Xia Zuo.

After Amuti finished speaking, he glanced at the young man on the camel on the other side of Penia with his outlook.

That was Penia's personal guard, he was the biggest guarantee for Penia to walk through the desert, and the caravan was just a cover-up.

Amuti knew this very well, but he still chose to hand over Penia. This was to clear the relationship. He had already handed over the person. If the guard took action, he would have nothing to do with the caravan. In this way, no matter what happened, it would not affect the lives of dozens of people in the caravan.

"We Celsa people still have this credit, you don't need to worry." Xia Zuo responded, and glanced at Penia again.

"Get out!" Shazo shouted to Penia.

"You... the disgusting Celsa man, do you know who I am? Gaito, teach him a lesson!" Penia turned her angry gaze to Xia Zuo, her face turned pale, and she shouted to greet the young man beside her.

"Yes, Miss!" The young man named Gaito was about twenty-seven or eight years old, tall and burly, sitting on the camel and said respectfully to Penia. Then his body ejected from the camel, flipping in the air like a kite, landing on the sand in front of the caravan.

Under Amuti's quiet signal, the caravan began to move backwards, leaving Penia alone in front, retreating for more than ten meters before stopping.

It seems that they abandoned Peña. Now only the guards on the sand ahead of Peña were her only support, but Peña was not afraid because she knew that Gaito was very strong and very strong!

"Boy, you can leave now, I won't hurt you!" Gaito's face was as gloomy as water. He looked at Xia Zuo's ten meters away and said as he slowly pulled out the thin sword hanging around his waist. At the same time, a shield the size of a palm lit up in front of him, which was a light shield composed of energy, floating three inches away from his chest.

Swordsman!

He is a fighting pro!
Chapter completed!