Ji Wuming looked at Zhang Kai who rushed into his tent anxiously, and chuckled: "What makes you so panicked?"
Zhang Kai swallowed hard and said, "The second young master is gone!"
"Hmm? What's going on?"
"Just just went to the Second Young Master's tent and found that the Second Young Master was missing. There was a letter on the bed." Zhang Kai said and handed the letter to Ji Wuming.
Ji Wuming took the letter and opened it, and immediately cursed, "This little brat left without saying a word." Then he patted Zhang Kai on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Don't worry, Xiaoyun said he would be back soon after he went out for a walk."
"That's good..." Zhang Kai also let go of his heart...
In the endless desert, a lonely figure was walking in the sand. This black robe looked very bloated. A black hat covered his face and could not see his appearance. The raging wind rolled up sand and slapped him. The man didn't realize it, and he was still walking forward on his own, and disappeared into the sand in the blink of an eye.
"It's finally here!" The man in black robe sighed at the city standing in front of him, and walked in with a step.
As soon as I entered the city, I felt a completely different scene from the desert outside. Yellow yellow houses stood beside the street, and the whole street was even more lively, with people coming and going, and the noisy hawking sounds were endless.
A man wrapped in a black robe walked through the crowd without any abruptness, because the bad weather here made many people dress like this.
The man in black robe walked into a restaurant and sat down, enjoying the rare tranquility.
"Oh... I don't know how long it will take for such a day!" A man with rough skin and dark face sighed.
"Don't worry, it won't take long. The Prime Minister is rectifying the military camp. It won't take long before we can get out of this damn desert!" Another person said with fanatical eyes.
The man in black robe showed a wicked smile on his face hidden under the hat and said to himself: "Reorganize the military camp? Isn't it disbanded?" It seems that Cha Kelin's prestige here is really high...
"Checkout!" The man in black robe shouted, threw a gold coin on the table and left. Everyone at the table looked at the bloated back in surprise, then turned to drink the tea in his cup. No matter how generous he was, he was just a passerby. In the world, there were countless people coming and going every day, and who would remember a passerby who had passed by?
He found someone casually and asked about the location of the Prime Minister's Mansion. He walked alone under the shocked gaze. The man shook his head and thought to himself: Maybe it was a foreigner who wanted to pay tribute to the Prime Minister's reputation...
Taro's defeat did not reduce Chaklin's reputation. In the hearts of the people of Taro, Chaklin's status became higher and higher, because the reason why Chaklin launched the war was for the people of Taro.
In the eyes of the people of the four empires, Cha Kelin is a demon who invades his home and does everything he wants. In the eyes of the people of Taro, he is a hero who is dedicated to serving the people. Who can tell the right and wrong?
The Prime Minister's Mansion is on the east side of the city, and there is no figure around. The people all look at each other from afar and then leave, as pious as worshiping gods.
I am in a bad state in recent days, so I may be second more today, but it will not be too late. No matter how bad the condition is, I will not owe updates. This is my inner persistence...