The Mighty Sword of Legend

Chapter 7

"There's no 'but'! I'll give you three days of time, or else the next time I see you, I'll throw you into an anus from a camel to see if it will grow a bit fatter! Elhan, you cheap bastard! You scum! Get out of my way right now!" Kabaiel roared furiously. His roar clearly already alerted the few customers in the bar, and they were currently looking over with astonished expressions.

On one side, he had already understood the general process of what had happened. Although the two of them talked in a closer way, it was essential for the heir of a large consortium like this one to learn further. Kelvin was still expressionless, as if he had turned a blind eye to all this. He was only paying attention to the surroundings.

Walking behind Kabradhabi, he made a gesture to the overwhelmed Ali Mohan to signal him not to be nervous, and then said to Kabradhabi with a more intimate gesture, "Mr. Kabradhabi."

"What are you doing?!" Kabradhabi roared and turned around abruptly. Its expression was ferocious, which startled Kavaqi. When he saw clearly what was happening, he was stunned and immediately put on a smiling face. "Oh, dear sir, welcome here. Do you want to see your performance? Or do you want me to find you a charming woman? I apologize for my rudeness just now."

"It's nothing." She smiled indifferently and waved her hand at Elvin. "This gentleman is the guest I invited. I have something to ask him for help. I think, you won't ask him to leave, will you? Of course, I'll pay for him."

Kavaqi was stunned again. He hadn't expected that his words would become so further automatic, and he hadn't expected that the poor Elmhan would be able to offer such a great help. But thinking about it, he replied, "Of course, since it's my honor to say so, then forget about the bill. If there's anything you need me to do, just tell me." After saying goodnight again, he took a few steps and turned around to look at Elmhan in surprise, as if he wasn't resigned to the outcome.

Ben made a gesture of "please" to Elway Mohan. He also sat on the chair next to the bar. Only Kelvin stood behind him like a nail.

"What do you want to drink?" Ben asked.

"W... whiskey." Elmohan replied cautiously.

In a short while, he had only drunk half a glass of wine, but Elvin had already drunk two. It seemed that he had drunk a lot before, and his black and thin face turned red. His body, which had shrunk into a ball, seemed to have straightened up a little.

"I'm sorry that I didn't arrive at the agreed time." She was playing with his pipe again. "If I could take a helicopter, I don't think such a situation would happen. Now, Mr. Ali Mohan, can you tell me why?"

Elhan put down his wine cup with a hint of reluctance. He bent down towards Ben and replied respectfully, "I thank you very much for being willing to comply with our agreement. Please trust me, sir. Our Red Scorpion race's sacred lands do not allow any mechanical transportation vehicles to approach that place. I swear in the name of the Lord."

He shrugged his shoulders in reply. The first person he met was this elder who arrived in a city called Wadhahaha at the border of Egypt. In the past, he was in this city, publicly discussing and discussing a proposal made by an alchemicist from Egypt and other countries. When the meeting was over, he accidentally met a small, old man from Areab, who had been wandering about the local ghost market, standing in a corner selling a mason in his hand. The carvings and patterns on this blacksmith were not of the same type as those from other ancient countries, or rather, it seemed to be Asian in design, but the carvings and patterns on it were clearly affected by the European culture. The old man had immediately purchased it at four times the price he had sought from the new continent. When he asked about the origin of this ancient item, the old man's reply had given him quite some time. The location he mentioned was precisely the location of the Sleeping Pagoda, a location he had found from his own satellites!

To Roland's surprise, the old man was able to speak fluent English. He had planned to hire a guide to help him get a considerable amount of money, but it had never occurred to him that the guide would be able to get such a high reward. He had thought for a long time before he had proposed that the payment should be no more, but now he had two conditions. (In fact, he had been begging for two conditions at that time). The first condition was that he should help his son who was weak and sickly. The second condition was that he should arrive at Hanmo Village, which was not far from the Sleeping Tower, at the appointed time.

Due to the satellite's blurry images, it was only after the computer analyzed the situation that he obtained this image. He wasn't even sure if that place existed, let alone the fact that the satellite had never obtained this type of image before. After listening to the old man's conditions, he agreed without even thinking that if the car was done, at the very least, he could appreciate the beautiful scenery of the desert once more. As for saving lives, this was a good thing to begin with, so why wouldn't he be happy?

Now that he thought about it, perhaps the old man named Ali Mohan had some internal information, which was similar to what Han Wenyue and Zhao Zhiqiu had mentioned. Perhaps, there was really some supernatural power.

Thinking of this, he straightened his body and said, "So, when can we set off?"

"Tomorrow, Sir, we can set off early tomorrow morning. However, shouldn't you leave the car here?" Elhan raised his wine cup and set it down again.

At first, he frowned. He was afraid that time would be delayed if he did that. However, since they all said so, there should be a reason. So he nodded and turned back to Kelvin, "Captain Kelvin, please inform everyone that we will set off at 8 a.m. tomorrow and prepare a few camels by the way."

Kelvin replied, "Yes." But he did not leave, still standing behind the notebook. He took out a walkie-talkie from his jacket bag and spoke a few words. Who knew that there would be noisy music from the walkie-talkie.

Kelvin frowned. He was just about to say something when Jack's voice sounded from the stairs next to him. Turning his head, he saw Jack and a few other soldiers laughing and laughing coming down from the stairs. Each of them were holding a Areabian woman with a veil and a belly. However, Jack's other hand was also not idle, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand.

Kelvin's face grew darker and darker. Just when he was about to lose his temper, he chuckled and said, "Captain Kelvin, I think you should forget about your reprimand. Everyone's been working hard all this while."

Kelvin swallowed his saliva and nodded helplessly. He said to Jack and the others, "We'll set off tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock. Jack, you have to get up one hour early and prepare a few camels. Disperse!"

###Chapter4,The Red Scorpion Tribe

Han Wenyue had a habit of getting up early. After running the mental cultivation method of Internal Strength for a week, she heard a knock on the door. She opened the door and stood outside with a smile. "Good morning, it's late yesterday. I didn't disturb you. We're going to leave at 8 o'clock. Is there any problem?"

Han Wenyue also smiled and said, "Of course, good morning, Uncle."

"Good morning." Zhao Zhiqiu, who was next door, had come out at some point. He was wearing an earth-yellow canvas coat that had been washed clean last night. He was carrying a travel bag on his back and a water bottle on his waist. He was carrying the katana that Han Wenyue had seen last night.

"Morning." Han Wenyue smiled. She opened her mouth and was stunned for a while before saying, "Zhao... Ah, Zhiqiu, early!" Obviously, he was somewhat unfamiliar with Zhao Zhiqiu's current appearance.

Hill just so happened to walk up the stairs. "Mr. Orloff, everything is ready. We can set off at any time. Should we wake up Sado and Falley?"

He quickly took his eyes back from Zhao Zhiqiu, bowed his head and thought for a moment, "No, tell the hotel owner to give a message to let them wait here for us. Oh, ask the waiter to come up and take our luggage away by the way."

Kelvin nodded and headed downstairs. In just a minute, not only did the waiter come, but also Kavaqi rushed over with large strides while shouting, "Oh my Lord, I've only stayed for a single night, so why do you want to leave? Am I not being well-disposed?"

While bitterly enduring his powerful embrace, he replied, "Of course not, Mr. Kabpa Qi. I'm just going to the Red Scorpion Race's holy land to do an investigation."

"Red Scorpion Clan?!" Kawa Qi cried out in alarm. He suddenly loosened his grip on the book and took a step back. In that instant, the boss that originally looked snobbish wasn't as simple as he had thought, because at this moment, the expression in Kabvidar's eyes was extremely complicated.

In an extremely short amount of time, Kawa Qi returned to normal. He patted his forehead and said, "Heavens! What are you talking about? I've been running an inn here for almost ten years, and I've never heard of this place before, let alone the Red Scorpion Clan. I believe your distinguished self has most likely been fooled by that drunkard Elmhan. He only knows how to swindle the money of those foreign tourists to drink. There seems to be quite a few guests in Hanmo Village, but I've never heard of any Red Scorpion Clan."

If it wasn't for the surprised and complex expression on Kabradhabi's face when it heard about the Red Scorpion Race, it might have truly been that drunkard Elmhan. Unfortunately, it was evident that Kabradhabi had lost its composure in just a few seconds. Kabradhabi wasn't an archa junta, and as the heir to a great family, as well as an extremely successful merchant, in business negotiations, there were times when the other party's slightest expressions and movements would reveal some of their intentions.

With a silent smile, he said, "But he didn't ask me for anything in return."

Kass opened his mouth but failed to make a sound.

It was the first time that he stretched out his hand, and he forced himself to hold the hand of Kavaqi, who was still in a daze, and said with a smile, "That's it, Mr. Kavaqi, could you please inform Sally and Falley to wait for us here? Oh, and, and the room, please help us keep it, I believe we will meet soon. Of course, the rent will be paid, goodbye!" After that, he led Han Wenyue and the waiter with their bags downstairs without looking back.

Kava stared blankly, only when everyone's figures disappeared into the doorway did he seem to come back to his senses. While cursing something in a low voice, he quickly rushed to his office below, opening up a small lamp holder on the wall. The document cabinet on the other wall suddenly moved horizontally, revealing two tightly shut metal doors. At this time, Kava's movements were extremely fast, clearly not in tune with his own body's movements. After entering a set of code into a small keyboard at the side of the door, the metal door opened, and then kawa entered. However, in two seconds, the metal door closed again, and the file cabinet and lamp holder also returned to their original position, as if nothing happened.