The Mighty Sword of Legend

Chapter 3

The middle-aged gentleman put down his things and looked back at Kelvin. Under the gaze of his deep blue eyes, Kelvin suddenly felt a bit guilty. He lowered his head, but then raised his head and looked at the middle-aged gentleman. The middle-aged gentleman sighed, "That's good. Your commission, I'll add ten percent more."

Kelvin stared blankly for a moment and didn't insist on his opinion. He pulled out the military knife in his boots and cut open the sleeve of the person. The other soldiers didn't object either, and a few even winked at each other. It seemed like they were very satisfied with the result. Jack raised his hand, shrugged his shoulders and made a face.

Under the efforts of the five people, including the two drivers, the following treatment work went very smoothly. The man's breathing and heart began to become stronger. At this time, Jack and others had already moved the food out of the car, and everyone began to have today's lunch.

###Chapter2,The Mysterious tourist

The middle-aged gentleman and other four people gathered together. Eight soldiers led by Kelvin sat a few meters away. At this time, they were whispering and did not make a noise as usual. Jack also looked at the young man with wide eyes from time to time.

The young man was chewing bread while looking at the strangers lying around him. Like most travelers in the desert, he wore a coarse but very strong canvas coat. His whole body seemed to be immersed in the sand, and his body was covered with dust. Even his hair had turned yellow. This was probably why no one saw him just now. His face could only vaguely be seen through, let alone his appearance. He didn't look tall, only about 170cm, and his body looked very thin. The most eye-catching thing throughout his body was only two things. One was a long cloth bag tightly grabbed in his left hand, and the other was the green iron kettle with a red paint of five stars on its waist. In his memory, this kettle was popular in the age of the new Z country around 80 years, and now it entered the museum. Was he also a native of Z country?

A soft moan interrupted his train of thought. "Water," a stranger croaked hoarsely, "The water." The young man placed down the piece of bread he was holding, his right arm draped over the man's neck, and his left hand clung to the man's cracked lips. The man quickly emptied a bottle of water, but the man quickly snatched it from him and began pouring more water into his mouth. The young man smiled at the man, pleased that he was able to save a life, nevermind a Chinese descendant!

It was not until the last drop of water in the pot was poured out that the man put down the pot in his hand reluctantly. He supported his swaying body with his hand and wanted to sit up. The young man patted him on the shoulder and said in Chinese, "You are still weak and are still injecting blood. You can rest in peace." Hearing this sentence, the man's eyes flashed with joy, but then he shook his head, pulled out the needles on his arm, sat up, and looked at the four people around him.

"Thank you, everyone." The man spoke in a hoarse and slightly stiff English, which also showed that his tone was particularly sincere.

The four of them were very excited. They looked at each other and smiled. It seemed that the middle-aged gentleman's next sentence could express their current mood,"What can make you happier than saving a life?"

"My surname is O' Moss [O'Mo'Mo'er's]. You can call me Ben." The middle-aged gentleman reached out a hand and shook that person's hand. "This is my nephew, he is a native of the Z country like you. His name is Han Wenyue. It sounds a bit more pleasant to speak Chinese, am I right?" The driver began to explain. "These two are my friends. Samurm and Falley, two racing drivers." The two drivers seemed to feel extremely honored to call me friends, even shaking their fists when shaking it off with strangers.

After shaking hands with everyone, the man began to introduce himself. "My surname is Zhao, and my full name is Zhao Zhiqiu. You can call me Zhiqiu."

"Zhiqiu, you mean Ye Zhiqiu, right?" The man asked in Chinese. He nodded and looked like a person who didn't speak much. "Good name!" he praised.

Here, there was a need to introduce a general situation of the few of them. The middle-aged gentleman's full name was FAILUREiel, and he was 46 years old. He had nationality and was the current successor of the O'er Aslo Financial Group, one of the six financial groups in the world. Just like the other large financial groups, almost no one could find out how much assets he had, and there were several dozen of them. However, his personality was extremely low. Apart from a few people from the upper class, there weren't many high officials who believed to know him. His personal hobby was to collect antiques and speak Seven Country's language. He was a guest professor of a well-known university's archaeology system.

The two drivers were truly worthy of being called public figures. They had won the championship of the world-class drawing force many times. It was precisely because of this that the fleet under O' Moss Family's command was often aimed at providing transport for them, allowing them to pursue their personal preferences in some of the more untraversed places.

Kelvin's full name was Hillfler, Country M. He was 32 years old, and his military rank was Shangguan. Jack was relatively mysterious. Everyone called him Jack, 27 years old. His individual combat abilities were extremely outstanding, and he excelled in Dou Techniques like the Jeet Kuneze, karate Hand, and others. At the same time, his black man's exceptional reflexes and combat perception were quite outstanding as well, and everything else was quite unknown. The two of them and the six other soldiers all belonged to a mercenary group called Black Hole, and at the same time, they were the most outstanding members of this army. Black Hole had previously obtained the assistance of O'Moor As Group and Han Wenyue's father, but even though they were now an independent army, they were actually still intricately connected with O'Moor As Group and Han Wenyue.

The young man's full name was Han Wenyue. He was 24 years old and was a Chinese. He seemed to have a very close relationship with his father. In the early years, his father and uncle supported the Heather Group and established a multinational company. His parents died in letters, and his uncle raised them. He should have been the heir of Huaheng Group. However, three years ago, he suddenly ran a detective agency in Z Country after graduating from college. His personal interest was the martial arts of Z Country, specialized in metaphysics. He mastered the language of four countries.

The stranger's full name was Zhao Zhiqiu. He was 22 years old. He was born in North Sea Road of Z Country. His mother died when he was 3 years old, and his father disappeared at his 8th birthday.

The atmosphere became more lively with the addition of another companion. Unfortunately, Zhao Zhiqiu did not talk much and it was a pity. After a brief introduction and greetings that were close to an induction, he returned to silence. After seeing the melancholy in his eyes from time to time, he stopped the questioning that he had wanted to ask. It was very impolite to question the other party about the past that they were not willing to talk about.

After a short lunch, they began their journey again.

Zhao Zhiqiu's spirits were obviously much better. At this time, he was closing his eyes to rest with Han Wenyue and him, who was sitting in the row. Of course, adding one or two more people to such a large off-road vehicle was no different from before. Jack was much more restrained, but he was still lazily leaning on the chair. His eyes were looking at Han Wenyue from time to time. It seemed that he had already learned what Han Wenyue had done to him from other colleagues.

Han Wenyue was chatting with others. It was in Chinese, so everyone in the car except Zhao Zhiqiu felt that they were listening to the Tomes of Arcane.

"Wenyue, Z Country is really good at Kung Fu." She played with his pipe habitually. "The last time I saw you, I felt that Z Country's Kung Fu was similar to karate. What's wrong? Have you found a new master?" Han Wenyue showed an apologetic smile and did not answer. Her shrewd wife certainly understood the meaning of his smile and did not continue the topic.

"Your detective agency doesn't make money, and now you even need to pay to maintain normal operation, right?" He looked down at his beloved pipe.

"Yes, Uncle." Han Wenyue replied with a smile.

"So." Ben slowly raised his head and moved the pipe to his mouth. He looked at him and said, "Why do you want it to continue? If you don't like your environment, you can come to my place. All my industries, electronic, machine, clothing, film and television, as long as you like, you can pick whatever you want. What do you think?"

Han Wenyue looked ahead, staring at the endless desert. "Uncle, I am very grateful for your kindness. In fact, I have always regarded you as my own uncle, but..." Speaking of which, Han Wenyue hesitated. The tradition of Z Country has always been that domestic shame should not be made public. Her family had been messed up by her two greedy cousins, but how could such things be mentioned in front of me? Thinking of this, Han Wenyue continued, "But I like what I do now very much. At least, in my opinion, it is very meaningful to help, even to save others. Just like archaeology, it is far more important and meaningful than money, right?"

Holding a pipe in his mouth, he seemed to be thinking about something. He had heard about Han Wenyue's family for a long time, but it was not convenient for him to ask. After a long silence, he said, "It's good for young people to have their own choices. If you need my help, just tell me. I'm referring to everything." After that, he gave Han Wenyue a meaningful look.

Han Wenyue nodded silently. The two of them returned to silence.

After a long time, Han Wenyue suddenly remembered something and asked, "Uncle, where is your destination this time? Is it related to archaeology?"

"Of course!" As soon as I mentioned archaeological, I couldn't hide my excitement, and my eyes were shining. "This time, I accidentally took a picture of a picture which was very similar to the place described in an ancient book before, so I decided to come."

"Oh?" Han Wenyue asked, "Can you tell me more about it?"

"En! It's roughly in Doha, and I was planning to publish a thesis then." With a pipe in one hand, his eyes were bright and full of energy. "The topic of this thesis is 'the European religion's influence onpattern laws.' Due to the need for large amounts of information, I've almost flipped through all of the various ancient books, including Moses and Cross Forces' East Expedition. I happened to find a book that had records of a high tower called Sleeping Pagoda."

Speaking of this, Zhao Zhiqiu, who was sitting next to Han Wenyue, suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the narrative book. Since he had been talking in Chinese, Zhao Zhiqiu was the only person in the car that could understand what he was saying.