Chapter 483 8.2 Amnesia

Chapter 483 2 Amnesia

Where there is demand, there will naturally be desperate men who will try to snatch it.

Entering the Black Desert and finding the ancient temple priests is an absolute lucrative deal, and the reason is very simple.

There is nothing in the Black Desert.

In civilized society, 12 copper coins can buy a bucket of salt. If it is successfully transported into the Black Desert, it can be exchanged for red goods worth a hundred times more.

If the capital is more, the East Continent silk can be successfully brought in.

This thin and breathable fabric is the favorite of desert residents.

Not to mention the goods in the hands of the temple priests, even the relics of ancestors hidden for thousands of years can be taken out of the desert and transported back to the civilized world if you are lucky.

Don't assume that the temple priests are very poor just because these villages built in the distant desert look simple.

These guys have never lacked various treasures, because the ancient Egyptian kingdom once ruled this desert continuously for nearly 5,000 years. The tombs of hundreds of pharaohs are hidden in this sea of ​​sand, and each tomb contains priceless treasures.

The exact location of the tombs is known only to these temple priests.

In Constantinople, the act of entering the Black Desert is called "walking through the sand" by the merchants of Donglu, because in Donglu Chinese, "sand" means "kill". All merchants who intend to enter the Black Desert, no matter how experienced they are, must be prepared to go without return.

Although the golden dinar is good, you have to live to spend it.

There are many young merchants who dare to make one or two trips, but most of them gamble their lives and fight for two or three years, and stop in time after earning thousands of gold coins.

Merchants like Lao Hash who have been walking through the sand all their lives are rare in Constantinople.

Perhaps it is because of this that he can become a guest of honor for many royal relatives and nobles, not only in Constantinople, but also in Jerusalem and even the "great Chang'an", his name is still loud. The nobles called him "the friend of the Pharaoh".

Because every time he traveled, his caravan could successfully bring back a lot of goods.

After coughing lightly on his pipe, Lao Hashi secretly glanced at the Viking named "Loki" beside him. He had led a camel caravan in the Black Desert for a lifetime, and he had seen many strange characters on this road.

But he had never seen a merchant as crazy as this Viking man.

His camel caravan and Loki met by chance. When wisps of yellow sand began to fall from the sky, he seemed to vaguely see a lone figure walking on the top of a sand dune. After confirming with his companions again and again, he knew that this was not his illusion.

After hesitating again and again, he finally decided to stop this lonely traveler.

Because if he walked a few hundred meters further on the road he was going, he would fall into a flowing sand pit. The yellow sand seemed to be still, but in fact it was always in a slow flow. Once he stepped on the air, there was no place around to borrow strength. The whole body of a mortal will be pressed into the ground bit by bit by the fine sand.

This is an extremely painful way to die.

There is an unwritten rule in the camel caravans walking through the sand mouth - reject strangers on the road.

On the one hand, it is certainly because every route in the desert is found by countless predecessors with their lives. Easily teaching others is equivalent to breaking off a piece of your own rice bowl and sharing it.

This is not a wise behavior.

In a small sense, this will make enemies for yourself.

In a big sense, the merchants who can travel on this route at this time, except for Arabs, are only Tang people and Byzantines.

These two groups of foreign races are enemies of the empire!

Teaching the enemy how to make money is basically equivalent to giving them a broadsword and supporting their army to slaughter their compatriots.

Despite many concerns, Old Hash still stopped the tall white man who was walking alone and agreed to let him follow his camel caravan into Memphis.

Until now, he couldn't tell why.

Perhaps it was because of his smile that looked down on life and death.

Or was it the melancholy in the corner of his eyes?

After smoking a pack of cigarettes in silence, the old man walked out and looked at the sky. This sandstorm did not seem to stop in the short term. After returning to the temple, he took out the kettle and gulped down two mouthfuls of water, then handed the kettle to Loki beside him.

"Those who walk through the sand mouth are desperate people with no way to survive. Why would a noble lord like you appear in such a place?"

Loki drank two mouthfuls of water and found that there was a strong sour taste hidden in the spring water.

Only the old horse caravan would be so meticulous to add a lot of citrus and lemons to the kettle.

This thing is not cheap in the northern continent.

"How can you tell that I am a noble?"

"Haha, no one in this world can hide from this old man's eyes." Hash pointed to his turbid old eyes, and his whole old face smiled like a dried orange.

"I have seen quite a few 'Varyag Guards'. You are completely different from those musclemen who only know how to chop people, from the look to the appearance!

If they see me, I can guarantee with the salary king above my head that they will not leave within three sentences - 'How much money can you make this trip?'"

Loki touched his chin and smiled to himself, feeling that this is indeed the truth.

"I understand it too. Who doesn't want to make a few more silver coins when they come out to make a living, in the mud and rain?"

"As for you kid, hehe"

Hash stretched out a dry finger and pointed at the leather coat on his body.

"A piece of leather armor may look plain, but the seal on the back of the collar is from the 'bone craftsman' Simedis in Paris. I know Simedis, the old man. He has been making jewelry all his life. How could he switch to making clothes?"

"You are not an ordinary person to let Simedis 'switch' to make clothes for you!"

"And the Donglu Choupao under your leather armor, don't look at the dusty and dusty made in the desert, it is the real 'water cloud brocade'!

The fabric that Donglu nobles are eager to get!"

"Varyag Guard"

"Haha, being a bodyguard for dignitaries for 10 years may not be able to buy a foot!"

Loki smiled silently, and Hash continued to look at his face and found that he didn't seem as young as he thought.

Walking on this road for many years, all his goods were sold to the top nobles in Constantinople and Jerusalem. His eyesight is not comparable to that of ordinary small merchants.

On the other hand, Loki also understood that he was rescued by this group of Arab horsemen in this boundless desert, and 90% of it was because of his outfit. This fox-like old guy must have thought that he was some nobleman.

The problem is that Loki's brain is like a mess at this time.

Three days ago, he woke up in a sand pit.

How did he come to this desert, what exactly did he do here, and how could he be abandoned in a piece of yellow sand?

There is no memory in his brain.

This is not even more exaggerated.

What is even more exaggerated is that when he found this group of Arab merchants, he asked the time.

It is now AD 810.

It has been 13 years since he defeated "Lord Mutu of the Earthsea" in Paris, and his memory seems to still stay outside Paris, the moment after defeating Mutu!

What happened in these 13 years, his mind has no idea.

The memory of 13 years disappeared without a trace!