Sand Mage of the Burnt Desert - Chapter 384
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Episode 384
An old man wearing a hat embroidered with gold thread was drinking tea.
The deep wrinkles that covered his face and the white stubble around his mouth and chin told us that he had survived many hardships.
The old man’s name was Xiaolun.
Xiaolun, who had been savoring the tea for a while, put down his teacup with an expression of dissatisfaction.
“Tsk! This tastes bad. This isn’t what real tea is like.”
Our tea was made from tea leaves grown in a plant factory.
To an ordinary person, even this would be acceptable, but it was far from meeting Xiao Lun’s expectations.
“I miss the tea from home. Real tea grown in nature… … .”
Xiaolun’s eyes became hazy.
Growing old is a sad thing.
Because we tend to reminisce about the past more often than we think about the future, the past we recall in this way tends to be more romanticized than it actually was.
Xiaolun also knew that fact.
Still, he reminisced and missed the past.
Whenever I drink tea, I especially think of old times.
dripping!
“I have something to report.”
Just then, someone’s voice was heard outside the door.
“Come in.”
“thank you.”
The young man who entered Xiaolun’s residence with his head bowed was Chu Wei, who was in charge of the administration of the Southern District.
Xiaolun offered Chuwei the seat opposite her.
“Sit down.”
“How about me?”
“Okay. Sit down.”
“thank you.”
Chu Wei sat down across from me with an apologetic expression.
“Would you like some tea?”
“No, I have more important news.”
“Important news?”
“Yes! This is information that just came in.”
“okay?”
Xiaolun’s eyes lit up.
Because Chu Wei’s voice was trembling with excitement.
Chu Wei was a cold-hearted man who was in charge of the administration of the southern district. It was very unusual for him, who never showed his emotions about anything, to get so excited.
Chu Wei lowered his voice and said.
“An outsider has just entered the viewing room.”
“An outsider? What’s the big deal?”
“No ordinary outsider. He is a Pathfinder from another colony.”
“Pathfinder?”
“Yes! They say that they were dispatched from another colony to ask for help. They say that it took a whole year to get to Neo Seoul.”
“Where did you come from that took a year?”
“Don’t be surprised. They say he came from Sacheon.”
“Sacheon? Are you talking about the Sichuan in China?”
“yes!”
“This can’t be happening!”
Xiaolun’s eyes shook.
He was never one to show his emotions, but this time he couldn’t hold them back.
It had to be that way.
Because Sichuan is located right next to his hometown, Tibet.
Although it is a place that can only be reached by crossing the rugged Sichuan Mountains.
Xiaolun’s grandfather was originally from Sichuan, but he moved to Tibet and settled there due to government policy.
That’s why the people of Sichuan were like the same bloodline to Xiao Lun.
“Are you sure you came from Sacheon?”
“I heard from several people. They said he revealed himself as Jang Woo-hang from Sacheon.”
“Haha! There was a colony in Sacheon too. Well, it’s Sacheon, so I wouldn’t know.”
It’s not called the Sacheon Basin for nothing.
Sacheon was known as a natural fortress since ancient times because it was surrounded by high mountains and had a hollow terrain. However, it was so closed that it was not easy to access from the outside.
“How big is the colony? How many survivors are there?”
“I’m sorry, I haven’t figured that out yet.”
“why?”
“It is heavily guarded by the city hall and is not easily accessible.”
“Jin Geum-ho, that old man is the problem.”
“We are trying to contact you through multiple channels, so please wait a moment… … .”
“That won’t happen.”
“yes?”
“I will meet Jin Geum-ho.”
Xiaolun clenched his molars.
It’s already been ten years since he last saw Jin Geum-ho in person.
It was because of pride.
But this time, I decided to put my pride aside.
That’s because I was curious about news from my hometown.
Anyone who survived Sichuan would know about Tibet.
“I wonder how many are alive and how many are gathered together. If a person from your hometown is in trouble, isn’t it the kindness of those with the same roots to help them?”
“That’s right. I think so too.”
thud!
Chu Wei answered, banging his head on the table.
Deep wrinkles appeared at the corners of Xiaolun’s mouth.
“Yes! In the end, the only people you can truly trust are those who share the same roots.”
***
“Slurp!”
Remura was eating the udon noodles with a happy expression.
It was a beef noodle dish that Clexi Inspiration had made with special care.
Remura couldn’t come to his senses at the combination of chewy noodles and spicy soup that he was trying for the first time in his life.
Brielle took care of that Lemura.
“Eat slowly. This tastes even better when you eat it together.”
“Thank you, Sister!”
“Eugh! Don’t get it stuck around your mouth.”
“Hehehe!”
Remura smiled cutely as Brielle wiped her lips with a tissue.
Brielle couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, which was quite cute.
Last night, Remura dragged Zeon up to the surface with her.
She had never experienced the outside world since she was born. That’s why she always wanted to go see the outside world when Zeon was there.
Zeon readily accepted her request.
From the moment she entered Zeon’s house, Remura became Brielle’s love interest.
Although she was said to be a class A healer, Remura was only eight years old.
Although he was helping Jetoya diligently, he was still young and wanted to rely on someone.
Maybe that’s why Remura called Brielle “sister” and followed her around so much.
Brielle took care of Remura, even though she grumbled.
Suddenly, Remura hugged Brielle’s arm tightly and whispered.
“Thank you, Sister!”
“What’s wrong with him? Get off me.”
Brielle frowned and pushed Remura away, but she clung to him more persistently.
Finally, Brielle sighed and gave up.
“Okay! Do whatever you want.”
“Hehehe!”
A bright smile appeared on Remura’s freckled face.
Brielle thought that Remura was great.
No matter how evil a woman she was, she was still my mother, and it is amazing that I can hold on so strongly even after losing her.
After losing her mother, Remura initially suffered from depression, but with the help of Zetoya and those around her, she quickly regained stability.
While Remura and Briel bickered, Zeon ate his udon noodles in silence.
Clexi Inspiration said while looking at such a Zeon.
“Where did you go this time?”
“You know, I went to the Iron Ant Cave.”
“Not there. You missed it in the middle.”
“ah!”
“What, hey? Where have you been?”
“Just here and there.”
“Tch! You’re not going to tell me again. You piece of shit!”
Clexi’s inspiration glared at Zeon.
Zeon smiled lightly and focused on the noodles again.
I don’t know what the secret recipe was, but the beef noodle soup that Mr. Clexi made was really delicious.
Just being able to taste Uyukmyeon in this day and age is a blessing in itself.
You would never find food like this in any other colony or survivor village.
It was a luxury that could only be enjoyed in Neo Seoul.
“Thank you for installing an air purifier in Jetoya Village.”
“Why are you thankful for that? I did it because I wanted to.”
“Just like that.”
“Tsk! Anyway, my mouth is wide… … . That’s it! Have another bowl.”
Clexi’s inspiration roughly placed a bowl of udon noodles in front of Jeon. But the soup did not splash.
I adjusted the strength carefully.
“Thank you. One bowl wasn’t enough anyway.”
“Eat a lot and your belly will burst.”
“That won’t happen. I have a strong stomach.”
“Anyway, I won’t lose a single word. Tsk!”
Clexi Inspiration clicked his tongue and looked at Remura.
The expression on his face when he saw Zeon and when he saw Remura was completely different.
There is a bright smile on her face, as if she is seeing her own granddaughter.
“Shall we have another bowl of Remura?”
“Please. It’s so delicious.”
“Really? Then I’ll make it even more delicious.”
“thank you.”
“How can you speak so beautifully?”
Clexi smiled and started boiling the noodles she had prepared in advance.
Then someone sat down next to Zeon and said.
“Please give me a bowl too.”
“Huh?”
Startled by the unexpected voice, Clexi looked next to Zeon.
The person sitting next to Zeon was Mandy.
Mandy said with a tired expression.
“Is there anything left?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you, Lord Jeon. Please give me a bowl too. I feel like my stomach is about to burst.”
“Okay! Got it.”
Clexi’s inspiration has returned to cooking.
“Did something important come up? I heard you had to go out to the desert in a hurry.”
“Did you see it?”
“yes!”
“I received an urgent request for protection from the Magic Stone Mine. So I went there.”
“You must have had a hard time.”
“I have no choice but to make a living. Oh, who is that kid next to me? I’ve never seen him before.”
“My name is Remura. I’m a kid who lives in the crocodile den.”
“Then, is that kid… … .”
“that’s right.”
“Ah! I should be careful what I say.”
Mandy noticed that Remura was the rumored high-level healer.
That’s because I have some information that I heard from being close to Zeon and his group.
Zeon said to Remura.
“Greetings. This is Mandy. She is a capable person who is dispatched on important tasks as a supervisor at Neo Seoul.”
“Hello. This is Remura.”
“Hello, Remura. My name is Mandy Systein.”
Mandy waved goodbye.
Then Brielle whispered to Remura.
“Watch out! Right now she’s Mandy, but when she gets angry she becomes Elroy. Mandy is nice, but Elroy is a very ill-tempered half-elf, so you have to be careful.”
“uh?”
Remura’s expression momentarily broke.
Because I didn’t understand what Brielle meant.
Brielle said, patting Remura on the back.
“You’ll figure it out later. For now, let’s just focus on eating. The soup won’t taste good if it gets cold.”
“huh!”
Remura nodded and drank the remaining broth.
Brielle also turned her attention away from Mandy and focused on her meal.
Mandy knows that Zeon has come to her for business, so she pretends not to care.
Mandy also knew that fact, so she told Zeon again.
“By the way, how far did we get?”
“They said they received a request for protection from the Magic Stone Mine.”
“Oh, that’s right. I heard that Awakeners came from another colony.”
“Could it be Pathfinder?”
“Yes! His name is Jang Woo-hang, and they call him a scout over there.”
“Jang Woo-hang?”
“Yes! He said that there is a huge city underground in the ancient Sichuan Province of China. According to him, it is not as big as Neo-Seoul, but it is large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.”
“Are you saying that such a large underground city exists?”
“They boast that because it was originally a great country, there were many survivors.”
“is it so?”
Zeon looked interested.