Capítulo 24: Har tribe [1]
Upon arriving at Palemon, Prince Merca, Issac, and 50 members of the Imperial Guard were on horseback, looking at the entrance to the Altanic training camp with shocked expressions.
Merca, riding a white horse, was wearing light but dignified armor.
Issac and the 50 guards wore heavy black armor with a golden dragon symbolizing the imperial family.
And in front of them, close to twenty soldiers were lying prostrate on the floor, reporting to Issac. It was the Tripolas members, including Bhatia.
The members were completely intimidated by the energy emitted by Issac's Royal Guard.
No matter how well-recognized the unit was on the battlefield, in front of the Imperial Guard, it was nothing more than a puppy in front of a tiger.
"Altanic is dead?"
Issac looked down at Batia arrogantly and asked in a solemn voice.
Bhatia, who suffered injuries to his jaw and mouth, barely opened his mouth.
"Yes, General. That kid named Eren killed Altanic and escaped into the desert. We are still searching, but the desert is so wide and dangerous at night…."
"What about the other gladiators?"
"Half of them died while the other half were while we were tracking Eren…."
Bhatia trailed off.
This is because it was clear to anyone that he was at fault.
At that time, the guards who had been searching inside the training center returned.
As expected, just as Bhatia said, it was Altanic and his private soldiers. And it was full of corpses of gladiators.
"Prepare to return to the capital immediately and wait. Disposition will be made then."
"I'm sorry, General. If you give me the order, I will definitely take that kid named Eren…."
"Shut up! Who told you to open your mouth!"
"I'm sorry. I will follow your orders." The Tripolas members, including Bhatia, cautiously left the position, cowering.
Once they were gone, Issac approached Merca, who was watching the situation from behind.
"Your highness…."
"We're a step late. If we go to the desert now, will we be able to find him?"
"If you go into the Taber Desert… it's almost impossible to find."
"Hmm."
As Issac spoke in embarrassment, Merca sighed deeply and looked at the training camp where blood was everywhere.
The Taber Desert is so vast that it is impossible to tell its end, and it was a place difficult for people to live in due to its high temperature, dryness, and strong winds.
At least, only a few tribes that were born in the desert from the beginning wandered around looking for oases.
"Even if we go looking for him, there's a high probability that he's dead. If he's alive, wouldn't we have a chance to meet him again someday?"
Issac tried to comfort Merca with positive words.
"I have no choice. I will stay in Palemon today and return to the capital tomorrow."
"Yes, Your Highness."
While Issac was giving orders to his subordinates to move, Prince Merca looked far to the east, where the desert was, and turned the reins again.
***
A year later.
In the endless desert, a man was wandering around wearing a gray cloth and fastening it with a headband.
Curly brown hair was sticking out. He occasionally bent down to dig up something, which turned out to be a thin, vine-like black plant.
Every time he dug up grass, he sprinkled something on the sand.
When the bag he was carrying was filled with grass, he raised his head and looked up at the sky.
The sun has already begun to set. His face, illuminated by sunlight, was moderately tanned, smooth, and flushed.
A little bit of maturity appeared on his youthful face.
The only flaw was a knife mark on his cheek.
Other scars fade over time, but this one stays the same.
Not only his face but also his physique had grown significantly compared to before.
Although you couldn't see it because of the rolled-up fabric, he already had a mature appearance with strong muscles and wide shoulders.
Eren was already sixteen years old.
"It's already time…."
Eren muttered and hurried his steps.
This is because when the sun begins to set, the temperature drops rapidly and demonic beasts and wild beasts that were hiding underground to avoid the heat appear.
The night in the Taber Desert was more dangerous than expected.
Then suddenly he stopped acting.
And he waited patiently for something.
Soon, something seemed to be moving beneath the sand some distance away.
Eren slowly took out a dagger from his waist.
The palm-sized dagger was useful in desert life and was always worn at the waist. As soon as the sand stopped moving, he threw it away.
Qwaak!
Surprisingly, the dagger stopped only after its hilt went into the sand.
Eren approached with long strides and dug into the sand without hesitation.
Then, a desert burrowing rat, which lived by digging in the ground, was found dead with its throat pierced by a dagger.
It tastes great when you pull out the hair, remove the intestines, and grill it over an open fire.
After taking the tunnel rat, Eren tied the bag tightly and tied it tightly around his body. Then he put his hand into his bosom and put a dried herb into his mouth.
As he chewed it, a spicy scent spread out.
The behavior is quite natural. After a while, he strengthened his toes and took a powerful step forward.
Pot!
At that moment, the sand flew backward, and Eren's new model shot forward as if being shot.
Every time he took a step, sand rose up and a gust of wind rose.
Eren's body seemed lighter than ever. After driving for a while and crossing a large sand dune, he saw a small oasis.
There were huts here and there around it, and tribesmen and livestock such as camels and antelopes could be seen between them.
These were the Har tribe, a place that welcomed Eren kindly. He stopped running and began to quietly walk into the village.
Because he didn't like being noticed by people. But his plan failed.
"It's Eren!"
"Eren!"
"What did you catch today?!"
The tribe children who discovered Eren surrounded him. Eren, who naturally attracted the attention of the tribesmen, looked embarrassed and silently presented the tunnel rat he had caught to the children.
"Wow! It's meat! It's meat!"
The children started playing, stealing the tunnel rat from each other, and Eren went into his hut.
Inside, an old man with wrinkles was already boiling medicinal soup. As soon as Eren came inside, he pointed to two jars without even looking at them.
"Go get some water." Eren put down the bag he was carrying and silently picked up the jar.
"You've dug up a lot. As I always say, you have to sow as many seeds as you dig up."
The old man glanced at his pocket and said.
Eren nodded slightly as if he knew her and left her hut.
Only then did the old man look at Eren's back.
It's already been over a year since he saved the guy who almost died.
By then, the child had been so weak that one wondered if he would survive.
However, not only did he regain his strength in just four months, but he also surpassed the skills of the best herbalist and hunter in the tribe.
What was unusual was that he did not show his emotions outwardly at all.
Of course, he didn't talk much, but only opened his mouth when it was really necessary.
And although it is difficult to express in words, he felt some mysterious energy about him.
Is that why? He never asked questions about his past. However, he felt that the time to let him go was approaching.
The old man opened the bag he had brought with him and began to spread the grass on the ceiling.
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