Chapter 369: Desert Threat
Thales carried his own luggage, dragged his now recovered body and panted behind the camels of the merchant group while he followed them.
Despite the obstacles from the sand beneath his feet, the stuffy and uncomfortable skin wrapped in the sackcloth, the merciless sun, the teenager was much calmer.
There was no other reason to it.
"Let me tell you, Kant. I'm telling you now, so listen up." The rookie mercenary quickly rode up to the camel at front, and said excitedly to Kant, the huge man from Northland and who was also in Dante's Greatsword.
"I'm talking about business that will guarantee profit and no losses... Think about it. The work we do is incredibly dangerous. It's the same as us walking around with blades against our necks. We even have to watch the number of times we piss, we have to be worried about whether our heads will fall off when we relieve ourselves. We might end up meeting tough ones someday, and we might not end up going back. Then your w