Chapter 54 6th Trumpet

The scorching sand rose up to the sky as the clinking sound of armor echoed in the countless sand. Sera who kept dragging his horse, felt miserable in the hot weather but he moved forward.

His feet felt extremely heavy and groggy, his mind was blank and tired, yet he never halted his move. The awful smell of flesh hit his nose, indicating his time was running out as Gabriella was having an infection.

" Soon, Gabriella. The town is just near this dune."

Sera stroked her soft hair, biting his lips until it bled. The taste of iron reached his taste buds but he didn't care.

" Ah!"

He tumbled down to the dune, slipping away from the horse. His whole body was covered in the sand while he tried to claw his way toward her. His nails were torn from intense struggle, leaving tiny drops of blood on the sand.

" Gabriella! Hold on!"

He dragged his heavy body toward her, believing everything would be fine since they fled from the danger. No one would harm them and he would find a doctor. Oh, how foolish he was in the first place.

The price of that foolishness was the lives of both of them. Fortunately, God didn't forsake them, sending his last help to his beloved children.

A caravan which was heading toward the nearest town, found their bodies on their way. An elderly woman took them under her care, treating both of them with her utmost while others guarded them.

" Mother, they are from a foreign country. They will bring nothing but harm to us. We should leave them in the town under the people of the church. They shouldn't abandon their people."

One of the men spoke calmly while pointing at the cross on their armor, believing they came from Roma since Byzantines didn't use this armor.

" Hush, child. You expect me to leave these children in this harsh condition. Don't you have a heart? We aren't the type of people who would leave them like dogs."

The elder woman scolded the man while cleaning Gabriella with warm water. She gently wiped the area with water, cleaning the wound with local herbs while feeding some water to her.

Her eyebrows creased when she checked her wound, feeling pity for the girl who suffered this much. She could tell this was a move of an assassin since she worked with those people a long time ago when she was young.

" Leave her be. We can afford two people in our group. However, you mustn't mention them to others. Do you understand?"

The husband of the woman spoke in a carefree manner while puffing out his smoke. He gently tapped his pipe on the table, feeling the rough smoke in his lungs. The taste of this smoke was delicious and sour to him, but it could alleviate his old memories as a merchant.

" You heard him, Popo. We aren't that kind of people. Have you seen non-hospitable Assyrian people?"

The pot-bellied man laughed loudly, chewing the dried meat like it was the tastiest food. Popo sighed with a bitter face, sitting next to his family members who didn't seem to wonder about their origins despite their obvious armor and swords because they were good people.

Good people wouldn't question others or demand rewards from them. That is why they wouldn't do such things which would clash with their motto.

" Anyways, the boy should wake up soon. When he wakes up, give him some porridge, bread, and water. He shouldn't be able to eat meat yet."

The mother shook her head while heating up the water in the bronze pot. She carefully put the rice in it while stirring some sea salt to make it more edible.

Furthermore, she put the hard bread on the lid to make it more tender. As a mother of 4 children, she was quite an experienced cook despite being a merchant. One could say she was a little worse than professional while being better than amateurs.

" That should do the trick. Don't you dare to sneak on his food?"

Popo shuddered at her sparkly remark, knowing she wasn't joking at all. She would really screw him on the spot.