Meanwhile, the troop that brought Fred and Selina marched to return to the Valley of the Doomed. However, when they were midway, Fred asked them to stop.
"What's wrong?" the chief of the troop asked.
"My stomach! I need to empty it, please! It won't take a long time, only five minutes." Fred put his hand on the stomach. The sweat poured and wetted his shirt.
The chief let out a sigh. "We will rest here. Two of you guard our prisoner."
Two warriors stepped forward and guided Fred to bushes far from where the rest of the warriors waited for them.
"Go there and finish your thing. Don't take too long because we need to continue our trip."
"Understand, sir."