On a dark night after sunset, several men wearing a turban and a protective mask to guard against the sand got off their camels and looked around. They looked nervous as they lit up the surrounding area with torches.

"Found it! It’s here!"

Hearing a cry from a little distance away, the men quickly headed in its direction. There were nine corpses carrying weapons and a wrecked wagon buried a little in the sand.

"Captain Malecia! Welcome!" The man who cried out said.

When the people who found the bodies saw the incoming men, they stopped searching and saluted.

"It’s fine. Keep going."

When the oldest-looking middle-aged man called Captain Malecia spoke, the men resumed their search without even a glance needed.

"You guys help, too."

Malecia habitually massaged an old scar that took one eye and ordered. The men wearing turbans split up immediately and went to help with the search.

"What happened?” Malecia asked as he lowered the protective mask. 

The highest-ranking young man in the search answered with a stiff posture, "Yes! He was already dead when we found him!"

"I see that. What I asked...