Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 483 2 Amnesia

If there is demand, there will naturally be desperadoes snatching it from their mouths.

Entering the Black Desert and finding ancient temple sacrifices is an out-and-out profiteering transaction. The reason is very simple.

There is nothing in the Black Desert.

In a civilized society, 12 copper coins can buy a bucket of salt. If it is successfully transported into the Black Desert, it can be exchanged for red goods worth a hundred times the value.

If we have more capital, we can successfully bring in Donglu Silk.

This kind of light and breathable fabric is a favorite of desert residents.

Not to mention the products in the hands of the temple priests, even the relics of ancestors that have been hidden for thousands of years can be taken out of the desert and transported back to the civilized world if they are lucky.

But don’t assume that the temple priests are very poor just because these villages built in remote deserts have a simple appearance.

This group of guys has never lacked all kinds of treasures in their hands, because the ancient Egyptian kingdom had ruled continuously in this desert for nearly 5,000 years. The tombs of hundreds of pharaohs are hidden in this sea of ​​sand, and each tomb contains priceless treasures.

Only the temple priests know the specific location of the tomb.

In Constantinople, the act of entering the Black Desert was called "walking through the sand" by merchants from the East China Sea, because in the Chinese language of the East China Sea, "sha" means "kill". All traders who plan to enter the Black Desert, no matter how experienced they are, must be prepared to leave without ever returning.

Although the golden dinar is good, it must have the life flower.

There are many young merchants who dare to make a trip or two, but the vast majority of them risk their lives and work hard for two or three years, earn thousands of gold coins, and then stop in time.

There are very few merchants in Constantinople like Old Hash who have been traveling all their lives.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he was able to become a guest of many royal families and nobles. Not only in Constantinople, it is said that in Jerusalem and even "Great Chang'an", his name is still loud and clear. The nobles called him "Friend of Pharaoh."

Because every time he travels, his caravan can successfully bring back a lot of goods.

After gently coughing on his pipe on the soles of his feet, Lao Hashi secretly glanced at the Viking named "Loki" next to him. He has been leading a camel caravan in the Black Desert all his life, and he has seen a lot of strange characters on this road.

But he has never seen such a crazy businessman as this Viking man.

His camel team and Loki met by chance. When wisps of yellow sand began to fall from the sky, he vaguely seemed to see a figure walking alone on the top of a sand dune. After repeatedly checking with his companions, he knew that this was not his hallucination.

After much hesitation, he finally decided to stop the lonely traveler.

Because if he goes a few hundred meters further along the path, he will fall into a flowing sand pit. The yellow sand seems to be stationary, but in fact it is always in a slow flow. Once you step on the ground, there is nothing around you to draw on. The entire body of a mortal will be pressed into the ground bit by bit by the fine sand.

This is an extremely painful way to die.

There is an unwritten rule among the camel caravans walking through Shakou - reject strangers on the road.

On the one hand, it is of course because every route in the desert has been found by countless predecessors with their lives. Teaching others easily is equivalent to breaking off one's own job and dividing it among them.

This is not a wise move.

To put it mildly, this can create enemies for oneself.

Speaking more broadly, apart from the Arabs, the only merchants who could travel along this route at this time were the Tang people and the Byzantines.

These two groups of alien races are both enemies of the empire!

Teaching your enemies how to make money is basically giving them broadswords and supporting their armies in massacring their own countrymen.

Despite his misgivings, Old Hash still stopped the tall white man walking alone and allowed him to follow his camel caravan into Memphis.

To this day, he still can't explain why.

Maybe it’s because of his smile that looks down on life and death

Or is it the hint of melancholy in the corner of his eyes?

After smoking a pack of cigarettes in silence, the old man walked out and looked at the sky. This sandstorm doesn't appear to be stopping any time soon. After returning to the temple, he took out the kettle and drank two mouthfuls of water, then handed the kettle to Loki beside him.

"Those who walk through the sand are all desperadoes with no way out. Why would a noble gentleman like you appear in a place like this?"

Loki drank two mouthfuls of water and found that there was a strong sour smell hidden in the spring water.

Only the old caravan can add a lot of citrus and lemon to the kettle so carefully.

This thing is not cheap in the Northern Continent.

"How can you tell that I am a noble?"

"Haha, no one in this world can hide the old man's eyes." Harsh pointed to his cloudy old eyes, and his whole old face smiled like a withered orange.

"I have seen quite a few of the 'Varyag Guards'. You are completely different from those muscular sticks who only know how to cut people, from your eyes to your appearance!

If they see me, I dare to use the salary king above my head as a guarantee, and they will definitely not leave within three sentences - 'How much money can you make in this trip?' "

Loki touched his chin and smiled to himself, feeling that this was indeed the case.

"Old man also understands, who comes out to make a living, going through mud and rain, not just to earn a few more silver coins?"

"As for you kid, hehe"

Harsh stretched out a dry finger and pointed at the leather jacket on his body.

"A piece of leather armor looks dull, but the collar on the back is the seal of Simedes, the 'bone craftsman' in Paris. I still know this old guy Simedes. He has been making jewelry all his life. How could I change my career to make clothes?”

"You are not an ordinary person who allows Simedes to 'change his career' to make clothes for you!"

"And the Donglu thick robe under your leather armor, don't look at the dusty one made in the desert, it is eight pounds of 'Shuiyun Brocade'!

A fabric that is coveted by the nobles of the Eastern Continent! "

"Varyag Guards"

"Haha, even if you work as a bodyguard for a dignitary for 10 years, you may not be able to buy him a foot!"

Loki smiled silently, and Harsh continued to look at his face and found that he seemed not as young as he thought.

Walking on this road for many years, all his goods were sold to the top nobles of Constantinople and Jerusalem. His vision is not comparable to that of ordinary small businessmen.

On the other side, Loki also understood that 90% of the reason why he could be rescued by this group of Arabian caravans in this boundless desert was because of his outfit. This fox-like old guy must have thought of himself as a high-ranking official.

The problem is that Loki's mind seems to be filled with chaos at this time.

Three days ago, he woke up in a sand pit.

How did he come to this desert? What was the purpose of coming here? How could he be abandoned in a piece of yellow sand?

There is no memory left in his brain.

This is not even more exaggerated.

What was even more exaggerated was when he found this group of Arab traders and asked the time.

It is now AD810.

It has been 13 years since he defeated the "King of Earth and Sea Mutu" in Paris, and his memory seems to still linger on the moment after defeating Mutu outside Paris!

I have no idea what happened in these 13 years.

A whole 13 years of memories disappeared without a trace!