Chapter 3

Nalasha looked curiously at the so-called "Three Blade Hands" that Mo Xi had mentioned, her eyes blinking with anticipation.

"Ah, it's you, Mo Xi. What a wonderful morning. Let me see, roasted meat, drinks, tsk tsk, even a Sand Swallower. A bountiful morning, I like this kind of life." The person standing in the middle of the three smiled with a sinister look.

Mo Xi and his six companions grew even more afraid, but Mo Xi still insisted, "I warn you..."

"Who's selling water? Anyone want some cool fresh water? And roasted meat, very delicious Sand Swallower meat. Ten pounds of water for five copper coins, a half-pound skewer of Sand Swallower meat for two copper coins. Today, an extra cup of wine made from Sand Thorn fruit is included. Three uncles, buy some!" Nalasha's voice interrupted before Mo Xi could finish, her eyes filled with excitement as she looked at the three newcomers.

"Nalasha, don't go forward, run quickly. They are bandits, no, not like that, Kule, we can give you money, let us go." Mo Xi saw Nalasha curiously approaching and quickly shouted, then pleaded with the others.

"No, no, no, we are not bandits, we are fair merchants. May I ask if you are the lovely Miss Nalasha?" Kule, the one called Kule, smiled in a way that made it clear he had no good intentions, speaking to Nalasha.

"Yes, I am the lovely Nalasha. The roasted meat is made by my brother Murong. Uncle Kule, would you like to buy something?"

Nalasha asked with a bright smile.

"Kule, the Three Blade Hands who roam the desert, even the God of War would fear you. You are the conquerors of powerful sand beasts, you have no rivals. So, please, you and your companions don't harm the two children. Water, roasted meat, wine, and money, we are willing to give you. Help you challenge even more powerful beings, we..."

"Shut your mouth, the long-tongued Mo Xi. I know what you want, but do you think I will let you have it? Women are rare in the desert, even if the lovely Nalasha is just a child, right?" Kule shouted at Mo Xi, his lips curling.

He then smiled at Nalasha, "Buy, buy everything. Not just your food and water, but your lives as well."

As he spoke, he drew his knife, and the other two also showed their cruel expressions.

Seeing this, Mo Xi and his companions gritted their teeth and shouted, "Charge, Nalasha, run!"

As he shouted, he began to rush forward, knowing that once the bandits started, they never left anyone alive. It was better to fight while they had the chance.

Nalasha quickly shouted, "Brother Murong, let me..."

"Die!" A voice rang out lightly, and Gong Sun Murong moved. His figure disappeared from where he stood and reappeared less than half a meter from the three men. The sword that had been stuck in the sand flew into his hand as if pulled by a thread. The seven people who were ready to fight to the death seemed to see three Murongs.

Then, the wind blew, and the sand remained. Gong Sun Murong returned to the grill with his sword, having said only one word: "Die." He didn't shout any technique or roar before attacking.

The Three Blade Hands, their knives already thrown, were now clutching their necks, but the blood gushed out uncontrollably. They opened their mouths to speak, but only blood came out, and they could only make gurgling sounds.

Mo Xi and his companions were stunned. Their weapons fell to the sand, and they stood motionless, looking at the three fallen men.

"Oh, Brother Murong, give Nalasha a chance. I was about to say let me... let me... I didn't finish. I wanted to do it myself. Look, it's all blood. Nalasha's hands are cleaner."

Nalasha complained, stomping her little feet.

The sound reached Mo Xi and his companions, who had complex expressions on their faces.

At that moment, they finally understood how the two children could sell water without being killed. The Three Blade Hands, with Kule, the leader, at the fourth level of fourth-tier Battle Qi, and the other two at the fourth level of second-tier Battle Qi, had been beheaded.

They had countless murders on their hands, their cruel names echoing through the desert. They killed everyone, young and old, and now they would rest eternally under the yellow sand.

The Sand Swallower seemed to have been picked up easily.

"Ah~!" Nalasha sighed, "Let's eat. We'll sort through the things later when the blood stops flowing. The kind Nalasha doesn't want blood on her hands."

Nalasha sat back down, looking at Mo Xi and his companions, and called out, "Uncle Mo Xi, eat the roasted meat. The wine should have ice. When you say it's a gift, it's a gift, no charge."

"Ah? Oh, okay, okay, eat, eat the meat, drink, add, add ice." Mo Xi stuttered, sitting down again and giving the other six people urgent signals. The six people followed suit, sitting down in silence, unsure of what to say.

Nalasha, on the other hand, seemed unconcerned, sitting there waiting for her breakfast.

Gong Sun Murong took a large spoon from a box in the corner of the tent, made a sleeve soup with wild vegetables and unknown bird eggs, and then grilled two pieces of meat with fruit wine, one for each of them, as their breakfast.

Nalasha took a sip of the soup and said seriously to Mo Xi and the others, "Just so you know, everything on the three dead men belongs to Nalasha and Brother Murong. If you want it, you have to pay."

The seven adventurers dared not think about the things on the dead men. They were more worried about being silenced by the two children. Mo Xi hesitated for a moment and told Nalasha, "The three bodies can be exchanged for money, 700 gold coins. Kule, the leader, is worth 300, and the other two are worth 200 each. It's a significant amount of money."

"Brother Murong?" Nalasha didn't know how to decide.

Gong Sun Murong frowned, looked at Mo Xi and the others, and shook his head. "Today's luck is really bad. We were doing a deal when we encountered another group of unreasonable adventurers, and our strength was exposed."

"Yes, yes, Grandpa Butler said that when you don't have enough strength and influence, exposing your strength will bring many troubles, forcing you to compromise and give in. It's very frustrating. Nalasha wants to live a happy life."

Nalasha's face showed a look of frustration.

"We saw nothing, we know nothing. We swear to the God of War that we have been traveling all day. The wind was strong, the sand blinded our eyes, and filled our ears."

Mo Xi looked at the two sad children and felt even more sad. The other six people followed suit, making the same oath.

Gong Sun Murong smiled and said, "Eat, finish eating, and then we can continue our journey."

"Continue our journey?" Mo Xi asked, exchanging glances with the other six, trying to communicate. "Young Master Murong, Miss Nalasha, do you know?"

"What?" Nalasha raised her head curiously.

"We seven are a very small adventurer team, so small that others don't even notice us. Our wish has never been to adventure. No, not to adventure. Think about it, who wants to live a dangerous life every day? Who wants to always be in fear? No one, we don't want to either."

"Really? Then what do you..."

"Really, we actually want a home, with a young lady and a young master. We want to live a happy and peaceful life under their leadership. But our wish is so hard to achieve. Today, under the glory of the God of War, we finally found it. It's you, the beautiful and lovely Miss Nalasha, and the handsome and brave Young Master Murong."

At this point, Mo Xi knelt on one knee, and the other six followed, their faces pale.

"Beautiful and lovely Miss Nalasha, can you bear to see us disappointed again? Can you watch a sincere heart break? No, that's not you. You are a wise and kind young lady. Your heart is purer than the ice flower, and your heart is broader than the starry sky. Please accept your servant's most sincere request."

To save their lives, Mo Xi was willing to say anything. He swore he had never said such shameless words in his life.

Nalasha listened, her eyes filled with confusion.

She turned her head, "Brother Murong, what is he saying?"

"He says they want to be like butlers." Gong Sun Murong answered.

"No, Grandpa Butler is still alive. Nalasha and Brother Murong will wake him up." Nalasha said firmly.

"Not butlers, there are other people below butlers, like stable boys, coachmen, farmers, cooks, woodcutters, and fishermen. What do you think?" Mo Xi helped think about what the servants would do.

Nalasha's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, we need people to work, but there are only six of you, one more person."

"Not too many, not too many." An adventurer next to Mo Xi quickly interjected, "The estate needs a river, and a river needs a boat. A boat needs a boatman. Without a boat, there needs to be a guard."

"Really, indeed, there are many people. Brother Murong?" Nalasha sought Gong Sun Murong's opinion.

Gong Sun Murong sighed, "Actually, you don't need..."

"We need, we need a home, a young lady, and a young master. It would be even better to have a lord and lady. The more people, the more lively. Kind Miss Nalasha, what do you think?"

Mo Xi knew he needed to start with the youngest girl. Someone like Murong would be an adult in a year and would need to support a family, making it harder to persuade him.

Nalasha hesitated again. She needed to consider Brother Murong's opinion. Having a home was also nice for her. She didn't know who her family was or where they were, and her only relative was Brother Murong and the sleeping Grandpa Butler.

"Alright." Gong Sun Murong agreed and asked, "How do you ensure your loyalty?"

The seven people started to worry, but Mo Xi thought of an answer, "In the capital of the principality, there is a method. It costs 10,000 gold coins per person. Your humble servant is willing to work hard to earn the money and buy that thing in the capital."

Mo Xi felt ashamed, working hard to earn money to buy a contract to become a servant. This was a noble goal, a quality under the glory of the God of War, and the dedication of a true warrior.

"Um!" Gong Sun Murong responded.

Mo Xi knew that the other party had agreed, and his seven companions wouldn't have to die.

"Young Master Murong, Miss Nalasha, will my name be Todd Mo Xi Murong?" Mo Xi asked.

"Nalasha knows, Nalasha knows. Brother Murong's last name is not Murong, it's Gong Sun. Grandpa Butler said that Brother Murong's father's last name is Gong Sun, and his mother's last name is Murong. When naming Brother Murong, they called him Gong Sun Murong. You should call him Gong Sun something." Nalasha said quickly.

"Gong Sun? Murong? Oh, God of War, what a beautiful name. Whether the surname or the given name, it will be the honor I pursue all my life. I will be called Todd Mo Xi Gong Sun." Mo Xi changed his last name.

The other six people then changed their names and reported them.

Vic George Gong Sun.

Able Allen Gong Sun.

Ford Burns Gong Sun.

Adam Loft Gong Sun.

Ladin Bart Gong Sun.

Bradley Darnell Gong Sun.

Gong Sun Murong wasn't really interested in the seven people's names. When it came to directing people to work, a simple "Hey" would do.

Nalasha, on the other hand, was excitedly memorizing the names, muttering to herself while eating, determined to remember all the members of the household. This extended the meal, but she was very happy.

Mo Xi and his companions also ate with peace of mind, knowing they didn't have to fear death at any moment.