"Camel bells are a dreamland, sand and dust the final home—where does the traveler's heart lie?"
A soft, delicate voice came from the camel-bell caravan. Even amid the billowing sandstorm, it still reached Angel's ears. Clearly, the other party was speaking to him.
Angel was thoroughly baffled when he heard it. What was that supposed to mean? Was it some kind of passphrase?
He had never heard that one needed a passphrase to visit a Wizard Market in the Duchy of Laxum.
The camel-bell caravan stopped not far away. Seeing that Angel did not respond for a long while, the woman who had spoken prepared to turn her camel around and leave.
But just then, the leader of the camel-bell caravan called out to the woman in a low voice. "Look at that man's shoulder."
Not only the woman, but everyone in the camel-bell caravan turned their gazes to Angel's shoulder, where Dangros, in his severed-wrist form, was pacing back and forth.
Upon seeing Dangros, everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
The leader brought the camel-bell caravan slowly over.
"Sir, are you headed for Sandworm Market?"
Angel nodded.
"We are Sandworm Market's guide team. Then please climb aboard, sir." As he spoke, an unoccupied camel slowly approached Angel.
Angel had originally wanted to say that he could use Gondola, but after giving it some thought, he mounted the camel anyway. He had never ridden a camel before, so he could treat it as a rare experience.
Once Angel mounted the camel, everyone relaxed.
Seeing Angel look over in confusion, the leader explained, "Many Transcendents have their own vehicles, so when we ask them to ride camels, most refuse. We can only keep explaining, but some with bad tempers even end up clashing with us... We also wish they