Dark Demon and Ali Baba
Malt had never imagined that she could stay somewhere so comfortable in the middle of the desert—no, not even in Karaha Territory had she ever lived in a bedroom that resembled a princess's chamber.
The limited space inside the cave had been put to perfect use. Everyone present had their own separate room, and the soft, plush beds, seemingly capable of making one melt into them, instantly intoxicated their occupants.
"Is this the power of a Magister?"
Malt buried her cheek in the pillow and could not help letting out an envious cry. If she had this ability too, wouldn't she... instantly become the world's greatest desert guide?
"That should do it."
In another room, Dark Demon summoned the final Magic Spirit to stand watch through the night, then put away his Magitech Cards.
They did not alter their routine and continued their usual habit of sleeping at night and traveling by day. To prepare for tomorrow's journey through the desert, they naturally needed a good night's sleep.
As for Malt... of course, she had to adapt to her employers' schedule.
Once everything had been arranged, Dark Demon emerged from his room. The others soon came outside as well, gathering around the fountain.
Before going to bed, they needed to further confirm tomorrow's itinerary and exchange more information.
At the Sandworm Tavern earlier, there had been too many people and too many ears, making it unsuitable for extensive discussion.
Now that they had set up camp outside, there were many things that needed to be explained clearly—especially in their communication with Malt.
Naturally, Dark Demon could not treat a guide he had only just met as one of his own. But since they had already decided to travel together, he needed to grant her a