The blade of his gold-hilted scimitar had visibly curled!
"Has it come yet?" Ali Baba asked anxiously from atop the sandcar, having finished his dry rations.
The thief holding the telescope was quite tense, but the sky behind them was completely clear, without the slightest trace of that terrifying Aerodactyl.
"Why hasn't it come yet?" Ackerman could not help asking as well.
Ali Baba took a deep breath and said, "We can't keep running from that Aerodactyl forever. I wanted to use this opportunity to shake it off for good."
With a trace of hope, Ackerman said, "It's been over half an hour already. Is it possible it had its fill and really decided to let us go?"
Ali Baba said, "If that really happened, it would naturally be a good thing. Do you think what Gold Digger said about the Golden Horse Knights is true or false?"
Ackerman shook his head slightly. "Why are you asking me? You were born and raised in the Death Desert too. Have you ever heard of knights riding golden horses? If such things really existed, the Death Desert would have long since been packed with prospectors."
Ali Baba pointed at the sky and said quietly, "I hadn't heard of the Golden Horse Knights before either, but had you ever heard of that Aerodactyl?"
Ackerman's expression darkened slightly, and he had no answer.
Ali Baba said, "In any case, better to believe it exists than not. Tell your men to stay alert. If they spot anything similar, detour immediately. I don't want to run into a monster that even Gold Digger can't handle."
The moment he finished speaking, Harry, the "Lone Ranger" on the other side, suddenly sneered and muttered under his breath, "What's meant to be encountered will always be encountered."
Ali Baba