The convoy set off again.
The hard ground of the Gobi made a natural highway.
But crossing the Gobi without enough water was a death wish.
Before vehicles with hefty carrying capacities came along, every crossing of the Great Desert had been a race against death.
Even with vehicles now available, they could not afford to let their guard down.
The truck Kafka and the others had originally been riding in had broken down in the desert in the middle of the night.
Fortunately, they were traveling with a convoy this time. Everyone climbed into other vehicles and could continue onward.
Had they driven in alone, they would probably already have been counting down to their deaths.
Everyone felt a wave of relief.
Goff, however, had a much more terrifying experience.
For instance, waking up after getting drunk and discovering he was in Daisy's vehicle.
That left Goff utterly bewildered.
He asked nervously:
"Did I do anything to you?"
Daisy countered:
"With that build of yours, what do you think you could do to me if I wasn't willing?"
"Y-you were willing?" Goff's eyes widened.
Daisy fell silent.
Goff walked over and took her hand, leaning close like a little bird seeking shelter, though his voice was full of resolve:
"I'll take responsibility."
Daisy began to tremble uncontrollably.
Were those tears of emotion?
Wrong!
She was laughing so hard she could not straighten up!
Daisy roared with laughter:
"What are you thinking? Nothing happened last night!"
Goff: "..."
Goff felt thoroughly embarrassed.
At breakfast, Goff's father noticed his son's miserable expression and assumed he was still upset over what had been said yesterday.
So he took the initiative to admit his mistake:
"Son, I dragged you home from the Circus back then because I was an acrobat myself. I knew