Luximar really enjoyed sitting by the window watching the Undead Tribes.
They truly lived such joyous lives.
Endless yellow sand, endless wind and dust.
And the fine sand that fell on their heads and faces, which could never be completely wiped away.
Yet it couldn't make these people, who had journeyed far from the bustling, serene, and green Cain Valley, show even the slightest discontent.
Even after walking in the desert for three days, they remained full of passion.
The only two big arguments arose because the guide took a wrong route.
This was something Luximar found hard to understand.
After all, the guide was also a magic profession, and moreover, a profession with the talent of the Guide Technique... When Luximar first heard of such a profession that could never get lost in any place, even below a legendary maze, he was quite envious.
