[!!] In the middle of the desert, Li Sushang suddenly woke up.

Her heart was beating frantically, and her clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

The girl subconsciously touched the cloth bag beside her and held the Xuanyuan Sword, and her heart was put at ease.

[Did you have a nightmare?] A familiar voice came from the side. She turned to look at the speaking Raksha. How strange. When they first met, he wasn’t fluent in Shenzhounese, and he still had an awkward western accent. But within less than two days, he was speaking on par with the locals. [... I, I’m fine.] Raksha shrugged, looked away, toasted, and drank the trembling red liquid. When he put down the wine glass, the red liquid immediately stopped shaking. It always maintained the same amount, never increasing nor decreasing. The girl was often curious what the liquid was, she had a few ideas, but didn’t dare to ask. Li Sushang got up, her sleepiness was gone. She shook her clothes, sat down beside Raksha, and began to observe the mysterious demonic flame in front of her. This thing looked evil. It looked like a blue ball on the surface, no matter how it rolled, the flames within remained stationary, continuing to illuminate light and emit heat. The desert’s temperature during the night was extremely cold, but the two people and horses that surrounded the ball didn't feel cold at all. (This guy’s tricks are pretty amazing…) Sushang couldn’t help but look at the blond man next to her. [Hey, Raksha.] [I have a name.] [You guys have such strange names, it’s too bothersome for me to remember.] Raksha smiled slightly, ignored her, and cast his gaze to the coffin next to him.

He had always been carrying this huge and heavy coffin, murmuring to it, and making Sushang extremely uncomfortable.

Li Sushang waited for a bit, but Raksha continued to remain silent. [Hey… why are you looking for the Celestial?] [...]

There was a long long silence.

When Sushang was searching for the next topic, Raksha suddenly spoke.

 [I’ve seen the Celestial once before.] [Eh?] The girl was confused at first, then she rolled her eyes:

[Ah, you lied to me again. You asked me who the Celestial was before.

Tsk tsk, you Raksha people don’t like telling the truth.]

 [I’m not lying, but, this is a story from a long time ago.] [No problem. I’ve got time, and I don’t feel like sleeping anytime soon.] The Raksha looked at the sand under his feet. [You really want to hear it?] [Yep! But don’t make it too complicated, keep it simple, just a bit.] [Alright. Twenty years ago…] [Wait a minute, twenty years ago? How old are you now?] [...If you keep interrupting me, I won’t be able to continue.] [Ah, I’m sorry, continue.] 「Hah...」 Raksha let out a long sigh. [Twenty years ago, there was a war between Europe and Shenzhou. The expedition force sent by Europe was called the Knights of Schicksal, I was included. The Ming Empire was very powerful, Schicksal had never encountered such a strong opponent. But with Walküre and Der Schlüssel Gottes, Schicksal still prevailed—] [Hey hey hey— Wait again, what baby, and what ears?] Li Sushang pouted in dissatisfaction. [I said that you guys have really weird names, yet you keep saying so much! You really like bullying me!?] [...I’m really sorry, I’m just so used to it.] The Raksha put out his hands and shrugged. [I’ll use your Shenzhou language to explain it.] [Oh oh, that’s perfect~ go ahead, I won’t interrupt this time.] [Err…] [Eh?] It appeared that it was too difficult to switch between two contexts, as the Raksha opened and closed his mouth several times, yet he couldn’t speak. [Anyways… yes. The Knights of the West, they’re just like Shenzhou’s Wuxia.] The Raksha finally found his way, clapped his hands, showed a helpless expression, and couldn’t help but smile: