A caravan loaded with sea salt and spices arrived at the city of Plan. Hundreds of camels lined up in a long line, with colorful blankets hanging on the camels' backs and bags of goods on top.
The sound of camel bells stretched for miles, and at a glance, it seemed as if there was no end to the team. The merchants led camels, their robes and turbans were covered with dust, and many people's robes had long rips at the hem. The guards in the caravan were more or less injured, and it was obvious that their journey was not peaceful.
After a short rest in the oasis outside the city, the caravan entered the city of Plan before dusk.
Hearing familiar voices, seeing familiar street scenes, recalling the robbers they encountered in the depths of the desert, the sandstorms, and the deserted city they accidentally entered after getting lost, almost everyone had an expression of relief on their faces.
Salt and spices were in great demand, and sellers soon came to exchange large quantities of salt and spices for gold, gems, cloth and food. Most of the people in the caravan were familiar faces in Plan City, and during their casual chats, a mysterious story spread among the merchants.
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