'A week passed after that incident. I became accustomed to Odin's appearance and all his movements, but he annoyed me with his strange and sarcastic comments.'

  'It became clear to me from the way he spoke that he was older than he looked and that he was a seasoned warrior.'

  'During the robberies, he directed me, which made the theft (pickpocketing) easier than it was.'

  'It seems I will put up with him as long as he is useful to me and helps me like this.'

  I looked around the place. It was chaotic and teeming with people, and the smell of spices, incense, and coffee was everywhere. There were even the voices of poets. This was the Western Market, or by another name, the Basil Market.

  I looked around the place and found Odin making strange movements around the guard and cursing him.

  'I dare you to do anything, huh? With one fart, I will kill you, hahahahahahahaha!"

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  'I take back everything I said. I will never get used to him.'

  Then he looked at me in surprise, "Did you say something?"

  "No, nothing, Well, anyway, why did you ask me to walk around here in the market? "

  As I was speaking, Odin started walking around, looking around and ignoring my words. "Wow, so this is your culture. I've always wondered how you live in the desert, but it seems to me that you are a people who adapt quickly."

  "Yes, the desert is a problem, and the bigger problem is the Death Worms and the bandits."

  "So what is the purpose of wandering around here, Odin?"

  He looked at me with a playful look. "I am curious, and I love to travel, wander, and learn about cultures."

  I replied to him sarcastically, "It seems that the scars on your face are the best proof of your curiosity about cultures."

  He looked at me angrily. "It seems that this generation has become more rude, huh?"

  He continued, "Anyway, you said something about the Death Worms?" I looked at him, trying to remember.

  "Oh, yes, the Death Worms are very large worms that go underground and come out very long, large, and strong, so that the guardians who use the chosen power cannot kill them."

  He looked at me in surprise. "Who are the Chosen Ones?"

  I explained, "They are the ones the Temple chooses and gives power to so they can protect us."

  He looked puzzled and muttered, "The Temple? The Chosen Ones? They choose them?"

  He asked what the Temple looked like or what its symbol was. "It's shaped like a clang, but it's not a cross. It's yellow and glows slightly,"

  I said. "They also use light." Odin muttered something inaudible, his expression very serious.

  "Hmm, I see." He quickly changed the subject. "Let's go eat. I'm hungry." I noticed he'd changed the subject but went along with it.