It was almost noon, and locals would stay in shaded houses at this time. There were not many pedestrians on the streets of the town, and the alleys were even more deserted and quiet, as if there was no one.

This place is not like the complicated and crowded big city like Europe. It is just a simple seaside fishing town. Although it covers a wide area, it is really difficult to find a hidden place here.

In places like Paris or Marseille, you can find an apartment building in a residential area and you can hide in the stairwell for a while. However, in this North African town, the courtyard walls on both sides of the streets are high, and most of them are single-door bungalows. The street planning is in the Turkish style, and the direction is smooth and straight, which is the kind that can be seen from the street to the end of the alley.

Julian, a foreigner, was completely unfamiliar with the place. He ran along the alley for a long time, trying to get rid of his imagined pursuers, but after turning several turns in a row, he finally got completely stunned.

The French found a cool corner and stopped to rest. The owner of the house next to him might be a fisherman or a sea-going business. He stacked a bunch of willow baskets high against the courtyard wall, exuding a pungent fishy smell.

Running rapidly at this temperature is an extremely painful thing for those who have been trained. The French now feel that they may be dying. Strong exercise has caused his body temperature to rise rapidly. Dehydration and a large amount of secreted adrenaline have added a heavy burden to his heart.

Julian sat on the ground with his back against the wall, growing up and gasping for breath, like a fish thrown on the shore. His heart was leaping wildly, and the position of the diaphragm under his ribs was as painful as being cut by a knife. No matter how hard he tried to inhale, he still felt unable to breathe.

The French struggled to find a delicate sheepskin water bag from the bag. This was brought by him from Tu Nice, which contained the sour goat milk he just bought from the locals yesterday. This is a natural energy supplement that replenishes moisture while also providing the fat and protein needed for human exercise.

Rudely unplugged the Pisces at the pocket, Julian couldn't help but lifted his head and took a sip of yogurt. Then he was choked without surprise. The French coughed violently and sprayed the white yogurt all over himself.

"Hey, friend." A Arabic greeting suddenly came from the other end of the pile of wicker baskets.

The French, who had already been full of weapons, were really scared. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he did not carry a weapon with him this time, so he was at a loss and picked up half of the brick in the corner of the wall.

"Who is there?" Julian had learned a lot of local language from Abdul before, and he asked with a trembling brick.

"Don't be nervous, we are friends." A face with a turban was exposed from behind the wicker basket, but this sentence was in French that Julian was familiar with.

"Who are you?" The French were still shocked and full of doubts about anything.

"You don't need to know who I am, Mr. Julian, you just need to know that I have no malice towards you. Please follow me now, and I will take you to a safe place to hide. When you get there, all your questions will be answered one by one." The masked man replied.

"I advise you to throw away the thing in your hand. We don't have much time, and the Italians will soon launch a city-wide search." The masked man made a gesture to Julian, and without waiting for the other party to agree, he turned around and ran quickly towards the other side of the street.

When the French reached this time, could there be a second choice? Julian tried hard to stand up and struggled to catch up with the masked man. At this time, he could only pray that the other party's previous words were true, and this person really wanted to help him.

"That place is not very far from here, we didn't expect you to turn in this direction." The masked man slowed down and turned to Julian and said.

"I noticed you were talking about us?" Julian said breathlessly.

"Yes, my comrades and I, a group of like-minded companions," replied proudly.

The two of them walked quickly in the alley, and Julian didn't know how many turns he followed each other, and finally came to a house. The French noticed that the wall here was much higher than the neighbors around him. The masked man ran to the corner of the street, poked his head out and observed it left and right.

"Okay, go in from here." The masked man lifted a wooden board beside the courtyard wall, revealing a small door on the wall, which was equipped with a metal fence carved with exquisite patterns.

"Is this a dog's hole?" Julian was a little resistant.

"No, it's just a vent to ventilate the yard." The masked man vigorously removed the metal fence.

"Don't hesitate, we don't have much time."

"Okay." What else could the French expect to reach this point? He bent down and quickly climbed through the hole.

"Welcome, Mr. Julian." Someone in the yard had been waiting for his arrival. When the Frenchman appeared, the other party immediately came forward enthusiastically.

It was a middle-aged man in a brown silk robe with a beautifully trimmed beard on his chin, a snow-white Arabian turban wrapped around his head, a gold-wire-woven waist seal at his waist, and a Persian dagger inserted into the waist seal was inlaid with large pieces of gems, dazzling in the noon sun.

This character who looked like he came out of the story of One Thousand and One Nights, seemed to care about the messy blood on Julian's head and body at all. He walked up and hugged the Frenchman, and kissed Julian's face enthusiastically.

"I am Said Ben Nabhani. You can call me Mr. Nabhani. My dear friend." Nabhani spoke fluent French. Although he let go of Julian, he still held the other party's hand tightly.

"You were shocked by what happened just now, and I apologize to you for the reckless behavior of my friends."

Nabhani pulled Julian down to the pergola at a corner of the yard, where the ground was covered with an exquisite wool carpet, and a delicately carved short table, and a rich food and various fruits were placed on the table. The French were completely confused at this time and could only let the enthusiastic and over-tempered owner.

"Go and get some water, let Mr. Julian clean it, and then get a clean robe and turban." Nabhani ordered to the servant standing beside him.

"Please sit, Mr. Julian, you should be thirsty. I have cool milk tea here." The Arab greeted warmly.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Nabhani, I am very grateful to your friend for bringing me here, and thank you for your warm hospitality to me. I want to know what this is for. I believe I have never seen you and your companions before. Who are you, why do you help me, and where did you get my name from, these questions are very important to me, and I hope you can tell me the answer now." Julian recovered at this time, and he raised his questions loudly to the other party.

"Nezal didn't tell you just now?"

"No"

"Okay, that's in line with his temperament."

Nabhani leaned down on the carpet, picked up the exquisite teapot, and injected milk tea into a silver bowl.

"We are [Hirdin], an organization dedicated to overthrowing the evil colonial rule of the Italians. Maybe you have never heard of us before, but believe me, the Italians will soon tremble under this name." The Arab stroked his beautiful beard and handed the milk tea to Julian.

"Thank you, Mr. Nabhani." Julian took the silver bowl, took a sip, and was immediately conquered by the sweet and fragrant taste.

"I'm glad you like this, don't worry, there are many more here." Nabhani said with a smile.

"You haven't told me yet how you know my name, and why did you come to help me? Are you the one who shot just now?" Julian asked anxiously, holding the tea bowl.

"Your superiors have been in touch with us for a long time and have provided us with a lot of help. This time it is time for us to repay our friends. In fact, when you have just stepped onto the land of Libya, you are already under our protection.
Chapter completed!