Day came at last, but the caravan was still moving fast.

According to Jon's guess, the thieves were not able to hijack, but had killed and injured several people, and would never stop doing good, perhaps they were coming fast, so Jon was worried and ordered to speed up.

Jon was wrong. He ran all morning with no sign of the robbers.

"Silly-Head, tell that stupid Jon that the thief never came. Give me a break. I'm dead tired." The donkey gasped at Silly-Head, who was sitting on his back.

"If you didn't, why didn't you say so?" Silly-Head replied angrily to the donkey under his ass.

"Who says I didn't? When I speak, you threaten to castrate me, and I dare speak again?" The donkey got angry and threw down the Silly-Head, which was holding his neck.

'Plop'

'Ouch...'

The shriek of Silly-Head, which startled everyone, thought the enemy had caught up with them.

"Stop." Jon shouted when he saw Silly-Head drop his donkey, and the procession stopped.

"Silly-Head, what's the matter? "Asked a concerned Jon.

"No... It's okay, I was thrown by the donkey." Silly-Head, who had fallen on his back, blushed as he explained.

"Just get on and follow the team." Jon urged.

"Boss Jon, I don't think the thieves are coming. Keep going, and in less than half an hour you'll be ahead to the town of Will." Silly-Head said to Jon, rubbing his sore back.

Jon saw that there was no smoke on the road and knew that Silly-Head was right. "Well," he said, "it looks like the thieves have given up on us. Let's get off our horses and have a rest."

"Well, rest at last, I'm tired..."

With a shout of joy, the mercenaries and the crew of the caravan climbed down from their horses, and lay gasping on the ground.

"Boss Jon, you see we've managed to get away from the thieves. Why don't we celebrate and kill the donkey for meat later?" Silly-Head glared at the donkey grazing beside him and proposed with hate.

"This..." Jon pondered.

'Don't say yes. I don't want to die yet...' The donkey, too frightened to eat grass, stared at Jon.

"I can't. The donkey is on loan. I have to return it." Jon reluctantly turned down Silly-Head's offer.

"Well, dodged another bullet, so I'd better get away before it's too late. I've never been lucky with this magician." The donkey's heart began to drift away.

"Oh, so that's it. Never mind." "Silly-Head said deflated to Jon.

"Never mind, Silly-Head. When we get to Will, I'll buy you some meat and drinks. How about that?" Jon was amused at Silly-Head's upset appearance and comforted him.

"Meat? Wine?" The listening donkey stopped chewing grass, and had visions of chunks of meat and barrels of wine...

"Really? Boss Jon, you live up to your word." Silly-Head perked up when he heard Jon's promise.

"Well, Silly-Head, that's your fault. You're in the street, too. What kind of man am I, you don't know?" 'said Jon, a little angry.

'No... No, that's not what I meant, boss, I haven't eaten meat in ages." Silly-Head's regretful explanation.

"No, well, I'll let you eat enough, that'll do." Jon was so surprised that he almost screamed.

Silly-Head blushed and bowed his head in shame. "No job, no money for meat, of course," he said.

"Well, don't worry, as long as you work hard, you will be all right." Jon said, laughing.

"Hey, boss, I'll try." 'said Silly-Head, with an immediate air of assurance.

Jon, pleased with Silly-Head's excitement, gave a shout and set off again. Silly-Head mounted the donkey once more and rode along at a leisurely pace at the back of the procession.

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"Well, Great Wizard, I too shall drink and eat meat." The Donkey whispered to Silly-Head.

"You? You go eat your grass." Silly-Head said angrily to the donkey, remembering that he had just been thrown down.

"No, no, it was I who found the thief coming to attack, no, no, it was you who found it, but at least I carried you all the way, no merit also have hard work, you have pity on me, I am tired of eating grass all day..." The donkey went on complaining to Silly-Head.

Silly-Head smiled on the donkey's back, and was even happier in his heart. But he would not allow the donkey's request. He thought to himself, "Please, please again, you foolish dragon, you have made me miserable..."

"... Please, I will never throw you again, that will be enough." At last the Donkey tried to impress Silly-Head with entreaties and promises.

"Yes, I will give you what you want as long as you are good," said the Donkey. Silly-Head let go.

"Really? Thank you so much..." The donkey became excited when he saw the change.

"But I have a request." Silly-Head stopped short of the donkey's praise.

"Demand? What demands?" "Asked the donkey cautiously.

"From now on, you must call me boss, or you will not drink wine or eat meat." Silly-Head threatens the donkey.

"Damned sorcerer, you want me to call you boss. What a disgrace to our noble dragon, isn't it? No, I will not stoop so low for a little meat and wine..." The donkey began to drum in his heart.

When Silly-Head saw that the donkey had no voice, he knew that the donkey did not give up the identity of the dragon. He smiled and said, "You can not agree, but the wine and meat will not be your share."

"Angry me, this humble human is too hateful, if I restore Jackie Chan's body, I must eat you, turned into shit, but if you don't promise now, you can't eat meat, can't drink wine, how to do this? Yes, for the sake of wine and meat, let's be wronged first, and then we will settle the account together." Resentful, the donkey thought of a compromise.

"No, no, I promise, boss. I'll call you boss. That'll do." The Donkey was courting Silly-Head with a shy face.

The donkey's tone gave Silly-Head goose bumps and a chill in his heart as he thought, "Is there something wrong with this dragon, or it must be a very wicked creature, or it must be a very tolerant one, so I must find a chance to kill him, or I will not be killed by him when my magic fails?"

Then Silly-Head smiled and said to the donkey, "Well, I can't believe you said yes, but you'll have to behave better."

"Yes, yes, boss..." The donkey nodded and said yes.

The outline of the town surfaced from the horizon, making the people who had been false alarms last night have a sense of belonging, and Shouting loudly, pushing the horses under them to the town. Along the way, Silly-Head and the donkey began to play tricks on each other, either abusing each other, or trying to torture each other, but in most cases Silly-Head always wins, because people are mean after all, and when there is nothing to say, Silly-Head pulls out the knife, and the donkey quickly shut up.

For the rest of the days, there were no other short-sighted thieves to visit the caravan, and the journey was even more peaceful, so that they soon reached the town of Mecca smoothly. As he looked at the high bell tower of Mecca, Silly-Head suddenly remembered his mission, and felt sad.

In the past few days he had been very comfortable with the mercenaries, which was very rare in his two years as a mercenary. For the first time he began to like this kind of free life, but he knew that with his skills now, he would only be a garbage mercenary.

"What's the matter with you, Silly-Head? Are you ill?" Jon noticed something strange about Silly-Head.

"Boss Jon, I'm sorry I've been hiding something from you." "Silly-Head said awkwardly.

"Is it that you want to stay in Mecca? Oh, I already know that. President Kerry and I passed the gas and let me take care of you all the way. Oh, I can't believe that you are taking care of us all the way." Jon said with a smile.

"Aaah! You know, Sir, you know that I'm too stupid to be a mercenary. Perhaps it's easier for me to be a footman, even if I'm a little humble, but I don't have to work hard all the time." Silly-Head groaned.

Jon patted Silly-Head on the shoulder and said, "There's nothing to be done about it. Everyone's opportunities are different. As you said, it's a little humble, but it's better than blood. Well, when we get to the mercenar's Union, I'll go with you to see President Sheffer, who's an old friend of mine."

"Really? Thank you so much, boss. To tell you the truth, I'm a little embarrassed to go." "Silly-Head said.

"Ha ha, what's to be ashamed of, come on." "Jon said, laughing.

The mercenary union, after Jon delivered the mission and took the rest of the commission from the merchant, Jon gathered his mercenaries together and divided some of them, because of Silly-Head's "outstanding" performance in the mission, Jon took extra care of him, giving him twenty gold coins, so that Silly-Head jumped for joy.

Jon is very interested in Silly-Head after a few jokes, with him to the president Sheffer's office, near the door, he signaled Silly-Head quiet, his own tap on the frame of the door.

"Who, come in, please," he said. From inside came a middle-aged voice.

"President Sheffer, it's Jon. Long time no see." Jon pushed open the door and entered the house.

"It's Jon the Fast Swordsman. Come, come, sit down. Who's this little brother?" The men in the room stood up and greeted Jon warmly.

"This is a brother of mine who has a letter for you from President Kerry, so I took the liberty of interrupting." Jon explained with a smile.

"So, where's the letter?" 'said Shafer, nodding.

It was a very gorgeously dressed old man, wearing a magical robe made of silk and embroidered with exquisite designs, a magical hat inlaid with a very precious magical stone, two magical defense rings on his hand, and a crystal wand standing in the corner of his office...

"Dear me, this old man is so extravagant, I'm going to have to go..." As soon as Silly-Head came in, his eyes weren't working enough, glancing left and right, not hearing the Sheffields at all.

"Ahem, ahem, Silly-Head, take the letter to the president." Jon warned, suppressing a laugh.

"Boss, what's up? Letter, oh, yes, yes, President Sheffer, I beg your pardon for my rudeness. I didn't mean to offend you, but you... You astonish me. I have never seen a magician so noble, so elegant, so dignified as you. I am so ashamed of myself in your presence. Silly-Head, greatly embarrassed, handed the letter back with an explanation.

At first, President Sheffer was very tired of the Silly kid who looked at him as soon as he walked in the door, and it was a shame for his old friend Kerry and Jon not to throw him out, but when he heard Silly-Head's words, his dissatisfaction disappeared and he accepted the letter with a big smile.