"Mock...... Mock!"

Ed called anxiously, but didn't dare to say too much.

He hadn't recognized the dwarf's back before, after all, he hadn't known this friend for long, and Mock had lost a lot of weight, limping when he walked, and his hair and beautiful long beard were cut in a mess.

He and Ise followed the dwarves from a distance, watching them turn into the darkness, safer and more secluded places in the cave. They were far away to avoid detection, but Is's ears were on par with the elves, and he simply repeated the conversation between Tum and the dwarves to Ed. Ed almost jumped when he heard Mork's name,

He knew that the closest dwarven kingdom to here was the Silver Tooth Mine, and the only one who could leave the pit and run to such a ghost place was Mork, who was supposed to be looking for the dwarves that had been stolen by the necromancer.

He couldn't help his friend. The place was heavily guarded, and if Isa had rushed in, it would probably have killed Mork sooner - he could tell from the old mage's words that he wasn't going to kill Mork, at least if they needed the dwarves, but when Mork was carried out like a corpse by the tall undead, Ed couldn't help but grab Is's arm.

Then they followed all the way to the point, not a cell, just a corner of the cavern, where the necromancer in charge of the escort had left, and there were still two undead guarding the dwarf. His chains weren't locked anywhere—with that one he had, the dwarf would have been unable to escape, not to mention that he was wounded.

Ed had tried to place his little light blue ball on the dwarf's wound, but to no avail, even though he whispered prayers like "Please do me a favor?" and "Goddess of mercy, please help the kind", the thing dimmed indifferently.

He had no idea how to use it.

"Is...... Can you carry him?" Ed asked. He couldn't wake up Mork, and they better get him out of here as soon as possible.

Is's face was displeased, but he walked over and carried the dwarf on his shoulder. As soon as he took a step, the two undead who had been preserving as if they were non-existent immediately moved.

Isis laid down the dwarf.

"No, I can't. He said. "It's going to alarm the others, and I can't protect both of you at the same time when I rush out, unless I turn into a dragon here...... But the hole could collapse, and I don't know how many people would be crushed. He was very unhappy with this constraint.

He guessed that the dwarf was seen by the boy in the Castle Forest. The one who was carried away...... He's still alive.

Ed reluctantly crouched back beside Mork. He knew that it would be impossible for Iss to leave him behind and take the dwarves away, and that the relationship between the ice dragon and the dwarves was not very good.

"Mock......" He nudged the dwarf in a frustrated way, the wounds that he didn't dare to exert at all, they had been stitched up, but they still looked hideous.

Mork opened his eyes abruptly, looking awake and alert, but it was only for a moment, and his eyes quickly became trance-like. But he recognized Ed anyway.

"Ed Singal?" he asked, confused.

"Mock!" Ed was so excited that he almost gave him a hug.

Mork glanced at Is, who was dressed in black robes, pale and expressionless.

“...... Have you been caught in too much?" he asked.

"Oh no. We slipped in on our own. Ed looked at Is, then at Mock, and introduced a little awkwardly: "This is my friend Is......"

Mock frowned, he remembered the name.

"The dragon?"

"Yes, it's the dragon. Ed hurriedly explained. "Although he wears black robes, he is not a necromancer......"

"I know. "You said, you slipped in. You'd better sneak out as soon as possible, it's a hell of a place...... He paused and took a breath before continuing: "Those barbarians are too impatient...... It could collapse at any moment. ”

"We won't leave you, but why are you here......" Ed was halfway through the question, and Ed snapped into the dwarven king's stolen treasure.

"I was too careless. The dwarf's face was gloomy. "But I'm not going to leave yet. Not now. ”

It was what he was looking for—Ed realized it immediately, but he didn't say it. Mork was calm about the appearance of a humanoid ice dragon, but he looked at Iss with suspicion, and that was understandable. Thinking about the big hole in the Silver Tooth Mine that I don't know if it had been filled, Mork's attitude towards an ice dragon is quite friendly.

"And you'd rather be buried alive here?" Is's tone was equally unfriendly.

"Is!" Ed tugged at his black robe, "Don't do that. Mock is my friend. ”

“...... Why don't these undead attack you?" Mork noticed that the two undead had been standing in place.

"Because of this. Ed spread his left hand out to show him, and an idea suddenly occurred to him: "If we draw one for you, maybe these guards will not exist as you." ”

"No, I can't. "He already has the mark of a sacrifice on his forehead, and I don't know if anything will go wrong with that." And what are you going to paint?"

Only then did Ed realize that Mork had a symbol carved on his forehead that was the same as that of the barbarians. It was just covered in blood and strands of hair stuck to it.

Mock's gaze drifted a little, and he soon passed out again. Ed stayed with him for a while before admitting in frustration that he couldn't help much.

"A dwarf's life is as hard as a stone, and he doesn't die so easily. For him, he said, such words were the most intimate comfort.

"But we've got to get him out, Is, or he'll die here." ”

"Didn't you hear what he said? He didn't want to leave. ”

“...... Then we'll give him a reason to leave. ”.

"No!" Ed carefully moved the whole bottle back to its place, which he didn't know what it was brewing in—he didn't want to know what it was brewing in.

"it!!!" Is, as he threw some kind of plant tangled in his hand far into the corner, his anger building rapidly, "I'm a dragon, why should I be a thief in a necromancer's cave for the sake of a dwarf—— I don't even know what I'm stealing!"

"Shhh He only vaguely told Iss that they had to find some magical item, but Iss immediately understood that it belonged to the dwarves, which made him even more unhappy.

“...... Why don't I think you know what you're looking for?" asked Is, skeptically.

"Maybe we should look somewhere else. It's like his lab, maybe he's hiding it in his bedroom......" Ed's gaze wandered, and he began to change the subject.

"Who knows where he sleeps!, maybe in a coffin!" said Iss, grumblingly, "Forget it." I'm going to get him right away!"

"Is!" Ed rushed over to hold him down, "Mork is still in their hands!"

"Can't you use Tum to blackmail them into letting them go?"

"They may be hoping that Toom will die soon!"

Iss didn't refute it, and that was more likely.

"We'll look for it again. Ed looked around the room, and there was a stone table on the left, shackled and polished very flat, and the black-red surface smelled of blood.

Ed looked away—there was Mock's blood on it, too.

As soon as they were sure there was no one here, they snuck in and rummaged around, and Ed knew it was a bit silly, but the dwarf lost the magic item, which had more or less something to do with Is. If he can help Mork retrieve it, he will not only be able to convince the dwarves to leave, but perhaps make their relationship with the ice dragon less sour.

But they rummaged for a long time, and found nothing that looked like a "treasure". The room was large but extremely basic. It's a strange triangle, just using a corner of the cave and building a wall of stone to make the entrance.

"It's so basic...... Ed muttered, "it's not like a 'master' room."

"They're necromancers, they've been hiding in Tibet all their lives, so it's nice to have a place to live. You can't be like a human nobleman...... Or a wealthy businessman is so particular. Iss stabbed him coldly again.

Ed Singal didn't care about that, he just focused on his new ideas: "That Tum, he doesn't look like a guy who doesn't care about that. He glanced at Tum from afar, and when the empty black robe on the old necromancer's body floated up, a pattern of embroidered gold thread faintly appeared, which no other necromancer had in such a luxurious robe.

"And now. They're not just hiding, they're almost like they're preparing for war......" This casual remark startled Ed himself, and some disturbing images flashed through his mind, and he disappeared before he could catch them.

He shook his head, focusing on the moment.

"There's not even a guard here. Don't you think it's weird? I guess it's just a makeshift lab, and he must have used it very rarely. ”

He looked around again, and the only thing in the room that was anything more than "gorgeous" or "sophisticated" was the large, comfortable wooden chair, which looked to be some years old, with polished armrests and soft cushions and cushions.

Ed had turned over the mats, and there was nothing hidden underneath, except that the entire base was made of some kind of translucent off-white stone, which should be cool to sit on in the summer.

He tilted his head in thought, and boldly sat down in his chair, writhing around and groping around for armrests and wherever he could reach under the chair, hoping to find something resembling a mechanism.

"If this is just a makeshift lab, what else are you trying to find?" asked Iss, impatiently.

"A switch? there must be a secret room or secret passage here, the room that leads to Toom—the real room, he's an old man, and he doesn't like to walk much...... Or what kind of teleportation spell would he have? Celebryan would, oh, if only he were here now, he could still make us invisible......"

"Necromancers don't teleport spells. Iss interrupted him and began to ramble again.

"But you know what? Naria says that Celebrion has a teleportation ring that can teleport him anywhere with a whoosh, and Eren who doesn't know any magic can use it......"

"Not anywhere. "It's a pre-marked place...... A teleportation array. How many magical items do you think you can have?" he knew very well that there was once a teleportation circle in Chrisses' tower—the same place where Scott had locked him up all afternoon at the age of five. Lydia had told him that it was for him, and that if Scott couldn't deal with him turning into a dragon, he could use that to summon his companions...... And it was from there that Alan took him away from Christus.

The memories made him more and more agitated. He walked over to Ed, trying to pull him out of here, but no sooner had he grabbed his arm than the guy who was moving around in the chair with his head down suddenly let out a cheer, and a magical light quickly stretched along the lines of the wooden chair, and in a split second, the light surrounded them.