Early the next morning, Hoan left. Ed didn't know where he was going to get the damaged or soiled materials back, but if it was somewhere he could get back and forth in a day...... There should be a small town nearby, and it will sell things that ordinary people don't usually use. The only thing he could think of was the mouth of the Kuz River - there would be a few small shops offering what adventurers needed.

He leaned against the window, watching in the direction in which Joan had disappeared, guessing the distance to the mouth of the Kuz River, and it wasn't long before he saw Oylan leave the cabin as well.

Ed propped his chin and watched a little smugly as the old man walked in the other direction - Joan always left every few days, but it wasn't easy to get Oylan to leave with him. Several of the herbs that had been knocked over last night were often used by Oylan, some of which could be found in the nearby forest, and some of which were not. Bazel calculated the time so accurately that they had to go out at the same time so as not to delay Oylan's "research" that he had not stopped for a day.

Ed increasingly felt that Bazel looked like a savage, thinking and acting more like a human. If he were still alive, he might be able to become a great half-blood warrior among the barbarians, a hero...... In fact, even with a dead body in tow, his soul is still brave and tenacious, and what he is doing now is enough to be called a "hero", but no one will know or admit it...... It's not fair.

But now is not the time to lament this. As soon as Oylan's figure disappeared from sight, Ed turned and walked to the door. The ridiculous sheath around his neck had finally been removed, but his movements were still not very agile. Thankfully, the plan didn't count on his agility.

The door opened, and Bazel nodded to him. The stiff face also showed a little nervousness.

For the first time in more than twenty days, Ed was able to leave the room. He glanced hurriedly at what should have been the foyer, but it was cramped and empty, and could only be regarded as a corridor, shivering in the cold wind, and followed Bazel to the other side.

Oylan's room was just like his people, clean and tidy. But it was much smaller than the room that Hoan was going to double as him, with room for a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk. Push open the door on the other side of the room. After walking down two wooden staircases, the deep underground is almost another world.

Ed raised his torch and looked in amazement at the huge stone paved pathway. The moss leaves mottled marks on the stone. The smell of antiquity floats in the air. Here are clearly the ancients...... It may even be a place like a tomb or cellar left over from a race that isn't human. Oiran discovered it and built his own dwelling on it.

Ed suddenly remembered the headless ghost mound that Norway and Tess had found, and something flashed through his mind, but he couldn't catch it.

He shook his head and followed Bazel closely.

Walking down a diagonal downhill corridor to a near-circular space illuminated by a faint glow of fire, Ed looked at several stone platforms near the walls. It is certain that this was once the burial chamber of a family.

The corpses that had been placed on the stone platform were naturally gone, and the walls were carved with insignia that Ed could not recognize. Families who can own such burial chambers will not be nameless. But not only is it annihilated in history, but even the peace of the deceased is disturbed.

- He's here to mend me.

Bazel told him, pulling back his clothes slightly, revealing the criss-crossing wounds.

Ed only glanced at it and quickly looked away.

- But there, I can't get close.

Bazel points to the passage on the other side.

In the dim light, Ed could faintly see the space on the other side of the passage, which seemed to be much larger than this.

- Joan can go in, he says that spell is only for the undead, because the most terrible enemy for a wizard is the undead controlled by another wizard.

Bazel gestured to him, handing him a moving bag and a crude but sharp knife.

- This is what you want. I don't know wizard spells, if you can go in and destroy it, I'll be able to go in and find the mirror and your stuff, and then I'll send you away, to someone who can help you, and smash the mirror...... If it goes well.

Oh, yes...... If it goes well.

Ed couldn't help but smile wryly, instinctively feeling that things wouldn't be so simple. The god of luck who once followed him has long since abandoned him...... He's even worse off than Borena right now.

Even more unlucky, he couldn't do nothing because of that—Ed sighed to himself and cautiously walked into the passageway.

He didn't feel any hindrance when he entered, and according to what Joan told Bazel, Oylan didn't control any of the undead as guards - "he didn't need that kind of guard."

But that also means that Jay Oylan probably has other ways to protect his secret place.

Ed lit up the surroundings with torches, carefully searching for anything that looked like runes, and praying that it wasn't a deadly trap.

While at the Temple of Collins, he had a little knowledge of the runes and spells commonly used by necromancers, but that knowledge was never enough when you needed them. It is commonly said that a necromancer will only manipulate spells such as undead and mind control and nothing else...... But Lydia has apparently turned this self-righteous assertion into an outdated joke.

As the firelight printed a faint pattern on the ground, Ed cautiously stopped, took a few steps back, and threw a small stone in the distance.

- There was no movement.

He rubbed his nose, untied the bag that Bazel had given him, grabbed the little creature inside, and mumbled "I'm sorry", and threw it out before being bitten.

The fat-fed rat writhed in mid-air, fell to the rune-covered ground with a snap, froze for a moment, and then in the blink of an eye, rolled over and ran towards Ed, bravely rushing past his feet, startling Ed instead.

He looked back at the little black shadow that had disappeared in the puff of smoke, and was a little overwhelmed. The rune didn't hurt it...... It's also possible that it's not small enough to trigger the trap, but it'd rather turn and run at Ed than flee to the other side...... Apparently instinctively sensed the danger there.

But he was not a mouse after all, so he couldn't just turn around and escape, so he could only stubbornly continue to move forward, squatting down and carefully cutting off part of the rune with his knife.

There was no lightning bolt slashing at him, and the ground beneath his feet didn't suddenly open up to make him fall through some spike trap...... He stood there for a moment, tilting his head in confusion, always feeling that it was too easy, but he turned back and exclaimed, "Bazel!"

A moment later, the footsteps of the barbarians sounded behind him, each step heavy and slow, unusually cautious, as if carrying something heavy.

But he managed to get into the tunnel anyway, which made Ed regain some confidence in his luck. Instead of retreating as he had planned, he boldly stepped over the rune and reached forward with a torch in an attempt to illuminate the space on the other side.

Bazeel, who walked behind him, grabbed his arm, and Ed was slightly startled with such force.

He turned around, and before he could say anything, Bazel had already squeezed past him, but instead of letting go of him, he dragged him forward with a hard drag.

"Bazel?" Ed cried out in a panic, subconsciously trying to break free, but the large hand that gripped him seemed to be made of steel, cold, hard, and unmoving.

His right hand began to go numb, the torch fell to the ground, and Ed's gaze instinctively followed the little light, but in the sudden dimming of the fire, he saw another figure that should not have been there at all.

Jay Oylan stood there...... It's like a pale and silent ghost floating in the dark.

Ed's heart sank.

"I've always wondered when you're going to make a move. ”

The old man's voice came faintly, "Honestly, I'm about to lose my patience. ”

-- You guys. He said "you guys".

Ed retracted the knife that had been stabbed at Bazel, and began to struggle hard, shouting, "Bazel! Bazel...... Look at me!!"

Bazel's footsteps paused slightly, and he glanced down at him, a hint of doubt in his dull eyes, which further proved Ed's guess.

The barbarians hadn't betrayed him—it was Ed himself who was wrong, and he shouldn't have forgotten what kind of necromancer Jay Oylan was. Even Icabold once mentioned this mysterious old man, who is cautious and low-key, known for his ability to control minds, and can easily manipulate even the souls of the living, not to mention that Bazel is still an undead after all......

"Bazel!" he cried, refusing to give up the faint hope, "wake up...... You shouldn't be so easy to control! Think about Tum...... Even Toom can't control you!Bazel!!"

He could see the struggle in Bazel's eyes, the barbarian's tenacious soul did not give up, but Oylan destroyed everything with a simple command - it was not a powerful spell, it didn't even require eye contact, just a plain sentence:

"Tie him to the stone platform over there, Bazel...... Be careful, don't hurt him, I promised Egbert. ”

His voice sounded no different from usual, his words were clear, his tone was elegant, calm and indifferent...... For Bazel, it seems to have an irresistible force.

The glimmer in the barbarian's eyes went out, and he lowered his eyes in a daze, dragging Ed to a stone platform and pulling it up with all his might.

When his skin touched the cold stone face, boundless fear welled up. Ed gritted his teeth and screamed, kicking and punching with all the techniques he had ever learned, trying to break free from Bazel's seemingly indestructible shackles. He was barely able to stick a knife into the savage's eye...... But Bazel grabbed the blade, snatched it away, and threw it on the ground.

"I have to say, you've disappointed me a bit. ”

Completely ignoring their scuffle, Oylan calmly lit a candle, and the entire burial chamber instantly lit up as day, and the strange blue-white flames were as cold as the old man's voice:

"You're even more useless than the legend suggests...... 'Sage'. ”.

(To be continued......)