Mock couldn't help but laugh.

Naria, the dark-haired girl was at least right, the ice dragon was really a child at all.

"I believe in you. He blurted out, then shook his head incredulously, "I can't believe I'm going to say this to a dragon." ”

"You won't regret it!" Ed jumped excitedly, his dark blue eyes sparkling.

"I'm not sure I'll succeed. Maybe we'll all end up dying here. Isis said coldly.

"It's a good idea, it will work, but I'll have to teach you how to play as an evil dragon, Is, and you won't lie at all. Edmore snapped his hands and was eager to try.

"You teach me," Eth scoffed, "all your thoughts are on your face! If I really want to deceive people, not even Alan Cavo can see it!"

“...... You lied to Alan?"

“...... That's not important!"

"But I fooled the necromancer outside!"

"That's because he can't see your face clearly!"

"Kids, kids. Mock struck the ground with iron cuffs, "I haven't said yes yet." ”

"Why!" cried Ed.

"It's not a good idea to have two scheming kids like you face a suspicious old necromancer. "Mock doesn't really have much confidence in that.

"I didn't ask for your consent either. Isis pushed back coldly, "I'll do what I want, and as for whether you take the opportunity to escape with those barbarians, that's none of my business." ”

Mock was speechless.

"Your friend doesn't have a good temper. He turned to Ed.

"Well......" Ed admitted vaguely, "Dragon, you know. ”

Iss glared at him.

"Well, it seems like I don't have much choice. Mock sighed, "We probably don't have much time until the necromancers who greeted our friends come back. I can tell you what I had planned with the barbarians, and see how we fit together...... May the gods bless. This time it really worked. ”

- What god would bless a dragon?

Iss was tempted to ask, but he opened his mouth and said something else: "I have to warn you that those necromancers are going to greet you with a very powerful mage...... And they also carry a large number of undead. If you want to go out through that entrance, you're going to be blocked. ”

"Who said we were going to get out of there? Like all the passages here, it's too narrow for us to squeeze into a heap. Mock's smile was full of dwarf confidence, "The stone will make way for us." ”.

The soul always has a different color at first, even more than one color, and it flows and is fascinating. But it was destined not to remain in this world, and once it left the life that gave birth to it, it soon began to dim and dissipate. Necromancers have spent nearly a thousand years trying to keep that precious but epishing thing. Fighting and stealing from the gods, paying countless costs to make a deal with the demons in hell, but never succeeding.

Tuscany Tum is close to success, and he is convinced of it.

The soul he had just acquired was a deep purplish red, but only for a moment as he gazed at it. Little by little, it turned into a navy.

Toom wasn't happy about that. He looked down at the face of the lifeless savage—perhaps still too young, so that his soul was strong but not stable.

Even this is not without value. Maybe......

"Master Toum. ”

Someone shouted respectfully behind him.

Som gloomily placed the originally colorless soul crystal on the velvet cushion, and the runes embroidered with silver thread could make the souls parasitic in it more stable.

He didn't like to be disturbed at this time—he didn't like to be disturbed in this place in any way, he thought that after the soul of the last necromancer who dared to do so became the least valuable collection on his shelf, the others understood it, but perhaps they needed to be reminded again.

He turned to face the two young necromancers—two. And he didn't know any of them. He suddenly remembered that he should have given a new order to the Meat Golem at the door, and that they would not let anyone in at this time.

A hint of vigilance arises spontaneously. But they were far from him, and his guards were close.

"Master Toum. One of them saluted again, while the other stood straight, as if he did not know how to bow his head, and there was not the slightest hint of pretended fear or respect in his clear light blue eyes. The cold, piercing gaze pierced the skin.

Tum slowly wiped his hands and remained silent. I began to regret using only the Flesh Golem as a guard in order to avoid distraction, they are powerful and loyal, but not as easy to manipulate as the undead.

"I know I shouldn't bother you at this time. The necromancer's head hung lower, "But this ...... Ask to see you immediately. ”

"Immediately?" said Tum with a mocking tone. He didn't know how a young necromancer could be so bold. Unless......

"Did Lydia let you come?" he asked coldly, the only possibility he could think of.

"I do know Lydia Bell, but she doesn't have the authority to command me to do anything. The other party replied coldly.

Tum looked at the young but arrogant mage—he even held a staff that necromancers rarely used like a real mage—and stalled in silence as he began to mobilize his undead.

He did let them get too far away!

"And who the hell are you?" he asked, with obvious impatience on the other's face.

The young man did not answer, but his eyes gradually turned a brilliant golden yellow under the gaze of the old mage, and the vertical pupils that humans could never possess carried the innate coldness and cruelty of the predators, and the silver-white scales covered his pale skin little by little.

"I'd love to make it clearer to you who I am," the young voice grew deeper and more majestic, "if you don't mind being crushed under the crumbling rock...... Or under my paws. ”

"You want to say you're ......" Toom couldn't help but laugh, but when his gaze inadvertently swept over the mirror on the table on his left, he was shocked by the image in the mirror.

"A dragon. Tum changed his tone and whispered, "That's a ...... Pleasantly surprised. ”

Things are starting to get a little troublesome. He wasn't sure what to do with a dragon, but a dragon had slipped into his territory in the form of a necromancer, a place that didn't even hold its true body, apparently for another purpose—he just wanted it to have nothing to do with the mirror on the table.

His body moved. But now, in the past, I put away the mirror just to cover it up. And the ice dragon's gaze did not fall on the mirror...... Maybe he's thinking too much.

He waved the necromancer who had brought the ice dragon away, but the ice dragon stopped him.

"Let him stay there. He said, but didn't seem bothered to explain why.

Toom had no choice but to give up.

"I had the privilege of knowing your kind. The old mage pondered, "An ancient ice dragon. It'......"

"Silver Fang. The other party interrupted him impatiently, "It's dead." ”

That solid tone made Tum understand something.

"You killed it? That's a ......," he didn't know how to describe it. Even with the loss of a front paw and the seemingly problematic eye, the giant ice dragon possessed incredible power. He had wondered why the dragon had suddenly appeared on the ice field with injuries, but now he probably knew.

"You beat it, more than once. The old mage bowed to the oldest and most powerful race in the world, giving it the respect it deserved, "What shall I call a great dragon?"

“...... Ice Mang. The Ice Dragon hesitated for a moment before replying, "You can call me Bingmang." ”.

Ed quietly stepped back as Is's began to speak to the old mage, all the way into the shadows. Not that he was worried that Toom could see his face or expression - his head was definitely hanging low enough. It's just that Iss warned him. Try to stay as far away as possible so that he doesn't get in the way of a sudden fight when he doesn't agree with Toom, but don't get too far away so that he doesn't find anyone when he wants to catch him and run away.

In short, the implication. He's a big nuisance. But Ed had long since learned not to be discouraged by this—a frustrated trouble would only be a bigger one.

They were able to find Tum in the shortest possible time thanks to the talkative necromancer, who remembered Is's face, and even kindly warned the two newcomers that neither of them would want to bother Tum at this time.

But they don't have time to wait.

Is's cleaned them up as the guards at the gate prevented them from entering—they were standing outside the door fine now, just frozen as hard as stone. Ed didn't know how Is's did it, only heard him whisper in satisfaction, "I knew it would work!", and almost immediately muttered again, "Hell!"

Before he could ask what was the matter, Iss strode in, and he could only follow with apprehension.

Up to now. Things still seemed to be going smoothly - too smoothly for Tum to easily believe Is's identity, and the subtle twist in his tone made Ed care, but now might not be the time to show his extraordinary curiosity.

Toom immediately apologized when Iss accused the necromancers of making his hunt more troublesome, and offered to cooperate, apparently. Their previous partnership with Silver Tooth has benefited them immensely.

"And what do I get?" asked Iss, coldly.

"What do you want?" Toom asked rhetorically, "there probably won't be much on this ice field that you can see, but we're in Anktan, Rutgal...... There will be people all over the continent who will be there for you, and even help you deal with those pesky paladins and adventurers - I happen to know that there is a team of adventurers looking for you. If you don't want to get your hands dirty, we'll be happy to sacrifice their bodies at your feet. Oh, and of course, food, which we can even deliver to your mouth if you need it. ”

The old mage laughed, but Iss didn't find it funny.

"Leave those adventurers to me. He said expressionlessly, "Also, I want the mirror." ”.