Elves are good at tracking, and their keen senses can spot any clues. Norvi is not the best of its kind, but it is much stronger than humans.

His only failure was when Stonebugch tracked down a man who followed him but was spotted by him, and he remembered the man's back fondly.

Although it doesn't look special, if you look closely, the man's right shoulder will be slightly raised when he walks, and the left hand swings a little less than the right hand, as if the right shoulder has been injured in some kind of incurable way.

In Stonebug, the man got rid of him with the help of some kind of spell. From the night haze of the city came a nightmare gray shadow, leaving a bruise on his waist. He didn't even have a weapon with him that day, and if it weren't for the help of a paladin, he might have died silently in the dark.

It was the same paladin who told him that it was a necromancy and warned him to stay away from the dangerous necromancers. The paladins kept an eye on them, trying to find out what the ghostly mages were up to, but it was difficult for the knights to protect everyone at all times.

Ed remembers that day. Norvi didn't return all night, he ran back from the way back to Visa, and together with Tess searched almost all of Stonebucci, only to find that Norvi had already returned, and Tess didn't let Moch do it, and pounced on him and bit the elf.

At that time, Norway only lightly said that he was in a little trouble, and never said that he almost died.

"Does Tess know this?" he asked.

Norway shook his head: "Don't tell her." ”

He didn't want to actually have his neck bitten.

Norway knew that after the Ice Dragon destroyed the Temple of the Water God, many paladins had returned to Collins from Stonebutch to participate in the hunt for the Ice Dragon. The necromancer may have been freed from surveillance because of this.

"Why would a necromancer follow you?" asked Mork, "As far as I know, necromancers will avoid elves from afar, because elves are more difficult to control than humans, whether they are alive or dead, and they won't easily provoke an elf." ”

Norway was amazed at the dwarf's sharpness. He suspected that he was being followed because he had been looking around for news of the dark-haired woman, or because he had the silver coin in his hand, but at the moment he could only vaguely reply, "I think I have one thing they want in my hand as well." ”

Mock nodded silently, lost in thought. Ed sneaked a glance at Norvi, and the silver coin seemed to be causing more trouble to the elves than he had imagined...... Sooner or later, Tess would beat him up for this.

Norvi remembered the slate.

Does anyone know that the thing is in his hands, and does the necromancer in Cam come because of him?

He probably really should have destroyed it in the first place, as Tess said.

Time passed in silence, and the three different races were caught in their own troubles, until there was a commotion outside the door.

"Norvi!" Tates shouted outside, "Ed Singhal, are you inside? What the hell have you done to make the good dwarves unhappy? Hey, Santino, aren't we friends? Let's go in, you're so sad......"

Only then did Mock realize that he had left Ed and the elves here for too long, and when he heard the news of their return, the girls who had not seen them for a long time naturally began to worry.

"Thank you for everything. He stood up, "You have kept your promise, and I will keep my promise." After I have received confirmation from our king, you may leave at any time. I can't speak for every dwarf here, but Mork Brassflame will always be your friend. ”

For the first time in many days, a heartfelt smile appeared on Ed's face.

"You have no idea how glad I am to hear this!" he exclaimed, "Ed Singhal will always be your friend!"

"Norvi Sunchaser, it's a pleasure to have this. Norway smiled, "I also know a young Bolt dwarf...... Maybe one day we'll have the opportunity to sit down and listen to each other's stories. ”

"I'm looking forward to that day. Mock finally smiled, "Now, before your girl breaks down my door, let's get out of here." ”.

Before leaving the pit, Tess found Mock.

"Norway said she couldn't blackmail her friends, so she ......" she awkwardly returned the knife to him.

"I guess it's important to you. ”

Dwarves don't like to use weapons like knives, but Mork keeps them at his waist, and it clearly means something to him.

Mock took the knife. It does represent a memory, but maybe it's time for it to start a new journey as well.

He handed the knife to Tess again, "Keep it, it's a gift from a friend now." Legend has it that the soul of a winter wolf sleeps in this knife, and its name is 'The North'. When the owner of the knife is in danger, it comes to its aid. I don't know if I wish you the privilege of seeing it, or if you never have to see it. ”

"Oh, good dwarf!" Tess hugged him happily, "You just have to wish us a safe journey!".

A day later, the travelers were once again on the road north. Mork gave them everything back, including the great iron cone of Akan - he told Akan to leave with them, and when Akambi asked about his former "companions", Mock replied, "They decided to stay here and work with the dwarves." ”

Of course, there is nothing unacceptable about knocking stones in a pit for a lifetime compared to death.

And Akan has nowhere to go.

Narya asked him, "Where is your home?"

The big man looked at her blankly.

"Home. Naria repeated, not knowing if he didn't have a home or if he didn't understand her, "That's it...... Someone will always be there waiting for you to go back to the place. ”

Akambi gestured, and Naria was already able to read simple sign language.

"He doesn't have a home. Naria looked at Ed and whispered.

Ed understood exactly what was in her gaze.

"Of course, he can follow us, if he wants to. ”

In this way, they have a new traveling companion, and Mochi is probably the happiest of all. The big man would hold it on his chest with his huge palms, so that he could sleep there for a warm and reassuring night's sleep, and after he had slept enough, Akan would have endless energy to play with him, instead of playing with it for a while, and then stuff it back into his bag impatiently, still chirping lonely.

But when night falls, it will still return to Tess and use its little warmth to accompany the southern girl who is afraid of the cold.