Ed held his breath until he felt the flames turn a normal, warm golden yellow again, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Siao's voice sounded again, and the barbarians around him sat up, their rocky faces happy and calm, no longer hesitant and unspeakably afraid.

“...... Where's Tess?" Ed asked. He looked up and saw only Naria and Rosa, who were clearly looking for Tess as well.

Novi wasn't worried at all.

"She has a job to do. He said with a smile.

Mock shook his head, remembering the "great idea" that Tess had given him in the Silvertooth Mine, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for the person who was being targeted by the red-haired girl.

Another round of begins - a real. The vats of honey were removed, and Mock was quickly carried away by the two barbarians - the bone of his right leg was finely jagged by Toom, and it took some effort for even Calebryn to heal him, and for a while he could not walk, and the two barbarian boys who had escaped from the necromancer's cave with him ran around with him. Even though his injuries were completely healed, the two barbarian teenagers who cared for him seemed to have developed the habit of carrying him around, and it was useless no matter how much Mock yelled.

Ed felt like they were enjoying it.

Seeing that he was about to be caught drinking or participating in some impossible match, Ed thought of running away, and Norway didn't know when he was gone.

“...... Not enough friends!" Ed grumbled, smiling genuinely and brightly, impeccably perfect at the first savage who had handed him a large glass of honey, and took the cup and poured it down resignedly.

- He didn't think they would be able to leave tomorrow.

Slightly dull handwriting appeared on somewhat dry parchment, and the viscous liquid quickly began to thicken in the cold, dry weather, giving off a faint fishy smell. The writer didn't have much time, but he still spent a lot of time trying to figure out the words. When he finished writing that line of small characters carefully, checked it carefully, and patiently dried the words halfway through, he remembered that there was no need for this. As he neatly cut off the one and was about to throw it into the fire, a sharp dagger silently pressed against his neck, and the cold and sharp touch instantly stirred up a layer of shiver.

"Got you!"

A brisk voice rang out in the darkness. The writer was at a loss as he watched a small gray-brown creature rush over and snatch something from his hand.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

“...... Snatch my question!" The spiky dagger poked his neck in dissatisfaction. The writer began to regret that he didn't wake up today and gave himself a layer of stone skin - to be honest. After being teased by Rosa, intentionally or unintentionally, he hadn't done it in a long time, and that was definitely a mistake! Stone skin was much more important to a mage than a woman, and he had to remember this lesson!

He did have a little spell or two, but the creature in front of him chirped twice and barked a small fangs at him in warning, and then the curtain of the tent was lifted, and the damned elf smiled and aimed his well-wounded light crossbow at him, and he gave up resisting.

He hates elves. They were quick and alert, for an unprotected mage. The enemy you don't want to face.

A hand reached out from behind him, poked the leather note with the dagger on which the words were written, and read it out: "Tonight I will see the ritual of the barbarian ancestor worship." The voice of the return of the dead...... What the hell are you writing poetry?"

"Materials are limited, and quaint text is more concise and economical. The writer replied earnestly.

“...... Why do I think we've caught the wrong person?" the man who had been hiding behind him stood up. Poked her head over and stared at his face.

The petite, sweet-looking red-haired female thief had her red hair coiled up and looked different from her usual, and the writer looked at her evasively twice, and involuntarily blushed.

“...... If I hadn't seen him write that, I'd have really thought we caught the wrong person. Tess straightened up and sighed. "Why not Dicima, but this fool who suffers all day long!"

D'Amo was a little upset.

"I can't change my natural appearance, but I'm not stupid, I've been able to use a chain of lightning that not even Disima can't......" he retorted earnestly.

"Oh, spare me. Tess rolled her eyes. But the dagger against the mage's neck did not relax at all.

"Take the things and take him out first. Norway said.

Tess frowned, "Why don't you take it? I don't want to touch that thing at all!"

"Because there's a sword pointing at me behind my back?" said Norwe, still with a smile on his face.

“...... Tell me earlier!"

Tess grabbed the note, instructed Mochi to grab the unused roll, and jumped on the mage's head and onto her shoulder.

Norway stepped back, letting Tess carry the mage out of the tent.

The laughter, roars, and singing from the campfire made the situation in the small clearing even more eerie. Rosa's long, thin sword pointed at Norvi's vest. The crossbow bolts in Novi's hand were aimed at D'Amo, Baie stood gloomily to the side, a few barbarian warriors silently surrounded everyone in the middle, and Sesyana stood further away, looking like he didn't intend to intervene at all.

"What the hell is going on, you guys who attacked me?" Baie yelled angrily.

"We're enemies, what's wrong with sneak attacks?" Tess asked with wide eyes, "Isn't it right to have fun playing together every day?"

Rosa lowered her head and chuckled.

"Maybe you should explain why you're sending news to the necromancer?" Noway pulled back to the point.

"Necromancer?" Bye repeated confusedly, "we have nothing to do with necromancers!"

Tess raised the note in her hand, "Isn't this a disgusting thing that only necromancers would use?"

"Oh, it's a misunderstanding, it's a terrible misunderstanding!" D'Amo reacted, "I'm not a necromancer, absolutely not! I don't know any necromancers!"

"Anyway, it's someone else's territory. "I think we should figure this out in a different place." ”.

Dutton took the piece of paper made of human skin that Tess had handed him, frowned, and handed it to Sion.

Mochi jumped off Tess's shoulder. Obediently scurryed up the old shaman's cross-legged legs, and handed him the scroll that had not yet been used.

"Nothing can hide from my nose!" said Tess triumphantly, tossing two small daggers in her hand.

She had already smelled the strange scent of the two mages, but she couldn't tell who was wrong. Or is there a problem with both, or that material is also used by ordinary mages.

Tonight's festival is a rare sight, and the necromancers will definitely be interested in it, and if the necromancer has something to do with the previous barbarian inability to summon ancestral spirits, their contacts will definitely send back the news of Sio's success immediately.

She had guessed everything, that is, she had not guessed the person who had the problem - she had always thought it would be Décima, or hopefully it would be Décima, but it turned out to be the least noticeable D'Amor.

"Listen, guys, it's just a misunderstanding. D'Amo discerned. "I'm sending a message to Lord Mansini. ”

"You've been sending news to Mansini?" asked Baie with a calm face, he didn't know anything about it, "why didn't you tell me?"

"Maybe you're being watched, too?" said Tess with a smirk.

Baie glared at him, but said no more.

Carlo Mansini, a nobleman of Rutgar. The guys who really paid for these mercenaries. Although I don't know his true purpose, it is normal to have such a large sum of money and want to know how things are going.

The only thing that is not normal is the way it is used.

"That thing was given to you by Mansini? Why did he have that? The necromancer doesn't sell this kind of thing like Dhema peddles his mysterious little potion. Tess asked.

"I don't know. D'Amo said.

"A rich and powerful aristocrat like him will always have some strange ways. Rosa interjected.

Tess thought about it, but could only reluctantly nod in acknowledgement.

"Wouldn't he be a necromancer?" Dutton asked, "the Mansini?"

"Oh, not really. Tess said. "It's one thing to have a relationship with a necromancer that can be pushed off at any time, it's another thing to make yourself a necromancer, the kind of guy from an aristocratic background wouldn't risk everything he has, and Carlo Mancini's ambitions are in another place entirely, he doesn't have much time to be distracted by some god-like experiments, nothing to summon an undead or something. ”

She grew up in Stonebuge. Another thief, he knows everything about the nobility of the city. It is hardly a secret that Carlo Mancini wants to remove the king from the throne.

D'Amor nodded approvingly, "Any path to a mage is laborious, and it is not for someone like Lord Mansini. ”

"Anyway, you don't feel sick when you use that kind of thing? A human skin like you!" Tice looked at the roll in front of Sio in disgust, and gestured at De Mobi with a dagger.

"But it's very convenient. And it's already been made, and even if I don't use it, someone else will use it, and even if no one uses it, it's impossible for the dead to come back to life, so ...... Why waste it?" asked D'Amo rhetorically in a tone of course.

“...... I was wrong, you're still quite like a necromancer. Tess looked disgusted and moved away.

"I'm not. "I've been able to use a chain of lightning bolts, I don't need to ......"

"That's enough!" Baie interrupted him impatiently.

He took a step forward and looked directly at Dutton, "You can't prove anything, end this farce." ”

"Not really. "But here, even the use of such things is absolutely intolerable." You have to get out of the camp, out of the ice. Barbarians do not welcome you. ”

"So that's what you're for?" Bye sneered, "to get rid of us, for such ridiculous reasons. And these dragons," he pointed to Norway and Tess, "and be able to be your guests here?"

"This is our home, and I have the right to decide who is a guest and who should be invited out of the house. Dutton's tone hardened, "Whatever the purpose, the ice dragon has helped us, and the necromancer is our mortal enemy - that reason is not ridiculous at all.

“...... Very good. Bye threw down a sentence coldly and turned to leave.

Rosa shrugged apologetically at Norway and followed him away.

D'Amo looked back at his companion who had left him and pointed to himself: "I ...... Can I go?"

"Yes. Tess smiled at him with a big smile, "Just cut off your hand!".