In the end, they allowed D'Amor to go back unharmed, but they did not return the skin to him.

"Is that all?" asked Tess unwillingly, "I've sacrificed so much! I've dropped my sweetheart, and the North doesn't know where to go!"

"I'm sure the mead hasn't been drunk yet. Norway had no choice but to comfort her, "Listen, they are still singing, and the festival is not over yet." ”

"It won't end until the sun rises. Dutton added with a smile, "Go stay with your friends and enjoy it, but I advise you not to drink too much mead, which may not be very suitable for humans and elves." ”

"I'm going to have a bucket!" Tess announced loudly.

They found Ed, who was already giggling, and Naria, who had just become more docile than usual, and Akan was throwing hammers at the barbarians, and they lined up the barrels to see who could smash more barrels at once. A drunken Disima stripped himself naked, laughing and running around the crowd until a few barbarians threw him to the ground, wrapped in his mage robes, and thrown back into his tent.

Norway didn't see Sesyana, and he probably ducked back into the tent they had been in all night before, which Ed had graciously relinquished.

"Blessed are the ignorant. Tess pretended to sigh deeply, then shouted again, "Hey! stay away from my sweetheart!"

She rushed towards Naria, violently driving away the barbarians around her who seemed to have other plans,

Norway felt someone pat his hand. He lowered his head, and Mock was raising his glass to him.

"You've got to get some of this!" said the dwarf loudly, apparently having drunk quite a bit, "I almost forgot...... This damn thing is stronger than dwarven wine! I'm going to tell Dutton that the dwarves are willing to trade gold and gems for this!"

"Then I can't miss it. The elf smiled and followed the dwarf towards the revelry crowd.

Ed felt like he had a headache like a thousand reindeer and a thousand savages dancing hand in hand, and any light made the fellows dance harder.

He groaned and curled himself up in the blanket and buried his head together, wishing he could just die.

Judging by Naria's moaning on the other side of the tent. She's no better.

Tess, who claimed to have a bucket but didn't get a drop of wine, came back from a walk and saw only two lumps of lump in the blanket, and rarely let them go with great mercy. But when she tried to find someone to go with her, she had been politely "invited" out of the camp by Baie, and had said goodbye to Rosa with tears, only to find that the man in the blanket was still there as it was. There's no way to continue to be so kind-hearted.

"Undead!" she cried, grabbing Ed from the blanket and shaking him out of it, "The undead are attacking the camp!"

Ed held his head and didn't move: "Let them kill me......"

"Ice Dragon!" Tess continued, "Isfly back!"

"If you call this first, you might be able to fool them. Norway laughed, putting the blanket back over Ed's body.

Naria squirmed for a long time, and finally got up.

"I don't drink anymore. She said bitterly.

"Akan has drunk more than you combined, and is now refreshed to help the barbarians knock stakes outside. Tess looked up proudly, as if she had drunk the wine herself.

"Where did you go last night? I don't remember what you came back from...... Well. I also don't remember when I came back. Naria pulled the blanket over her head and lay down again.

"So you don't remember last night when you married Ed Singhal in front of everyone?"

“...... What?!" Naria jumped to her feet, and now she was completely awake.

When everyone was finally dragged by Tess to the entrance to the camp, Baie and the mercenaries were ready to go, and the warriors sent by Dutton would guarantee that they would leave the territory of the Benlu tribe. But I want to know. They won't leave the icefield.

Baie still maintained his gloomy expression, which had been fastened to his face like an inextricable mask, and Douamo looked no different than usual. Dísima's eyes were blank and his face was full of pain, and Ed, who had just heard about his crazy actions last night, couldn't help but congratulate himself on his drunken demeanor, and at the same time had subtle sympathy for the mage. Sesyana looked at Norvi, who smiled apologetically at him. The Sword Dancer just turned his head away with a blank face, and being banished again could not have been a pleasant experience for him.

Only Rosa was still smiling.

"I thought you wouldn't be coming to see me off. She said to Tess.

"Oh, I'll miss you, Rosa!" Tess gave her an overly warm hug, "We'll see you in Ston Butch!"

"I have a hunch that we'll meet sooner. Rosa stroked her head. Laughing and getting on the horse.

"Do you want to bet?" said Tess as she watched the mercenaries leave the camp, "Bet on whether they will get rid of the barbarians halfway, or will they obediently walk out of the territory and sneak back to stare at us?"

"I'm betting they'll get rid of the barbarians, but Baie doesn't have much patience. Ed said.

"No, they won't. Norway said. "This camp is almost at the southernmost point of the Benlu tribe's territory. If they try to escape, they can see it from the camp's arrow tower. Rosa would definitely notice this, and Baie may be impatient, but she's not a fool either. They would leave the territory of the running deer and find a higher place to keep an eye on the camp. ”

“...... Did I tell you that you are very, very boring sometimes?" Tess glared at him unhappily, "Life needs surprises! I don't need it to be like an open book, with everything written clearly, circled and full of damn notes!"

Norway laughed, "As long as you're here, I'm sure we'll be out of surprises." ”.

Scott closed his eyes, and all he could hear was the wind.

But light travels farther than sound. Last night, even sitting here, the Ice Dragon's cavern on top of the Giant's Ridge, he could faintly see the huge campfire in the Benlu camp.

The flames had turned blue for a brief time, and Scott knew that meant that Sio had succeeded in summoning the Ancestor, which relieved him and worried about the half-elves who had disappeared again. Maybe he should have believed that they would meet again one day, perhaps in a more surprising situation than the last time...... But he couldn't forget Celebrian's pale, almost transparent face.

And he couldn't help at all, and he didn't even know what was going on.

Footsteps rang out behind him. Isis walked over to him and sat down.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked, awkwardly not looking at Scott

"I thought you weren't going to be human anymore if you didn't have to. Scott said. Hiding his worries with a smile.

"If it doesn't turn out like this, I'm going to squeeze you down when I get here...... Or step on it. Iss said sullenly.

-- This sentence dispelled the clouds more effectively than anything else.

Scott laughed out loud and reached out to rub Is's head vigorously.

Isis did not resist. He looked out of the cave and asked softly, "Are you really not going back?"

"Not going back. Scott said with a smile, gesturing two horns on his head with his hand, "They thought I was a dragon too." I'd better stay away from them......"

Isis glared at him, and after a long time said, "I am a dragon, and you are a rabbit." ”

Scott laughed. Listening to his familiar laughter, Isis whispered, "I'm sorry ......"

He knew that Scott was very respected among the savages, which no one had ever done. He was supposed to be the most distinguished and special guest at that festival. But now, because of him, Scott could only sit here and watch that little bit of fire from afar.

Scott stopped.

"You should be so naughty that even a dog will avoid you when you are seven or eight years old," he said, "and you should be a teenager to contradict my every word." When I was so angry that I chased you with a sword...... I'm not with you. The gods are above, and they probably think that my brother is too easy to do, and it is only fair that you have to get into some trouble for me to clean up. ”

Eth hung his head in embarrassment, recognizing the pieces of paper covered in symbols that Scott had pressed against his lap.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

It was what he and Ed had found in Toom's secret and luxurious velvet tent, which recorded how to capture the souls of barbarians, and how to make soul stones.

"I thought you and Keller Brian had figured it all out. Ise dragged a piece of paper over it, frowning at the familiar handwriting. "But how the hell did Lydia know this......? Ten years?"

"She's always been smart. Scott said.

“...... When did you know she became a necromancer?" Iss asked.

"Celebryan teleports to Crissus the day after Allen, covered in blood and with a broken leg. Scott lowered his head and stared at the female mage's elegant, sleek, only slightly fancy handwriting, "I've been thinking about it ever since. Did we ever have a chance to stop this? Did we ever have a chance to help her...... She had been to Chrisses, after the death of her loved ones. ”

Isis nodded: "I remember. Her loved ones...... How did you die?"

He remembered how pale and fragile Lydia looked dressed in black, and how her long dress spread out in the snow as she left without looking back, burning with anger and despair.

But neither Scott nor Alan ever mentioned what was going on, and he never asked.

She ...... Summoned demons. Scott smiled wryly. "A real demon. ”.

ps：

200 Chapters of Commemorative ...... In fact, it should be Chapter 201...... When I went back, I found that several of the chapter names were duplicated.,The name is incompetent.,Ahhhh

Thank you for not giving up this article of dragging the heroine and playing soy sauce all day long!I also think it's weird to put a female frequency, but it seems even stranger to put the main station......

Because I like Western fantasy,I'm still very happy when I code words.,I hope you are happy to see it.,If you're unhappy, please tell me!Everyone is really happy~

In short, the goal is still to keep not abandoning the pit...... I'll do my best!