"How do you ......," he asked, then realized that "the thief" was not the old man in front of him.

The old man raised his hand, pointed the tip of his claw with dirt on his waist bag, and sneered unceremoniously: "He even left a mark...... And you didn't notice anything?"

Ed searched for a while before he found the small mark, a little white mark hidden between the dark gold patterns, like a little gray, but on closer inspection, it was a very small handprint, as if it was afraid that it would be difficult to find, and at some angles, it even shone slightly.

"'Nia Meyer's Little Hands'. The old man sighed, as if he was still a little nostalgic, "I haven't seen this for a long time." ”

Ed froze there, completely unaware of how it all happened. First, his pocketbag was not so easy to open, and secondly, he was close enough to reach him, two sentences at most, and though he wasn't wary of it, he was crouching! Even if Nia was as short as a child, he would have to bend down to get his pocket, and he didn't bend down at all......

He held his head and pushed his hair back with all his might—how the hell did that?! Did he really have a third hand that no one could see?!

Surprise completely outweighed anger. Instead of being angry at Ynia for stealing his dice, the dice were "given to you" by their creators, and he wouldn't really lose them...... Konya lied to him, just for the dice? He didn't believe he couldn't think of a better way! Jumped at him and gave him a warm hug, would he refuse?!...... Or is there something else he wants?......

His mind was full of noise, and all kinds of thoughts rushed around, like a bunch of dead children scuffling each other, and no one could have the upper hand. He knew he should quiet them, and he felt a little aggrieved and sad in the noise.

Steal and steal, he really doesn't know why Nia used this way to deceive him!

“...... Do you stay there crying and making a bitter face, expecting your stolen things to fly back and hit you on the head by praying?" the old man said impatiently, "his hand spread. ”

Ed spread out his hands in a daze, allowing him to place a handful of black dirt in his palm, and looked down at the ground—the old man had dug a hole nearly an arm's length deep in just a few moments.

"See. The old man said.

Ed stared at the pile of dirt, black and a little dry, but it still looked quite fertile, mixed with fine white dots, like insect eggs.

He stretched out his hand and twisted it, and the "worm egg" looked hard, but it shattered when he pinched it, and it looked like a broken stone that had been corroded and weathered.

He fiddled with the pile of dirt a little absentmindedly, until a large white shard was revealed, with a slightly curved arc, without a hint of lustre, but with a peculiar grayish glow of bone.

“...... bones?" he said.

The old man nodded, and the disgust on his face softened a little: "Although the brain is not very useful, fortunately, the eyes are not blind." Look at this again. ”

Ed obediently peered into the pit he had dug. The bright moonlight shone brightly, and the white of the pit was particularly conspicuous.

The old man took off his gloves, stretched out his arm and touched the bottom of the pit, and then used a slender dagger to carefully cut through the dirt around a white spot, revealing a more complete skeleton.

"It's hard to get it out. The old man said, "Because with a little force it will be broken into powder." But this thing has a lot of ...... Very big. ”

“...... Joist. ”

In his meaningful gaze, Ed muttered.

Many dragons had fallen on the plains outside Alamit, Iss had told him. It wouldn't seem surprising if there were still some dragon bones left here.

However, what the old man then told him made him realize that it was actually very strange.

"This stuff is everywhere. The old man waved his arm and gestured, "It's buried deep." ”

He didn't have a hobby of digging holes everywhere, originally he just wanted to set a small trap to catch some prey. The surrounding forest was a little better, the plains seemed to be abundant, but the animals were pitiful, and he always had to feed his stomach.

At first he didn't pay attention to the white shards in the dirt, even if he recognized them as bones, until he could dig the same thing at a similar depth wherever he dug a hole.

It's not surprising that there are animal carcasses buried in the soil, but if this vast plain is covered with a layer of bones, it's a little creepy.

"There was a big war here. Ed whispered, "There are many dragons dead here......

“...... And after that great battle, everyone left those dragons to pile up here?" the old man scoffed, "and not to mention whether the dragons will collect the corpses of their companions, as far as I know, every part of the dragon's body, even a drop of blood, is used to make magic items, or good things for casting spells. Even if there were a lot of dragons at that time, there weren't enough to waste like this, right?"

Ed shook his head silently. That sounds uncomfortable...... But let's be honest.

After the Battle of Alamí, the city also existed for hundreds of years before it fell completely. Even if the surviving dragons were unable to care about the corpses left behind, the dwarves and elves who participated in the war at that time would not let go of such "trophies", let alone let those corpses lie in the wild grass. And...... Moreover, the corpse of the dragon is extremely difficult to decay, and the bones are extremely hard, how can it become such a shattered appearance now?

He touched the small fragment in his palm, but he couldn't feel the residual power in it. That may have dissipated in too long, but it is more likely...... It is extracted.

"That's good news, isn't it?" said the old man.

Ed nodded.

"But you really have to leave. He said, "You've been discovered." ”

Maybe he was thinking too much, but Nia's phrase "like throwing a rabbit at the feet of a soft-hearted hunter" is actually a bit strange - no one can really think of Nya Meyer as a rabbit who is powerless to resist, even if it is his "master" with chains.

Now that I think about it, it was more of a warning.

"Am I only now being discovered?" the old man sneered, and plunged his dagger into the earth, "They take a half-dead fellow and walk me to play!

His sudden outburst of anger was tinged with frustration and exhaustion. He actually knew that he was powerless in the face of an enemy who was too strong.

"But you still found this, didn't you?" Ed reassured him, "it's really...... Very useful. ”

The old man stared at him with heavy eyes, as if he didn't believe much. But under Ed's calm, pleading gaze, he slowly lowered his eyes and slowly wiped his dagger across the dead grass.

"Okay. Finally he said, "...... Is there a dragoon?"