Loria found a crack in the stone ten centimeters deep, just big enough to clip her body into, so she shoved herself in, sat on the ground against the cave wall, folded her knees, put her head on it, squinted her eyes and tried to sleep.

She wasn't nervous at all.

Isabella sat down with her back to her, looking as if she was protecting her with her own body, and the tall maid took out another metal cup and wiped it.

Except for the confident master and servant, everyone else looked at the entrance of the cave vigilantly, as if a monster more than three meters tall would be drilled into it in the next second, and the priestess looked nervous, and she tried to get closer to Loria, but was chased away by Isabella's contemptuous eyes.

Gordon reminded them to relax, but to no avail, he lay down in his clothes, closed his eyes, and breathed evenly, as if he were asleep, except that his hand was still gripping his shotgun.

Just as Loria was about to fall asleep, she actually saw the maid take a small incense burner out of her pocket, and instead of shouting, she questioned Isabella with her eyes.

Isabella Nunu mouthed, and Loria understood what she meant, so she pretended to move her body, and carefully left the small incense burner that began to emit a faint smoke.

……

A loud roar woke everyone up, and the warriors who made the sound grabbed their weapons indiscriminately, but their fingers were cut, and the others screamed, they were clearly on guard against the possible ogre, but they fell asleep for no apparent reason.

As long as you feel the sore body from the stone and the dizzy head, you can know how long you have been asleep.

"It's the magician and her maid!"

Someone screamed, and he remembered the incense burner in the maid's hand last night, her master, who was about to hide at the entrance of the cave, and the faint aroma...... The rest of the people looked around, and sure enough, the strange pair of master and servant were gone.

Anger welled up in their hearts, but soon they realized that they had not been harmed at all, that nothing had been taken from them.

Gordon grimaced and told everyone to pack their bags. Bento walked out of the cave first, but he quickly jumped back.

Outside the cave, there were large vatures of vultures on the ground, waiting for the nine weapon-wielding men to rush out. Frightened, they flew up and circled low. staring at the corpse on the ground...... The corpses of ogres and larger vultures.

The group that lost the mage found four ogres lying on the ground, their bodies had hardened but not been eaten much, and with the huge size of the dead vultures, it seemed that someone had been guarding the place...... Until then.

Gordon walked into one of the ogres and looked at it, and went out to be pecked open by the vulture, and there were no obvious external injuries on the corpse, and there were not even traces of a battle around...... Except for the deep and small holes in the vital points...... And there was no blood spilled around the wound at all. Apparently killed by ice magic.

Thinking of the ice arrow that Loria had thrown casually, they seemed to understand something, but more doubts came out...... Why did they leave alone, and why did the traces around them look like ogres standing still, allowing magic to kill them accurately?

……

Above the gray-black magical mist, the clouds covered the sky, and it looked like it was going to rain at any time, but in such a bad weather, Loria seemed very happy, the wind in the depths of the canyon finally became lighter, and she was recovering her spirits, and her steps were brisk, as if she was jumping around. Even that cumbersome skirt was replaced with close-fitting shorts.

"Why bother with the lives of those people, it's really troublesome. ”

Isabella complained, not like Loria. Sunshine is the source of her energy, and she will always be depressed for no reason on such a cloudy day.

Loria stopped and shouted at Isabella, "They didn't do anything bad...... Besides, I don't blame you! Do you want to fascinate everyone in order to change my clothes! Where are you a criminal who escaped from me!"

"Please call this the professionalism of a good maid. Isabella replied, "They're going to die sooner or later, anyway, what's the difference between dying in the ogre's belly and dying in the magic tower?"

"Hey, what about the public morality!"

"After all, it's not for you, I know I'm going to go out and take risks and wear a skirt, stinky little ghost. ”

"Don't worry about it!"

"It's a dereliction of duty for the maid to let the master go, I should have killed all those people......"

"Why haven't I heard of a maid still caring about this!

Isabella gave a 'don't be stupid' look and managed to make Loria furious.

……

Alturus leaned back in his chair and yawned, and he looked at the wooden tables that had been carved by the knife and counted them one by one.

Three hundred and forty-seven ...... Three hundred and forty-eight ...... Three hundred and forty-nine ......

It's almost there. Sixteen more days to get out of this damn place.

He looked at the gray sky, the bleak ruins beneath it. Collapsed buildings and rubble all over the floor, hoping that the unlucky guy who would take over will soon save his nerves. I was worried about the unlucky guy in case he suddenly delayed his trip because of diarrhea and cold.

When he first came here a year ago, he could still appreciate the desolate beauty of this ruin, and now he just wants to escape far away and never return here for the rest of his life.

There was a huge purple magic array that spread to the hut behind him, circulating with a tiny halo that could not be detected, this magic array seemed to provide a wonderful protection, isolating the outside world, Oturus forgot how long ago he had moved the tables and chairs in the hut, he hated it, but he couldn't stand the pitch black hut.

In the midst of a desolate ruins, he sat day after day behind a wooden table with a teacup in his hand.

I heard that his previous correspondent was still able to chat with adventurers often, but after countless people died in the magic tower behind him, adventurers were almost extinct.

To this day, Oturus still held his old teacup, which was empty, but he held it in a daze, staring at a rotten beam.

The voices of two women reached his ears, a young woman and a little girl, the former casual and sarcastic, the latter squeamish, but the owner was visibly angry.

Babble.

Oturus, the gatekeeper of the Madison Magic Tower, stared blankly at the bottom of the empty cup, dismissing the sounds as his own delusion.

"Uncle!"

It wasn't until the teacup in his hand was snatched away that he looked up blankly at the person in front of him.

What?,I actually saw the fantasy of a cute girl...... Oturus thought that he might have gone completely insane. (To be continued)

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