As the night deepened, as the temperature dropped, the dead air gradually rose, shrouding the desert in a layer of mist, and the originally bright full moon became hazy.

The bonfire dispersed the gathered dead air, and the mercenaries gathered around to eat and whispered about which tavern had come and how many dancing girls had arrived.

Sir Charles was still so taciturn, he carefully removed the film from his camera and kept it in a closed tin box. Then spread out the map, pick up notes, and do a more detailed analysis of the areas explored during the day. Finding an ancient relic is a result that can attract the world's attention, but the process is boring day after day.

To be a good explorer, you must have enough patience and you must also have enough ability to work under pressure...... Because the effort does not necessarily pay off, in fact, most of the expeditions to the ancient ruins end in failure.

Jessica walked around the camp.

The conversation with Stilwell during the day made her a little more vigilant. While she didn't think Stilwell would have breached the contract with herself and Sir Charles without evidence, as an assistant to a successful explorer, she knew what to ...... Being careful is definitely not superfluous.

And there seems to be a bit of a lot of undead wandering outside the camp. This is the first time Jessica has used the secret medicine in the wild, even if the effect of the secret medicine on the undead has not failed once in the experiment, but the field is different from the laboratory environment, and she does not know whether there is a limit to the effect of the secret medicine on the undead.

And Stilwell. As usual when he set up camp, he directed the mercenaries to set up the camp, as if the conversation during the day was just an ordinary conversation, but Jessica always felt that there was a dead air around Stilwell......

Probably because he was contaminated with a little dead air from the outside when he was on patrol just now, as long as he roasted it by the fire and sprayed it with a little holy water, it would be no problem.

Seeing that Stilwell didn't mean to provoke her, Jessica fetched some food and went to Sir Charles's side, where she applied a water mask to her skin with water magic to heal the damage caused by the day's sun exposure. At the same time, he told Sir about Stilwell's search for himself during the day, and then asked, "Anyone would suspect entering the Desert of Death without being attacked by the undead...... As he continued, Stilwell's suspicions only grew.

Jazz, what should I do?

Shouldn't we let in a few undead tomorrow? ”

Sir Charles closed his notes and said to Jessica, "Our elixir keeps the undead from approaching us. But without the use of secret elixirs, we have no way to choose what undead to approach.

As a good explorer, the first thing to do is to protect yourself, and don't let the risks you can avoid.

Rest assured!

I didn't just choose to hire Stilwell and his mercenary group. Stilwell is a very trustworthy person...... He's not going to arrest us as necromancers based on mere guesswork, and he can't afford to pay for an error in judgment.

I'll have a good talk with Stilwell after this expedition...... We're going to go into the Desert of Death many more times, and he's not going to mess up this big business.

Jessica, I warn you...... Under no circumstances should you tell the recipe for the secret elixir, your blood will not satisfy some people's greed. If someone asks for it by force, give him these secret elixirs and say that we found them in some ancient ruin. ”

"I see, ...... sir" As a 20-year-old magister, Jessica certainly knows what the value of the secret elixir refined by blood is, especially for those necromancers who can't see the light. Thinking of the undead she had just seen on her rounds, Jessica said to Sir Charles: "There are more undead around the camp tonight than in previous days, and I have seen some large undead and floating ghosts...... Will the secret medicine fail......"

Sir Charles looked at Jessica with admiration in his eyes: "Jessica...... The secret medicine refined by your blood does not have the effect of expelling the undead...... It's a deterrent!

These two effects look the same, but they are fundamentally different. ”

Jessica pouted, "Sir...... You just believe I'm a descendant of some great ancient hero? If it's just that my constitution is a little special, and there happens to be something in my blood that can interfere with the undead?

You also say that the effect of expulsion and deterrence looks the same, are you sure...... Are the undead too intimidated to approach? ”

Sir Charles nodded and said, "I'm sure...... Pretty sure! I will surely uncover the secrets of your bloodline. ”

"Okay...... You're the boss, listen to your ......" Jessica is used to Charles's answers, although she doesn't think she can have anything to do with a superhero in the ancient magic era, but this is Charles's persistence, as a "daughter" raised by Charles, Jessica also likes the adventure life now.

As usual, Jessica no longer argued with Sir Charles on the subject, and she helped Sir put away the map and prepare to lay out the tablecloth and eat something together.

But this time...... The mercenaries exclaimed: "Commander...... The regimental commander has been attacked by the undead! ”

How is this possible......

Jessica immediately stood up, and saw that the mercenaries were surrounding Stilwell's position, and she said to Sir Charles, who was already standing, "Could it be that the secret medicine has failed, and an undead spirit has come out of the middle of the camp?" ”

Sir Charles calmly looked in the direction around the mercenaries and said, "No...... If the undead come out of the camp, the battle has already begun.

The effect of the secret medicine is still effective.

Let's go over and have a look...... Be careful, I think things are weird. ”

Thinking of the conversation he had heard during the day, Sir Charles felt that things did not end as he had imagined. He picked up his cane and walked towards the location where Stilwell had an accident, alerting Jessica. Jessica unlocked the holster, took her wand in her hand, and walked after Jazz.

Stilwell is the leader of this mercenary group, and it is his persistence and leadership skills that allow each member to have a good income. The mercenaries held him in high esteem...... Looking at Stilwell lying on the ground motionless, everyone felt as if they had lost their souls.

Stilwell was dead by this time, his skin was shriveled, his eye sockets were deep, his pupils turned white, his eyes staring at the night sky desolately, and his body smelled of rancidity.

The originally strong body turned into a dried corpse, and his clothes were lying on his body......

This is a characteristic that can only be found in the magic of the dead, and a chill rises behind all the mercenaries while grieving...... Encountering a necromancer in the Desert of Death is almost a certain death.

A mercenary hugged Stilwell's headache and cried, muttering in his mouth, "The head of the regiment was still talking to me just now, talking about why we haven't encountered the undead for so many days...... Outcome......

And he fell......"