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. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

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.

Just by feeling the soreness of the stone and the dizziness of your head, you can tell you 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.

With a gloomy face, Gordon told everyone to pack their bags and walk out of the cave first, but he quickly jumped back.

There were large vatures of vultures on the ground outside the cave, and when the nine men wielding their weapons rushed out, they flew up in terror and circled low in the air, staring at the corpses 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...... There was no blood splattering from 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? Why do 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 bad weather, Loria looked very happy, the wind in the depths of the canyon finally became lighter, and she was recovering her spirits, her steps were brisk, and she looked like she was jumping around, and even the cumbersome skirt was replaced by close-fitting shorts.

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

Isabella complained, unlike Loria, where sunlight was the source of her energy, and she would always be depressed for no reason on a cloudy day.

Loria stopped and shouted at Isabella, "They didn't do anything bad...... Besides, it's not your fault! Do you have to suck everyone in order for me to change clothes? Where are you a criminal? ”

"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 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 and beautiful 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 maids still caring about this! You're going to kill the damn wind! ”

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 hellish place.

He looked at the gray sky, the desolate ruins, the collapsed buildings and the rubble all over the ground, hoping that the unlucky guy who would take him in time would come to save his nerves, and worried that the unlucky guy would suddenly delay his trip due to 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.

At his feet there was a huge purple magic circle that spread to the hut behind him, with a tiny halo of light that could not be detected, and this magic circle seemed to provide a wonderful protection, cutting off everything from the outside world, and Oturus remembered how long ago he had moved the tables and chairs out of the hut, he hated it, but he couldn't stand the darkness of the 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.

"Call you! 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.) )