The morning sun in the east slowly rose from the sea level, and the two of them finally survived the unbearable cold and darkness and ushered in the second day in the coastal plain.

The tired two finally stopped their pace and could relax a little.

Moria used a spell to light a bonfire, which was not the time for goblins to move, and the two of them gathered around the campfire to bake their wet clothes while hurrying to fill their stomachs.

Ranster tossed the last piece of meat chop to Robb beside him, the man's astonishing appetite had already depleted the food reserves of the two of them.

Ed stopped on Lancet's wrist and shared the bread with his master.

Neither of them spoke, silently dealing with the food in their hands, and occasionally there was a chewing sound or two.

The female mage writhed inconspicuously, pulling the clothes on her chest forward, and the wet clothes stuck to her body, making her uncomfortable to death.

Moria's small movements were seen by Lancet, and he couldn't help but show a wry smile.

"In the Obelisk before, you didn't learn any life spells?" He moved his upper body, and he had long been accustomed to the feeling of the cold shirt sticking to his back.

The female mage gave him a blank look and lowered her hand pulling at her clothes.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Lanster took out a clean set of clothes from the dimensional bag and threw them to the other party.

"Put it on, don't catch a cold." As he spoke, he turned his back, and Robb was pulled into his arms as well.

"Boys, don't look at indecency."

Moria laughed at his words, and then picked up what was clearly a man's shirt, with some hesitation.

"If you don't hurry up, I'm going to turn around." Randster gestured to turn back, and the mage quickly stood up and stood directly across from him.

Listening to the sound of changing clothes behind him, Lancet really felt the urge to go back and feast his eyes.

To put it simply, in the face of such a beautiful woman who accompanies him day and night, no matter who he is, he will have a little idea.

"Want to see it?" Raven asked as he stood on Lance's forearm, with a narrow smile in his little eyes.

"Be honest." Lancet smiled wryly and flicked his finger at its head, and Ed dodged and jumped on his shoulder.

"Wow, it's better to see the scenery here." The raven pretended to shake his little head while telepathically "teasing" his master.

"Shut up, Ed." Ranster glared at it with some embarrassment, but Raven was clearly enjoying it.

"Tut-tut...... I didn't expect it to be like this. ”

Ranster touched his nose speechlessly, feeling uncomfortable.

Robb stared at Lancet with a confused expression on his face, trying to lift his head out of the other's arms to see what was going on, but was pressed hard in place by Lancet.

"Uh...... Leinster, you've got to look at this. Ed's voice was a little dull, "You'd better go back now." ”

"Shut up!" Ranster stretched out his hand to grab the raven on his shoulder with a slightly sullen face, this little guy provoked again and again, and if he didn't care about it, he would probably be in the sky.

Unexpectedly, Ed didn't wait for his hand to reach over, and flew directly into the air with his wings.

Ranster turned his head to look at the ravens flying into the air, and then met the female mage's eyes in the air.

Moria's black cloak was thrown haphazardly on the ground, and she maintained the posture of holding her robe up, and looked at Lancet who turned her head in the same stunned manner, not knowing what was happening for a moment.

The loose white silk shirt hung on the female mage's body, and it couldn't stop the beautiful scenery inside the clothes.

The two-day long legs were exposed to the air, and in the early morning sun, they seemed to be wrapped in a reddish halo.

"Look, Lancet! Look! Ed let out a hoarse cry in the air, making him want to sew the damned raven's beak shut.

"It's a misunderstanding...... he said, pretending to be calm, his eyes unabashedly looking at the other.

The female mage finally came to her senses, and the hand holding the magic robe was directly ablaze, burning the robe in her hand into rags.

"Can you calm down?" Lancet stood up, he didn't want to provoke the woman who was clearly in a state of rage.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and a rider rode from the direction of Moria's back, and had already entered Ranster's sight.

The female mage apparently heard the voice as well, and the spell in her hand disappeared in an instant, and she turned back in a panic with her hands on her chest, a little overwhelmed for a moment.

A black cloak was wrapped around Moria's body, and Lancet immediately stood in front of her, blocking the other man's view and motioning for her to wrap up quickly.

The rider soon came to a short distance from the two men, and then stopped a dozen yards from Ranster to show that he had no ill intentions.

"Sir, can I go over?" The mustachioed halfling rolled over and dismounted, and introduced himself politely, "I'm from the Starfire Adventure Troupe, and I'm asking for your help. ”

He took off the badge from his chest, took two steps forward, and threw it to Lancet on the other side.

Lancet took the badge and found it engraved with marks of stars and flames. looked at the other party's dusty appearance again, and did not express his position directly.

"How can you help?" He threw the badge back to the other party and asked nonchalantly. There was no food left on his side, and if he couldn't get something to eat, the four, including himself, would go to Aden hungry.

"We were ambushed by goblins last night...... Those damn guys! The halfling scolded through gritted teeth, it is conceivable that their losses last night should not be small.

"Our wagon was stuck in the chasm, and the horses pulling it were killed by the fellows in the battle, if you could go over and help us or sell us one...... "The halfling carefully considered his tone, knowing that none of the people who dared to walk alone through this coastal plain were easy to mess with.

At least not something that your own adventure group can afford to mess with.

"I see that you have two horses, if you can bear to cut them......" he said with a grin, and even the polite words he never used were naturally spoken.

As a wanderer of the Starfire Adventure Group, Jeremy's vision is naturally not too bad. The man with elven blood in front of him made him instinctively feel the pressure, and when he looked at the hound beside him with eyes more fierce than a hungry wolf, he couldn't help but regret it a little.

The life of the regiment commander was at stake, and the order of the deputy regiment commander could not be disobeyed.

But if you bring this evil star back to the caravan that you protect on this mission, God knows if it's a good thing or a bad thing.