"No, I can't get in touch. Coming out of the quiet room dedicated to mages, Cheese returned to the command room. After completing his reasoning, he tried to contact the Cursed Raven in the Molten Iron City, hoping to tell them what he had deduced. However, even if Cheese had been guessed all night, he would not have guessed that his fellow disciple was now engaged in a fierce battle with the Iron Puppet of the Grand Duke of Hammer, and how could he have a chance to receive a message from him.

At this time, the situation in the command room was much better than just now, when there were only three mages and them. Dr. Hill, who had returned with Cheese, had completed a simple treatment of her neck, with a layer of wood and bandages tied around her shoulders, and it was foreseeable that the female doctor would only be able to see things from one perspective for the next few days.

In addition, Lightning, who had completed the daytime battlefield repair mission, also returned with his fellow dwarves. Now these little ones occupy almost most of the space in the command room, and are recovering their exerted strength by eating. The corners of the mage's mouth twitched as lightning swallowed a piece of cheese about the size of its head into its mouth.

Now that the elves have completed their mission, the batmen who were sent out to carry and protect them are naturally scattered to join in other operations, and the leader of the batmen hangs upside down on the beam with his eyes closed, he doesn't need vision, hearing alone is enough to construct a complete image in his mind.

"Haven't Edward's men come back yet?" said a few people in a brief greeting, and Cheese walked over to Roland's chair. The old man didn't answer immediately with his eyes half-closed, and Roland looked really tired. It seemed to notice his tiredness, and even the usual noisy lightning did not disturb his rest.

"They want to make sure that the soldiers on the walls can hold up until the moment of sunrise. Wait until the sun rises before Edward returns with his men. Emia stepped out of a door, the witch pushing a small cart with a delicate teapot and several teacups of the same material on it, "I put some soothing herbs in it, although it cannot be taken for a long time, but it can still replace sleep for short-term use." ”

Roland opened his eyes when he smelled the medicinal tea, he nodded to Aemia, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it carefully. Cheese didn't stop the magician, because he had already analyzed the composition of the tea when he smelled it. So he poured himself a glass and put it to his lips and blew it carefully.

"Cough" After the old man drank a sip of tea, he was choked by the bitter taste of the tea that did not match the aroma, but as this small sip of tea flowed into his throat, Roland could clearly feel a heat gradually spreading along the stomach pouch and spreading all over the body, making the old man's spirit shocked, as if he had slept for a while.

"This is a recipe for medicinal tea that my mother invented, and when she stays up late at work, she often asks me and Kolanti to cook it for her. For the average person, this tea can be an effective substitute for sleep, but as I just said, it's best not to drink too many portions in a row, it's too stimulating for your body. The witch said.

"The amount of lion's tail grass can be a little less, and the appropriate addition of Ningshen grass to neutralize the ingredients of other herbs can effectively reduce the side effects on the body. By the way, I recommend adding some more honey, this stuff is just too bitter. Cheese said after taking another sip of medicinal tea. The mage's words discouraged the elves who had been attracted by the scent from trying a glass, these little ones didn't like bitterness.

"Okay. Actually, Kelanti and I didn't like it except for my mother, and it was only when I saw that Mr. Roland was so tired that I thought of this medicinal tea. Emia nodded, taking down Cheese's opinion. She and her daughter were not as skilled in herbs as an older witch, a technique that required a lot of knowledge and experimentation.

In this regard, in fact, the mage is the same, cheese's herbalism grades have not been excellent, but given that he is often forced by An Lina to mix some ointments or potions of unknown meaning, the mage still has some insight in simple herbal applications.

"By the way, you mentioned that the main target of the plague spreaders is Molten Iron City, are you going to leave right away?" said the witch as she added tea to Roland. This seemingly unintentional statement was clearly a temptation, and Emia was terrified that Cheese would leave the royal capital behind and plunge headlong into the Hammer Collar if he got a new clue.

"No, there happens to be one of my fellow disciples over there. Second, I can't let these nezumi go on like this. This answer was the result of the mage's deliberations, and he could not convince himself to let go of the besieged city. After all, regardless of the true purpose of the plague-mongers, the rat-man plague in front of him was indeed a catastrophe that could sweep through the entire world, and as one of the first to set out to fight the plague, Cheese's sense of responsibility forced him to complete his mission.

"Three, I haven't gouged out that damn woman's eyes yet. As soon as the mage finished speaking, a deep voice came from the door of the command room, and Jack, still in his werewolf form, walked back to the room, his fur covered in bodily fluids of unknown nature. Judging from Wolfwalker's statement, he has a deep grudge against Qili who once played with him.

Jack's words made the corners of both Roland and Cheese's mouths show a wry smile, holding grudges, which can be said to be the inherent label of wolfwalkers. Just like the wolf witches of the Iron Keep who are still unwilling to let Jack go after many years, the hatred of the werewolves will continue until the end of their lives, and even pass on to the next generation. A closer sense of community has brought them a more retributive character.

"Done?" asked Cheese as he leaned back into his air chair and turned to his companion who had just returned.

"Of course, who do you think I am? But then again, what did those water ghosts grow up eating, and why did even flesh and blood stink so much? Jack said as he raised his arm under his nose and sniffed, then quickly made a look of disgust.

"Well, strictly speaking, those guys are floating corpses that have been soaked in the water for an unknown amount of time. You know, ghouls wouldn't want to eat it. The mage shrugged his shoulders and said to the werewolf.

"Okay, okay. I knew that the job you gave me was just that. Jack rolled his eyes, and since the Edwards were going behind enemy lines to draw the energy of the nezumi, the task of cleaning up the water ghosts fell to him. This task is not difficult for the wolfwalkers, but the stench on his body is too much for Jack himself to bear.

"Excuse me, Lady Aemia, can I borrow your bathroom, or any other place where I can clean up my stuff? I don't even dare to remove the wolf form now, it would drive me crazy if it were to stick directly to my skin. ”

The witch nodded, and she raised her hand slightly, and a small thing that looked like a ladybug flew up from her hand with a pale green light, and quickly circled the werewolf twice.

"Just follow it. The water in the bathroom is automatically renewed, so you don't have to care. ”

Jack nodded and left the room.