When Atta saw the gray-robed mage who looked like he had lost his soul, she began to wonder about the relationship between the man in front of her and the man she had argued with in the trial a few days ago. This is not to blame her, not to mention the female swordsman, and Klanty have never seen the appearance of cheese, in their impression that the mage is always the most calm and composed person, it is really difficult to equate it with this unkempt and muddy guy with his robe full of mud at this time. Yes, the mage who walked to the molten iron on foot had grown a large beard on his face, and even his eyes, which should have been full of wisdom, were unusually dim, and now Cheese was more like a farmer who had lost his homeland or a slave who had fled from the slave owner's estate without knowing where he was going.

The Grand Duke offered to let the mage rest for a while before going on the road, at least to change into clean clothes. But Cheese has no intention of stopping, he is like a paranoid wanderer, showing unshakable obsession with silence and action. So, in the midst of many worried eyes, the carriage carrying the cheese hit the road.

"Da, da, da" The sound of steadfast horses' hooves echoed through the carriage, and the gray-robed mage huggled in the corner of the carriage with his knees in his arms, with the Breath of Dawn tied together with a leather rope and his wrists. The Grand Duke was naturally not happy that his most outstanding work was treated like this, but considering the current state of the mage, the dwarf could not say anything more.

A damp piece of cloth rubbing against the back of the hand. Cheese subconsciously looked up and saw Atta carefully wiping the dirt from his hands. He wanted to drive the other person away, but before he acted, he remembered her situation. He was the only hope she had left to find her family. A long sigh blew out of his beard.

"I'll do it myself. He said, after Atta hesitated for a few seconds to get the piece of cloth. Soon, there was no visible dirt on his bare skin. As for hair and more thorough cleaning, you have to wait until it touches a water source. The mage threw the soiled cloth on the baffle behind the carport, and from here he asked "Where have we been?"

The female swordsman tried to answer the mage's question, trying to connect the map in her head to her current location, but it was honestly too difficult. You must know that a large part of the territory northwest of the Hammer Territory, marked by the Molten Iron City, is grassland, and these territories are inaccessible, and only a few key locations are set up with outposts and beacons, and trying to find a clear reference in this environment and deduce their own location is not something that travelers passing through this land can do.

Fortunately, there were not only two travelers in the carriage. "We're now in the middle of the Forge Trail and should be able to reach the border post at night. By this time tomorrow, we will be in the territory of the steppe people. The voice came from the front of the carriage. Strange as I am, the carriage did not stop when Atta was wiping the cheese's hands, naturally because there was a coachman driving the carriage forward in addition to the two of them. However, the driver's voice and tone of voice made Cheese feel unusually familiar.

The water flows, flowing through the meadows, and this grassland is fertile enough to graze a large number of cattle and sheep. Unfortunately, a considerable part of this abundance is due to wars between human beings. No one would graze their cattle in this unprotected area, and nomads could bypass the outpost at any time to sneak up on their livestock and their owners. Similarly, the nomads' own livestock would not graze here, as the soldiers at the outpost would light wolf smoke and summon the army of Hammer to drive the cattle and sheep into the dwarven pens.

The water, running over the skin, took away the dirt and a little frustration. The slightly cool water of the stream made people who had been depressed for many days feel a little invigorated. He buried his face in the water he held in his hands, washing as much as he could. Cheese let go of the handful of water with a slight feeling of suffocation, and let out a low growl. A knife was handed to him at the right time.

"Trim your beard and hair, you look like a savage now. Cheese turned to the knife and was about to remove it from the roots of the beard, but the man who handed the knife hurriedly stopped him, "Leave some beards, we are about to step into the territory of the steppe people, do you know what kind of people do not have beards in their eyes?"

Only eunuchs don't grow beards, and although the mage doesn't know much about nomads, he still knows this. So he changed the position of the knife, and after finishing the beard near his chin, he said, "Will you send us to the border and go back?"

"Nope. The man with the stalk of grass in his mouth replied without hesitation, patting the tomahawk pinned to his waist, "I'll go with you." ”

"Nope. Cheese replied with the same speed, and he looked up at the golden-bearded Lothar, "You send us to the border and go back." Helen is waiting for you. ”

The Earl shook his head, "Helen has someone to take care of. Besides, I went with you for her sake. ”

"There is no magic in this world that can bring the dead back to life, and although I am not my teacher, I am sure of that. The mage said quickly, as if he was afraid of something.

But apparently Cheese's concern was unnecessary, and Lothar had a smile on her face as she heard his words, "What are you talking about? Of course, life and death can't be reversed, otherwise what would the world become?" he said, stretching out two fingers and shaking them, "First of all, I won't go with you to the city of ten thousand laws, our time together is limited to crossing the grassland, and then we won't be on the same road." Secondly, I am not here for you, I am here to find Helen. ”

Now it was Cheese's turn to understand, he could understand that Lothar didn't come with him to find a way to resurrect the networm, and of course, he wouldn't fully believe that Lothar really didn't have any idea about resurrecting his wife until there was a better reason. But the main problem in the earl's words was, "But Helen should be there now." At the same time, he pointed in the direction of the Molten Iron City.

"Ah, you're confused, aren't you? My daughter, it's in that direction right now, she's fine, waiting for you to come back and train her. The Helen I'm looking for is my wife. Lothar carefully pulled out an amulet from her bosom, a spider-shaped amulet, a networm's amulet, "I have inquired about the whereabouts of the spider tamers, and this time I am going to look for them." I am obligated to inform them of her experience. And, I wish I could know more about her. Lest my daughter ask me to talk to her about her mother in the future, I can only say a few words upside down. ”

Lothar's words made Cheese's eyes droop. Now he can feel the gap between himself and the other party. The mage's beard-building hand quickened, and his eyes regained a little. When someone is trying to live and carry the past to the future, they can't indulge in self-pity, right?

After the mage had washed his body and put on the clean clothes he had prepared, he casually put on the gray robe. The dirt that could not be washed off the gray robe flew out of the robe with this gentle shake, "Do you know how to cross the grassland?"

The Count smiled, and he was pleased to see that Cheese had regained his vitality, "Of course I don't know, no one has ever been there. However, the Grand Duke must have arranged it for us. ”