"I see!"

After listening to the sorceress's explanation, Weized became very interested in the gods on the Vorsted continent.

"Lord Wizede, Issa is honored to serve you!"

Looking at the awe-struck sorceress, Wei knew that his prestige had been firmly established in this encounter.

"Inheritor of the Secret Sword, Overseer Rust salutes you!"

At this moment, the captain who had cleared the battlefield led the remaining shield-wielding guards to Weised's side.

"Lord Wizeld, we've found a lot of loot in the kobolds' lair...... Please take a look! ”

At this time, Captain Rust had completely put away his previous arrogant attitude, and asked Wei Zede for advice in a asking tone.

"Good! Then let's go and see ...... together."

Weizel smiled, he didn't become overbearing because of the compliment.

Under the guidance of Overseer Rust, the captain of the Berry family's guard, Weizel and the others arrived at the hidden place inside the kobold's lair.

Through the flickering light of the fire, more than a dozen kobold collectibles mixed with coins, gems, and weapons and equipment appeared in everyone's sight.

"Haha, am I right? These kobold true believers are sure to have plenty of offerings to their gods...... Got rich!! ”

The dwarven warrior Torik laughed loudly, and the large beard on his chin also moved, fully showing that he was in a good mood.

Despite his appetite for money, Weized's attention was not on these things, because he felt an indescribable attraction from the pile of kobold collectibles.

"It feels...... Seems a little familiar! ”

Just as Weised was experiencing the strange sensation that had appeared inexplicably, Rust coughed lightly.

"Ahem! What are you going to do with the loot, Lord Wizede? ”

"Huh?"

Wei Zede, who was interrupted from his perception, waved his hand and said, "Except for this pile of items, you distribute everything else by yourself!" ”

"Thank you for your generosity!"

After getting Wei Zede's approval, this group of people began to loot the "treasure" on a large scale.

"What would be the thing that attracts me?"

When Wei Zede stood in front of the pile of 'kobold collectibles', the "call" he felt became more and more intense, and this situation also made the curiosity in his heart more and more vigorous.

“…… It's not this ......."

"It's not this ...... either"

“……”

Weizel muttered as he rummaged through his 'loot'.

Agate, jasper, jadeite...... Silverware, ivory sculptures, gold bracelets......

Placing the inventory and sorting out the treasure in his backpack, Weizel continued to search for the unknown object that was still 'calling' to him.

Suddenly, when Wei Zede's left hand touched a piece of metal covered with rust, the hairs on his body instantly trembled!

"That's it!"

Wei Zede used his hands to remove and wipe some of the dirt on the metal sheet, and a line of 'symbols' of unknown meaning appeared in his field of vision.

“§…¤￠… ☉…… What is this word? It's the same as the ghost drawing! ”

Wei Zede flipped it over, turned it over, and looked at it several times, but he couldn't come up with any useful information.

"Look!"

At this moment, one of the shield-wielding guards shouted loudly, "This...... This seems to be Master Ruhl's clothes!! ”

Hearing this, Captain Rust walked over quickly, and he took the tattered clothes in the shield-bearer's hand.

"That's right! This is indeed Master Ruhl's clothes......"

After carefully observing for a while, Captain Rust said with a gloomy face: "There is still the mark of the Berry family here, it can't be wrong!" ”

"Boss, has Master Ruhr been killed?"

One of the shield-wielding guards cautiously asked, "Are we going to continue the search?" Or return to the manor to inform the owner of the news? ”

“…… Keep searching! ”

Rust hesitated for a long time, but he made the decision to continue the mission.

"A piece of clothing alone doesn't mean anything!"

Rust had a rare explanation for his decision, and it was supposed to be for Weizelde's sake.

"You have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death!"

The captain continued, "The honor of the family will protect the safety of each and every one of us! Just hope everything goes well......"

"Lord Wizede, could you please listen to your advice?"

When Rust had arranged everything, he remembered the silent Weizelde.

"I'm fine! Your arrangements have been well thought out......"

Wei Zede said indifferently: "The team has always been commanded by you, and the same will be true in the future!" ”

"Thank you for your trust!"

Rust leaned down slightly and saluted Weized, and then he gave the next command to the adventuring party.

"The smell of blood here is too strong, and we need to get out of here as soon as possible to avoid some unnecessary trouble!"

"Let's go!"

Under the command of Captain Rast, the adventuring party made their way to the entrance to the next level of the Leyline Labyrinth.

Following the shield-wielding guard, Weized collected the "Unknown Metal Piece" he had just found into his storage space.

"Humph! Those guys from the Bauhinia Mercenary Regiment speak better than anyone else...... But when it comes to danger, these guys run faster than anyone else! ”

The dwarven warrior Torik grumbled loudly, "I can see the ugly faces of these guys......"

"Don't worry! When we return to the manor, the Berry family will let the Bauhinia mercenary group get the punishment they deserve! ”

As if thinking of a few of his men who had just died, Overseer Rust's voice exuded an icy chill.

……

After being attacked by kobolds, the party continues to search for all there is to know about Ruhr, the first heir to the Berry family.

Two hours later, under the command of Captain Rust, the group set up a simple campsite in a gentle underground passage.

"Oops, I can finally rest for a while!"

After placing the battle axe and shield in his hand within reach, the dwarven warrior Torik sat down next to the newly lit campfire and drank from himself.

"Lord Wizede, do you need clean water?"

Issa, the sorceress, held a water bladder in both hands and handed it to Wesed, who was in a state of thought.