"Crackling" firewood made a sound from time to time under the burning of the flames. This was the first night Cheese and the others spent in the wilderness after leaving the royal capital, the cold wind, the starry sky, but the wolf howl that echoed far away in the northern country was missing. "There's not a single wolf around here, no, not just a wolf. Something swept away all the creatures bigger than a fist out of the land. Returning with a large bundle of firewood, Jack casually threw a dead branch into the campfire and complained, he had wanted to use his newly awakened wolf witch ability to ask the wolf about his surroundings. "You don't have to think about it to know it's the rats, and we're glad they don't like to eat trees. Marcus said as he shifted his position on the log that was temporarily used as a bench, trying to make his ass sit comfortably on the rough bark.

"Actually, the digestive organs of the rat people are enough to eat plants. It's just that most of the proto-nezumi are carried away by bloodlust and are blind to other edible things. Cheese used a knife to cut some kind of rhizome, and the mage, who had already experienced the life of travel, became more and more skilled at this kind of hands-on labor. Besides, in order to have a hot meal early, he didn't mind putting down his caster's position to do some chores. "Then we should be even more happy, if those rats learn to eat grass, we will have to nibble on the cold dry food all the way to Castle Peak. The young king's hand shrugged his shoulders and waved the bread made of winter wheat flour in his hand, his face full of displeasure. He hated the taste of winter wheat, the bitter taste that reminded Marcus of the hardships of his childhood family.

"Perhaps if our honorable Lord Tellerreal is willing to get his hands dirty and help with something, we can start cooking now. "Lothar's strange voice came from not far away, the Count of Montenegro was preparing the forage for the horses tonight, and for the sake of safety, they could not let these docile animals eat the weeds freely. "Oh, yes, but I think it's the most reasonable way to do it all, like I'm going to have to think about how to convince the Brainless Lord of Castle Peak right now, and you're better suited to continue feeding the animals. As soon as Marcus said this, Cheese and the others rolled their eyes together, and then moved away from the campfire. As the days have come to this, this often means the beginning of a new quarrel between the two counts, and they are so keen on this kind of confrontation that only children can engage in it, that the others are now not even interested in stopping it.

"They're starting again?" asked Kelanti, covering her ears and running past the two of them to sit down next to Cheese. The mage tried to speak, but he snapped his fingers helplessly, considering the other two's growing voices, and Lothar and Marcus were surprised to find that they couldn't speak!"Whatever you've done, praise you." Wolfwalker nodded at Cheese and began to set up wood for pots around the campfire.

The mage tilted his head, he didn't want to use magic in this kind of thing, but he was more afraid that the two of them would accidentally cut his finger when they argued. "How's the tent?" the witch thought for a moment, "it's done, but I don't quite understand why Elsa didn't let me reinforce it with vines." The tents looked like they were going to collapse in a gust of wind, and they couldn't fit their bodies in. Cheese blinked, for he had seen the red-haired proprietress walking menacingly. Colante's overly closed upbringing makes her seem to lack common sense in many details, and the witch's natural ability to cast spells makes her tend not to use the "inefficient" tools of ordinary people when she encounters problems that cannot be solved. And this kind of random spell casting without caring about the cost is something that even a mage like Cheese can hardly imagine.

In short, the group's dinner passed in a bustle. Compared to the team that set off from the bottom of Dragon's Back Mountain at the beginning, Cheese could clearly feel that this trip was lively. The mage savored the taste of the wild vegetable soup in his mouth, sat on the wood, looked up at the starry sky, and smiled. It's no wonder that so many spellcasters are willing to carve out a little time in their research careers to take part in a few adventures, and it feels really good. Time passes. First of all, the witch with the most physical exertion, Colandy was the first to be tired of seeing everything at a time, and she began to doze off on Elsa's shoulder after eating. The proprietress had to carry the young lady carefully into the carriage. Although this decision was strongly opposed by the ladies, Jack and the others insisted that they sleep in relatively comfortable carriages. Lothar and Marcus aside, Alexander, who turned Wolfwalkers, had a good reason for Mona and Elsa to give up the vigil as well, and his one-man vigil was far more efficient than the shift system. As for the net worm, the female mercenary is happy to be idle, and since the men want to behave, she naturally won't do anything superfluous.

As a result, when the ladies leave, only Cheese, Lothar, Jack, and Marcus are left around the campfire. "You fat man has good physical strength, I thought you would go to bed early. "The Count of Montenegro does not miss any opportunity to be sarcastic. "Heh, I'm not as strong as you brute. In fact, I do want to go to bed, and it's not a shame to rest to work better. However, I guess I won't be able to sleep until I have explained some things, right? Mr. Cheese. Marcus's fat face was heavily shadowed by the firelight, and although his tone was serious, the scene was still comical.

The mage nodded, and he gestured to Jack, and the wolfwalker got up and left to guard the darkness around him. Seeing this, Lothar also stretched and stood up, "Ah, it's better to go to exercise after dinner, I'll help Jack keep guard, you guys talk first." With that, he ignored Marcus's surprised eyes and left.

"I thought he was going to be the one who listened the hardest. The Hand of the King glanced at Lothar's previous position and said in a complicated manner. "If the Count of Montenegro really hates you, he will express it with the axe in his hand, and not with the childish ones, oh my God, how do you call this situation? Cheese rubbed his eyebrows and said.

"Believe me, before Lothar indulged in leading troops to war, His Majesty did not mediate for us. Marcus laughed, picked up a twig and poked the bonfire, splashing a rising spark. "Then he is indeed the most grumpy monarch I have ever met. The mage tilted his head. "Listen to you, you've seen quite a few kings?" said Cheese for a moment, as if he was silently counting something, "quite a few. But most of them are idiots who don't deserve to be remembered, and you're a lot more interesting than the ones who make people bored just by hearing their names, Mr. Marcus. Anyone who can steal things from the devil... Ordinary people, there are not many such things. ”

"There are not many wizards who can communicate with ordinary people like us on an equal footing, and are willing to peel wild vegetables with knives themselves. Mr. Cheese, first of all, allow me to say sorry for the offense I took to you when we met earlier. Your Majesty is right, I am too foreign to you and the world you live in, and it makes me ...... Some scared. Cheese didn't expect Marcus to say this, he looked at the fat nobleman with some surprise and a respectful expression, and then smiled with relief.

"Whoever says that people who don't understand magic are not worth communicating, and those who are self-contained are really stupid. ”