Legend has it that in the distance where it takes years to reach by boat, there is a place that is different from most of the countries that people know, and the people who live there have skin and hair similar to those of cheese, and the civilization they form is no less different from the kingdom of ordinary people and gray robes. In their civilization, the dragon is not a four-legged and winged dragon, but a more snake-like creature, but even so, whether flying or spitting fire, their dragons are no worse than dragons, and even more so in other ways. Cheese had been intrigued by these records when he saw them, and he did not believe that a creature as powerful as the one described in the records could only inhabit the places where people who resembled him lived, and that the analogy of a dragon would have known that such beings were often highly autonomous, and it was not an exaggeration to wander anywhere in the world. There are not a few gray robes who have a similar attitude to Cheese, and most of them use this as an excuse to believe that the dragons do not actually exist, but are just imaginary monster totems of the local residents. It's just that they don't know that the author of the travelogue that recorded the wingless dragon is officially the Lord of the Gray Tower himself. And now, Cheese looked at the scene in front of him and had another inference.

Could it be that the dragon in the travelogues is referring to, and although Cheese is not sure if the monster that came out of the ground can fly, he can afford to worship as a tentu in any civilization. In other words, it is better to worship him only as a totem, because the visual and psychological impact of this thing is too great. Tianmu, whose height has reached the height of a castle unmatched, looks up from its bottom to the height of the clouds. And this is such a big tree, when it is coiled by worms that emerge from the ground, it gives the impression of a snake with the thickness of a wrist crawling on a bamboo pole the thickness of a large arm. The enormity of this worm is visible.

Moreover, the epidermis of this worm did not show a white-like soft appearance like those of its soft counterparts, the skin of the huge worm shimmered like silk, and every fold and crevice of its skin flowed with dark black markings, which may have been caused by the juice under the skin, but if it was really just that, they would never be able to outline so many esoteric and intricate graphics and words on the worm's body. Just looking at the worm's body made Cheese almost fascinated, the last time he saw someone with a similar effect on him was his teacher, the Lord of the Gray Tower's robes always had changing patterns, and those patterns were said to represent his mood changes and thoughts in his mind. The mage would never believe that the same phenomenon was happening to the worm for the same reason, preferring to believe that it was just a disguise by the monster to intimidate those who saw him.

But the horrible worm didn't come out of the ground for people to see, in fact, he was driven all the way up from the ground. And what drove him away was the more and more nomadic ghosts that were rushing out of the cracks in the ground. The long-lost sunshine and grasslands seemed to make the riders hesitate, but the hesitation did not last long, they all knew that they were able to inflict damage on the worm thanks to the help of some powerful god, and that god's help was not permanent, and they had to hurry. This evil monster must be defeated, only then can they escape the fate of being trapped in the underground wasteland and repeating the useless battle, and only then can they truly rest in peace.

"What the hell is going on...", the mage and his companions were in complete confusion as the warriors brandished their weapons and charged at the worms again. The situation in front of them had exceeded their expectations, and even Kairas, who was well versed in the legends of the grasslands, was now completely unable to comprehend what they were going through.

Just when they were confused, a different rider came up to them, "You guys look like you're in trouble, do you need help?"

"Of course, we need a knight. Almost subconsciously, Cheese answered the other man's question, the smile on his face disappearing at the sight of Lothar's withered face. It was almost with a pull that he and Batu pulled the Count off the ghost horse that was carrying him, and the exhausted Lothar could no longer dismount himself. The dying knight lay on the grass, supported by Batu to lift his upper body and take small sips of food brought out by the female swordsman. Although it was only a dry and hard ration, it didn't get any better for Lothar, who had been fasting for almost four days.

The long-marching Count himself knew this truth very well because he could not eat a large amount of food at once after a long period of uneating, and the knight's iron will allowed him to command the scrambled Atta in a weak voice at the moment when ordinary people had long since fainted, because the latter had already cried after seeing Lothar now. But in any case, the Count's life was at least saved. This caused the big rock that Cheese had been carrying in his heart to fall to the ground. As long as Lothar is alive, everything he does will be meaningful.

"Whew!" the ghost horse, who had carried the Count to his companion, snorted, and watched Cheese's every move with dull eyes. The mage also met this gaze with understanding, and it didn't take anyone to explain it to know that this horse was different from the ghosts of other riders. There's something else in it.

"Thank you for bringing him back. Cheese was the first to speak, but in a different language than any of the other he used to communicate with his companions. It is an ancient language, a tool created by ancient people to communicate with non-human beings. It's just that time has passed, and it is not difficult for them that such beings who are still willing to communicate with mortals will understand the language of mortals, and there are not many people who still retain it and can use it correctly.

The horse shook its head, and the mage's face was reflected in its eyes, which were much larger than humans. "I don't like you. A voice appeared in Cheese's head, much more majestic and oppressive now than it had been when he had spoken to Lothar. However, Cheese is not Lothar either, and he has dealt with these beings many times.

"May I ask why?" said the mage, without much expression on his face, making Kairas, who was looking at him, think he was talking to himself.

"You're no different from that bug. You are all stones mixed into the hourglass, which will only hinder the original order. ”

"But you're still going to rely on my stone to keep the other stones out, aren't you? If you could, you wouldn't have to tolerate them. ”

"Whew!" the ghost horse snorted again, expressing his displeasure, "sharp-toothed boy. That's all I can do to help you, and you'd better not let me down. ”

"Wait, I have something to ask you. Realizing that the other party wanted to end the conversation, Cheese quickly tried to stop it.

"There are no secrets for those who have died, for everything about them has faded with death. The question you want to ask won't have an answer to me, you know it yourself, don't you? If you hadn't counted that, he wouldn't be him. The voice in his head disappeared, and with it, the ghost horse turned into a puddle of cold water, as cold as well water that had just been dug up from the ground.