Krent walked out of Boken's house with a calm face, unhappy with the outcome of the conversation, no dark elf would be satisfied with such a clearly unequal quid pro quo. He shared the information about the lava cavern with Boken, who agreed to spare some of his men to help Krent solve the problem of the dark elf graveyard, which was simple but complicated.

Marcos had been waiting outside Krent's tent for so long that he could even guess what the dark elf's expression would look like when he returned. Necromancy was ingrained in his mind, but if he thought of himself as the product of necromancy, he was very wrong. Krent's mount, Namientu, was still the same, dozing off outside the tent, only waking up when its owner called for it.

"I think your master would be happy to see me, right?" Marcos crouched next to Namientu, reaching out and teasing it. It was as docile as Boken had said, and even when Marcos disturbed it from sleeping, it only hissed in displeasure. "Interesting creatures, I'd like to raise one another day. Marcos smiled and stood up, looking at Namientu with interest.

"They're not meant to be kept as pets. Karl, who was standing beside him, reminded.

"Oh?" said Marcos, looking away at Karl and intriguingly. "Is there anything in this that I don't know?"

"The Dark Elves see them as friends, not pets, it's as simple as that. Karl spread his hands, he couldn't understand the thoughts of the dark elves.

"Funny, I've rarely seen anyone who thinks of other creatures as their friends. Marcos laughed.

Carl spat out a string of smoke rings, deliberately portraying himself as a shoddy smoker in the camp. "I see what you mean, it's just that we'd better not go into the nitty-gritty. ”

"I know, after all, we're one of them. Marcos pouted, he wasn't a cynic, so he didn't want to judge something ugly.

"You look ......," Karl pointed at Marcos with his index finger. "It seems to be confident. ”

"Are you going to guess my mind again?" Marcos smirked.

Carl chuckled, "That depends on what you think." ”

"Wait and see. Marcos said confidently.

When so many annoying things come together and smash into a person's head, he will take on the appearance of Krent now. Messy hair, sloppy expression, heavy steps, as if it would burn out in the next second. At this point, it's the same for both humans and dark elves. Although both parties have different understandings of life, they both share feelings.

The elders of the Senate could not understand Krent and banished him, while the humans discriminated against the Dark Elves for their own reasons. In this case, Clente, who acts as an intermediary, is actually the most painful. But as the direct herald of the Dark Elf royal family, he had to shoulder the responsibility.

Marcos and Carl, who were standing at the door of the tent, could already see Krent, but he couldn't spot the two standing at the door of his tent because he kept his head down and thought about the reason. He didn't look up until he walked in and noticed their presence up close. The original distracted expression was instantly replaced by shock, and looking at Marcos, Krent couldn't help but widen his eyes. "Marcos!?"

"Hello, Krent. Marcos greeted him in the usual way.

"Oh my God, you're still alive?" said Krent, who shook Marcos' hand, and as a friend who wasn't too close, it was the best way to show friendship. "It's really the happiest thing I've ever done in a while. Krent smiled brightly, and although the dark elves' cold expressions gave the impression of being fixed, as they said before, they also had feelings, not a walking corpse.

Marcos nodded and smiled in response. "I was saved by some guys, and it seems that fate has not chosen to take me away. ”

"I'm glad to see you, my friend. ”

"Me too. ”

"Come on, come in, I can at least treat you to a drink of Dark City's specialty agave. Clentra led Marcos into the tent, and Karl shook his head with a wry smile, knowing that he had lost another bet with Marcos, and it looked like he would owe Marcos another bottle of wine. With this in mind, he followed the steps of the two into the tent.

The Dark Elves thought it was a treat to drink a cup of Tequila, a specialty of the Dark City, and Marcos thought so. Although he was barely a qualified drunkard, he was not used to drinking all alcohol. But for Carl, it's a great wine, and tequila is heaven and hell compared to the inferior wine that can't be blended with water.

In a month, Krent had never been happier than he was now, and the joy stemmed from Marcos' safe return. And Marcos is happy that his return can help Crent, at least it will help him a little. Unlike some of the reckless guys in the camp who can't do anything but cause trouble.

After a short ten minutes of fun, they knew it was time to talk about the dragon. In this case, it is already good to be able to enjoy ten minutes of leisure time. Besides, Camp Afaria isn't much of a holiday paradise either. It's just a dark place of bitter mountain winds, dark clouds, and the smell of decay wafting from the caverns.

Krent briefly explained the Duchy's plan to the two, and Marcos was surprised that Krent had told Boken the way to the Dark City, and even more surprised that Norton had developed an antidote to the epidemic through the bones of the Dark Elves that Carl and the others had brought back from the spider cave. Well, he's glad it wasn't for nothing, at least that the deathfight he had experienced in the spider cave wasn't for nothing.

"I vetoed the idea of crossing the mountains to reach the Dark City a long time ago, and unless there are enough Nami N Tu, I don't want to travel through the air to reach the Dark City at all. The main reason why I told the Duchy about the path from the underground caverns to the Dark City was because Master Norton had crafted an antidote to the contagion. Krent explained.

"But even if the Duchy managed to reach the Dark City, would the elders of the Senate really believe their explanation? Besides, forgive me, Crent, but I must say that the Dark Elf Elders are a stubborn bunch, and even if there is evidence they don't necessarily listen to the Duchy's ambassadors. Marcos said.

Krent nodded, he wasn't angry. "I can understand it, I understand the character of the elders. In fact, they have always wanted to go to war with humanity, but for reasons that have no valid reason. Therefore, the radicals in the Senate took advantage of the outbreak of the plague in Neupera, and their real purpose was not to solve the plague, but to start a war with humanity. ”

"But if you don't go to the Dark City, there is no hope of stopping the war. Karl said that in the conversations between the different forces of the Arad continent, he usually spoke only on the issue of war. But he won't really put himself in it, because he doesn't want to get involved in the snobbery of the Arad continent.

"Yes, even if there is even the slightest hope, the principality will work hard to fight for it, you must know that their current situation is very disadvantageous. There was a hint of sarcasm in Marcos's tone. "Alright, let's get back to the dragon. I've been there to see, that horrible cemetery. ”

Marcos's words surprise Krent, who wonders what the consequences of going alone to the Dark Elf Graveyard will be, Marcos is just repeating the scene from the last time he played out in the Spider Cave. He really wanted to say that Marcos's luck was extremely good, otherwise he would have been buried under the dragon's minions. "I admire your courage, but don't try to do that again. ”

"I know, yes, I met something bad there. Marcos pulled out the ring and corner of his coat from the dark elf graveyard from his pocket and placed them on the table. "But in any case, we cannot ignore the importance of intelligence. ”

"Well, now that you've done it, there's obviously no point in me saying more. ”

"Rejoice, Krent, maybe we'll find a solution soon?" said Marcos, smiling mysteriously, as Krent met his eyes and tried to read what he was trying to say.