Marcos looked at the Namientu at the door of Krent's tent and, honestly, he didn't like the creatures that could fly freely. But Krent has been emphasizing that it is docile, and that the dark elves use the creature as a means of transportation. They seem to be more favored by the Dark Elves than Magadha. But it's different for humans, who don't want to trust their lives to some kind of creature.

It lay there, dozing off, but neither the horns on its head nor its aggressive claws prevented Marcos from associating it with the word meek. However, the creature was sleeping now, so Marcos was relieved to enter Krent's tent.

Krent's impression of Marcos was very fixed, and most of the time he met with him was spent sitting at a humble table studying a large pile of parchment. Although Marcos was interested in what he studied, Clent was only perfunctory each time. So by now, Marcos had given up the idea of continuing to ask, and since the other party didn't want to say, then he didn't force it.

However, Marcos can still guess a little, and there are only two things that are causing Krent the most headache right now. The first is the outbreak of the plague in Neupera, and he wants to find out the root cause of the outbreak in his hometown of Neupera more than Morgan. The second is the current war between the Dark Elves and humans, and he belongs to the moderate faction among the Dark Elves, so he has been trying to put the war to a halt. But the Senate wouldn't listen to him, in fact, the faces of those Dark Elf elders had a clear outline in Marcos's mind. Whenever he thought of this, he would subconsciously show a sarcastic smile. They can never learn well, and both humans and dark elves have prejudices against each other, a problem that can never be eliminated.

"Krent, we need to talk. Marcos spoke as he walked into the tent.

Krent, who was sitting behind the desk, looked up, and then took it for granted to look expectant, and at that moment all the hope in his heart was gathered to a point. "You're back, how's it going?"

Marcos sighed, he wasn't going to hide it. "It's bad, there's nothing left in that place but corpse robbers and ghosts. ”

Krent, who didn't seem to realize what Marcos meant, continued to ask. "What about Morgan? Did you find him?"

"As I said, there's nothing left in that place except for corpse robbers and ghosts. ”

Krent's eyes darkened for a moment, and he slowly stood up, Marcos, who was standing across from him, carefully observing his every move. He hadn't experienced the feeling of losing an old friend, but he knew it must be uncomfortable. So he didn't speak anymore, leaving time to Krent alone. After a while, he spoke slowly. "Tell me, what has become of him?"

"Corpse robbers. Marcos replied.

"Oh my gosh. Krent shook his head in disbelief. "Poor Morgan, how did he become a corpse robber......" His tone was a little choked, but he held back his sadness and didn't cry out.

Marcos raised his right hand, and just as he handed over the parchment that Morgan had left behind, a letter slipped out of it. "What is this?" said Marcos, leaning down and picking up the letter in confusion.

Krent hurried around the table to Marcos, and took the letter and parchment that Morgan had left behind. The moment his fingers touched two objects that were no longer ordinary, Krent thought a lot. Then he couldn't wait to open the envelope, wanting to read the contents of the letter as soon as possible, which was Morgan's message for himself. Half a minute later, judging by Crent's sad expression, the contents of the letter touched his fragile soul at the moment.

"Krent, before I become a corpse robber, I write to you with the last shred of spirit. Because my flesh and blood are decaying, and my spirit is gradually declining, I forgive me for not being able to write in too much detail. I'm close to finding the root cause of the infectious disease, and the details are in my research diary. When I escaped from Neupera, I was attacked by a monster, so I hid it somewhere...... That...... That place is ......."

Silence remained in the tent for a long time, and neither of them made any movement, the only sound being the rustle of Krent turning the pages. Marcos thought that Crent might have come to terms with that fact. But at the end of the day, he can't be indifferent to the departure of his old friend. So Krent was doing silent crying, which was the only thing he could do. Because in the current situation, Krent doesn't even have time to mourn Morgan. Now that Morgan is dead, he must take over the dead Morgan to find out the truth about the contagion.

"Morgan told me he kept a journal of infectious disease research somewhere, but by the time he was about to write that location, he was completely a corpse robber, and I really can't imagine how much pain he endured......" Crent said, bowing his head and choking up.

"And what is this parchment?" Marcos asked, having thought it was Morgan's diary.

"It's just an ordinary alchemical recipe book with Morgan's annotation on it, and maybe this book will help in developing an antidote to infectious diseases. Krent replied.

"So it looks like Morgan left the diary somewhere else?"

"That's right, we have to find all the clues we can find so far to pinpoint the location of Morgan's hidden diary. Krent said in a firm tone.

Marcos held his chin in his hand and pondered. "You're a dark elf, do you know a good place to hide any treasure?"

Krent shook his head, "It's a pity, Marcos. There are many caves in the area where the dark elves live, and if Morgan hid his diary in one of the caves, it would probably take us years to find it. We can only find the location of Morgan's diary based on the clues we have so far. ”

"It's really a difficult thing to do, so let's sort out the information we have so far. Marcos walked over to the table and looked at the parchment that was full of them, and he began to feel a headache again.

"What is certain is that the diary will not be in the land of shallow analysis. Let me think about it, on the other side of the cave is the habitat of the spiders, and while it is unlikely that it is the place where the diary was hidden, there are many branch caves there. It's still possible to look at it this way, those branch caves are very secretive, and although there are some small spiders breeding inside, as long as he hides the diary in the box where the items are stored, there will be no problem. Krent walked back to the table and sat down.

"Do you want us to go there?" said Marcos, asking for Krent's opinion.

"Let's rest for a while, it just so happens that the envoy of the principality, Boken, also has something to talk to you about. Krent said.

Marcos straightened up, "See you then, Krent." I'm sorry about Morgan, feel free to come to me if you need help. ”

"Thank you, Marcos. ”