"Where are you going to start, we have too limited information. ”

"Well, it might be a good idea to check out the forests west of Komka, but it's correspondingly more dangerous. There's another way, and that's if we reach out to the fellows from the Alchemist Guild and ask about it, but I can't guarantee that they'll tell us anything about the fog. ”

Fett sighed, this is really a difficult thing to solve. However, what surprised her even more was that Marcos's asking price seemed to be unrestrained, although it was a reasonable price to solve such a difficult commission of 1800 universal gold coins. But she could almost guess that if the monster he encountered turned out to be more difficult to deal with than she had imagined, he would surely return to the poor tower keeper and ask for more money.

"Anyway, let's go to the Western Forest first. Marcos said.

Fett nodded, there was no better way now. "Okay. ”

The forest shrouded in dense fog makes the people who walk in it feel like a dream, and this feeling does not appear out of thin air, but becomes clearer as you go deeper into the forest. It was almost impossible for the two of them to see anything ten yards away, so they kept a very close distance between them. To be honest, Marcos doesn't like this but likes this, and in this matter, he is very conflicted.

Of course, the silver-haired lady who likes to draw a knife and slash people to pieces at every turn doesn't care. Although, how to put it? She did feel a different feeling than before, and although she couldn't say it, finding the source of the fog was the most important thing right now. To say that Fett is here for no reason. In fact, she could have worked with the Revolutionary Army to find an opportunity to attack those Imperial forces, but in the end, she chose the path to get more information. Indeed, in the Afarian camp, both from Boken and the representatives of the Dark Elves can find a way to get information about the Delos.

"Aha, first clue. Marcos suddenly crouched down, grabbed a handful of dirt with his hand, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it.

"Did you find anything?" Fett could hardly imagine words to describe Marcos now, who looked like a dog.

"There was a little fishy smell, and the palms of my hands were covered with wet dirt. Marcos joked.

"Please, Marcos, no kidding. Fett shook his head helplessly.

Marcos stood up, shook the dirt off his hands, and smiled. "Alright, alright, I know you don't like people joking all the time. Follow me, and the ghost swordsman's senses will guide us forward. He blinked, as if to show off. Fett gave him an angry look, if she could, she really wished Marcos would continue like this.

The two of them could no longer hear anything, which made them sure they were a little distance away from Komka. But strangely, it seems that even the most ordinary birds in this forest do not inhabit here. While the fog was indeed weird, the two thought it hadn't reached the point where it could affect nature. Unfortunately, whether or not the fog affected the animals and plants, the two soon discovered the "remains" of the hunters and lumberjacks.

Fitt couldn't hide the uncomfortable expression on his face, covering his mouth and nose with his hands and turning his back. She actually remained reserved in this situation, so that she did not vomit like a drunk drunkard. She had seen many corpses, but never had she felt like vomiting as much as she did now, and she didn't know why.

"What the hell......" Marcos looked ugly as he approached the dehuman-like "wreckage" in the small clearing. They died not long ago, there is no doubt about it. The common feature of each corpse is a sharp stake that runs from the abdomen to the head, and various bloody organs are pulled out of the body and hung from the stake. There were signs of gnawing on his lower body, and Marcos wasn't sure if it was a wolf, a wild dog, or a corpse-eating creature.

Fit held back his discomfort without saying a word, walked to Marcos's side, and spoke. "How can you get from these...... Found clues on the wreckage?" she couldn't find the words to describe the bodies of these hunters and lumberjacks.

Marcos frowned, "The only thing worth investigating is the stake that pierced their bodies, damn wolves and wild dogs." He cursed.

"Wait, Marcos. Fett reached out to stop Marcos, who was about to act, and the latter turned his head to look at him suspiciously. Fett motioned for Marcos to cast his gaze on the bushes on the other side of the small clearing.

"What's wrong?" Marcos didn't notice anything strange.

"Maybe it's an illusion. Fett muttered, and the slightly unsheathed knife was retracted. "Go ahead, Marcos. ”

Marcos shook his head inexplicably, crouching down to inspect the stake that ran through his entire upper body. Based on the wound and the direction of the stab, he deduced that the stake was pulled out of the ground and stabbed into the abdomen accurately, and then redirected within the subject's body through the chest, throat, and head. He suddenly remembered something, where had he seen this type of attack. "Fett, remember the Celestial Veil Beast's dryad?" he asked.

"Remember, what's wrong?" said Fett, curiously.

"Do you remember what it was like to fight them?"

"You don't think it's the dryads who killed them, do you?" said Fett, incredulous.

"It's possible. Marcos drew his gaze back to the corpse. "But I don't remember any possible relationship between the fog and the dryads, and on the surface it looks like the actions of these guys in the forest angered the dryads living here, and they were rightfully killed by the dryads. Judging by the facts described by the tower manager, these guys disappeared after the fog appeared. ”

Fett nodded, "That means that before the fog appeared, they were still hunting and logging here, but they were not attacked by the so-called dryads. ”

"That's weird, not to mention the fact that so far we haven't been able to prove that there really are dryads living in this forest. Marcos stood up. "What's even more strange is that we've been in the forest for a while, but we haven't been threatened in any way. ”

"I think it makes sense to assume that the dryad really exists, but that it's berserk under the influence of this fog. Fett speculated.

"Maybe, damn it, I don't have a clue. Marcos stomped his foot in exasperation. "Looks like we're going to have to ask the guys at the Alchemist Guild for some information, or we're wasting our time. ”

"Agreed. ”

On the way back, Fett no longer had the strange feeling she had before, it was just for a moment that she felt as if someone was staring at her. But there was no hostility in that sight, but a warning. She looked around at the dense bushes around her, as if the creature was hiding in some bush. But what she knew was that the guy wasn't here anymore.

Frustrated, Marcos had taken many commissions, but never had one been as confusing as this one, not even a curse that had struck at the Belmar border two years ago as it was now. But the thought of this made him feel like he had been inspired. "Fett, I think of a possibility. Without warning, he spoke.

"What is it?"

"Could this fog be caused by some curse?"

"Why did you have this idea?" asked Fett.

"I don't know, it's just a thought that pops into the sky. I know it's ridiculous, because there's no evidence that the fog was created by the curse. But I think we can put aside the action of going to the Alchemist Guild for a while, and the local library would be a good option. Marcos snapped his fingers, as if he had found a breakthrough.

"For the sake of efficiency, let's go our separate ways. Fett spoke his mind almost without thinking.

Marcos looked at her in surprise, "Really?"

"If we want to get to Camp Afaria earlier, then it's better to do that. Rest assured, I'm measured. Fett gave an unusual smile.

"Okay, let's do it. ”