Boken, Marcos doesn't like him, but he can't say he hates him. He's just an order-following guy, and he's certainly helped himself. Although Marcos knew that Boken would not normally make too unreasonable demands on adventurers, when the order was on his head, it was not for him to call the shots. The rulers of the principality, like all rulers, do not want the person who receives the order to have an opinion contrary to their own, because such an idea can be fatal to the monarch's rule if it spreads.

When Marcos reached the outside of Boken's tent at the other end of the camp, Camille had been waiting there for a long time. "Here you are, Marcos. Camilli said hello.

"Is there anything troublesome for us to deal with?" it would be impossible if Marcos didn't complain, so he asked in a slightly complaining tone.

"As you can see, the atmosphere in the camp has been stiff. Camille nodded in the direction of Gar and Bryce, who were talking not far away.

Marcos followed Camilli's gaze, and disdain grew in his eyes. "You mean the elites sent by the principalities? Forget it, they're only going to make our relationship with the Dark Elves worse. You can also see that the snarky woman Gal spends all her days thinking about finding someone to fight. Did you forget? She was approaching Carl the other day to challenge. ”

"Boken called us here to talk to us about this, and he certainly didn't want a conflict between the adventurers and the elite of the principality. Camilli explained.

"Well, that's the way Boken works. He's a cautious guy, unlike Gal. But one thing that struck me as strange was that Gral's sister Bryce wasn't as annoying as she was, and she gave me a pretty good feeling. ”

Hearing Marcos say this, Camilli couldn't help but laugh. "Please, Marcos, I know you. You don't really hate any of them, it's just that you don't want to hear those harsh words, because we've proven ourselves to be capable of it. ”

"But if they don't trust us, how can we trust them?" said Marcos. "I've always wondered how much effort it takes to gain trust and whether it's worth it. But in the end......"

"In the end you decided not to think about that, did you?" Camilli interrupted Marcos, smiling as she thought the answer was.

Marcos nodded, "That's right, Camilli, now I'm just focused on helping Krent find the source of the Neopera's contagion. Actually, I have no interest in stopping the war between the dark elves and humans. ”

Camilli walked up to Marcos's side and looked at him. "You've also been changed by time, and that's not what you thought before. ”

"Maybe, I'm not my 22-year-old self anymore. Marcos pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. "Oh my God, Camille, I realized that I was 27 years old when you said that, and I felt as if I was able to try to accept ideas that I couldn't accept when I was 22 years old, and my perspective on things changed a lot. Growing up was a real pain in the making, and I'd rather go back to the days of messing around with that little bastard of Maffeo. He shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"It's true for everybody, and so am I. Camilli reassured that she was changing, and like Marcos, what was once unacceptable was now acceptable, and it didn't even make her feel any discomfort.

The tent's curtain was lifted abruptly, and judging by the magnitude of its swing, the person who opened the curtain must have been furious—it was Anna. "Anna?" said Camilli, hesitantly.

"Well, Camille. Anna whispered a greeting, then walked briskly towards the tent she was in. Now she obviously didn't want to talk to anyone too much, and the two of them could guess that something unpleasant was going on in the tent, maybe it was Boken's unintentional remark that angered Anna, maybe he was forced to ask Anna to do something with the order that the Duchy had given him to be a strongman.

Marcos and Camilli walked into Boken's tent, his face still the same, serious and tense, as if he was facing trouble all the time. "You're here. ”

"What's the matter?" asked Camilli.

"As you can see, Gal is a woman with a very good personality, so I don't want you to have a conflict with her. The atmosphere in the camp is delicate right now, and the Dark Elves and we are both at peace for the time being, but we all know that it only takes a simple fuse to upset this delicate balance. I don't want another conflict with the Dark Elves, our relationship with them is bad enough. "It's not uncommon for Boken to say a lot of things, because in the impression of the two, Boken has always been a man who cherishes words like gold. It seems that the current situation is also giving him a headache, but Gal with a strong personality doesn't care about other people's opinions, she only thinks about finding someone to fight all day long.

"Is this what you called us for?" Marcos shrugged, he didn't care about Boken's admonition, because Marcos hadn't intended to have much contact with Gal in the first place.

Boken shook his head, "As for that dark elf Krent, I heard that he is a peacemaker among the dark elves, I wonder if he has any thoughts at the moment?"

Marcos walked over to the table full of papers, "Let me tell you, Boken. If this war is to be stopped, it must be proven that the plague in Neupera was not caused by humans. And Krent's goal is to find out the truth about the Neupera epidemic, so he is on the same side as us in this matter. Since he was a moderate among the Dark Elves, he also knew what the only solution was. So, your question is completely redundant. ”

"Please don't think about it, Marcos, I'm just trying to make sure. Boken said with some unhappiness.

"Yes, why not? I'm not saying you're doing it wrong, there's a big difference between redundancy and wrongness. Marcos smiled slyly.

"Ah......h "I'm fine. ”

"Goodbye, Boken. Marcos said hello and left the tent with Camille, and the two were fortunate that the brief conversation was not as unpleasant as expected. From this point, Camilli could guess that Anna was unhappy because she had a conflict with Gal and was then called into her tent by Borken to warn her.

Marcos told the crowd about his next steps with Krent, and there was no doubt that finding Morgan's diary was the most important thing to do at the moment. On top of that, they had to help Krent develop an antidote to the contagion through the parchment book Morgan left behind. After all, as long as the Principality Squad remained in Camp Affalia for one more day, their movements would be restricted for one more day.