If Marcos was lucky, he might have been able to find the corpse of the Dark Elf guard, if he hadn't been eaten by the ghouls. But that's what Marcos found strange, the skeleton monsters weren't traditional ghouls. They don't feed on carrion, and if you insist on labeling them, you'll find that there are almost no words to describe their existence.

The gate of the tomb where the dragon was sealed was actually quite recognizable, but Marcos made sure it was safe before approaching it. The evil thoughts here are deepening, and this is something that Marcos can feel. The dragon must have sensed that an intruder was coming, and Marcos certainly wouldn't think it was a stupid dragon, so he tried to cover up his whereabouts and smell with the herbs he gave himself with a violent search group.

Those guys really have a way of getting their hands on herbs that only grow in the sunlight in the damp and gloomy underground caverns of the dark city, and Marcos guesses that they have an eye on Camp Afaria, otherwise the brown-robed man wouldn't know about Camp Afaria. Of course, he may also be bluffing and making up a situation to fool himself. But what was the reason for him to do that? Marcos couldn't think of a reason for them to do that. He knew he had to put those irrelevant thoughts behind him, and after smearing the sticky herbs on his black trench coat, Marcos approached the mausoleum gate with confidence.

The mausoleum gate consisted of two black pillars inlaid with rubies and several chains blocking the entrance, and on each side stood an octagonal metal sign, on which the dark elf Venmarcus was confused, he could not get any useful information from the metal plate. He first checked the nearby ground, trying to find the body of the tomb guard, but he was disappointed.

"Maybe the monster dragged his corpse, but as far as I know, the monsters that exist here don't have the habit of playing with corpses. It's also possible that the guards, sensing that something is wrong, want to go to a place where the message can be delivered as soon as possible, if that place really exists. Marcos whispered an analysis, trying to judge what was happening here by guessing unrealistically.

But in the end, all he had in his mind was a vague picture, and no one knew what the situation was like at that time. This became an eternal mystery, and the corpse of the guard, Marcos, thought it was very likely that the ghosts had drained the blood and become a dried corpse, but strangely, the guard had left nothing behind. Either the situation was too urgent for him to think about it, or the guard didn't realize it at all.

Since the search for the guard's body was fruitless, Marcos focused his attention on the mausoleum gate. This does seem like an ancient sealing ritual, and unlike the exorcists who drew talismans from the Void Ancestors, the mages of the Dark Elves were accustomed to using chains as sealed items. They don't seem to be interested in charms, and to a certain extent consider them useless.

Marcos carefully examined the chains that blocked the entrance, and he found at least four keyholes in the chains, all of which were located at important connection nodes. Marcos deduced that there were at least four keys to open the mausoleum's door, each corresponding to a keyhole. Once all the keys have been inserted, the chain will be removed. But this is just an ordinary cave entrance that can no longer be an ordinary cave**, and Marcos is a little skeptical that the evil dragon is really in it. But the evil thoughts stirred up here are substantial, so Marcos thinks it's possible.

He walked over to the metal plate again and memorized the strange letters on it. "It's convenient to have a head with a good memory, isn't it, Marcos?" he said to himself in a tone that seemed both boastful and self-deprecating. "Well, let's look somewhere else......" After jotting down the letters, Marcos continued to search for clues.

Soon, Marcos found something he hadn't expected, something that appeared here that seemed ordinary but strange to him - a corner of his clothes. It seemed ordinary because it was just a part of a robe that was no longer ordinary, and what made him feel very strange was that there were solidified letters written in blood on the corners of the clothes. "The evil thoughts of the dragon continue to chase us...... We ended up ...... I still can't get out alive......"

Marcos turned the corner of the coat upside down, and sure enough, there was a small red stripe and a sapphire on the other side, which also confirmed Marcos's suspicions. Only Belmar's envoys wore robes with such decorations, and Marcos was impressed by Boken's white robes with red stripes. "Could it be ......?" said Marcos's expression became grim. Since there is no evidence yet, he cannot rush to conclusions. But the general situation had already begun to take shape in his mind, and he wondered if the Duchy would want such a thing to happen. He slipped the corner of his coat into his pocket, and at least he got one more useful item.

Due to the influence of the evil dragon's evil thoughts, no one knows if new monsters will suddenly appear here, and it is still too dangerous to explore alone. Marcos knows how to do it in moderation, even if he finds it ironic now. He came here with an adventurous mind, but out of caution he considered leaving it without getting the most important information. But there is no way around it, he can't do it alone. The dragon had clearly hidden itself well, and continuing to explore the unknown areas of the graveyard would only lead to falling into the abyss of endless darkness.

So Marcos walked back the way he had come, and to make sure that he wouldn't be attacked by monsters again, he pulled his sword out of its scabbard, keeping his guard on the lookout. After spending more than two months in this damn place, Marcos had already learned how to tell the way in the cave, so he made it back to the surface without getting lost.

Once again, he felt that breathing fresh air was a beautiful thing, and even a pleasure. He suddenly realized that the things that had been boring before would now be funny. What could be worse than being in a damp, moldy place with the smell of rot and the ghouls and ghosts roaming around?

Marcos couldn't help but think of the guys who had traveled to the northern snowy regions, and he didn't know what their current situation was. Ice dragon Skasa is definitely a tough opponent, and now he faces an equally tough opponent, the evil dragon Spitz. And these two dragons have a common owner - the former Ninth Apostle Tyrannosaurus King Bakar. Fate really likes to play tricks on people, and Marcos would rather nothing happened in Huttonmar in the first place. He didn't want to blame someone for all this upsetting and depressing experience, he didn't think there was any point in doing that.

Now, it's time for him to return to his companions. Of course, he wouldn't be surprised if they thought they were the product of the dark elves' use of necromancy. Thinking of this, Marcos couldn't help but laugh out loud. It occurred to him that this might be a very interesting situation, and if that did, he would want some historian to be by his side and let him write a story that might never appear in the history books.

Marcos looked up, his smile fading away. It wasn't because he had met with something damn about him, but the figure of a girl came to his mind. He had never had such feelings for a person of the opposite sex, but to his own surprise, he himself did not even know when that feeling had arisen. He squirmed his lips and spoke slowly. "Tell me, Wolfe. Would you be surprised if I said I liked a girl?"