The principality's reaction to the resurgence of the evil dragon didn't seem to be so drastic, and after all, it wasn't something they needed to take care of, so naturally they wouldn't care. As a result, a delicate atmosphere permeated the Affarian camp, and it was clear that the Duchy wanted to focus all its energy on exploring the path to the Dark City, while the Dark Elves, led by Krent, wanted to solve the problem of the evil dragon as soon as possible.

The banished Krent wasn't as stubborn as the elders of the Senate in Dark City, so he was able to make some human friends here. Although since Marcos's disappearance, he has rarely gathered a group of people to discuss countermeasures with great fanfare. Maybe he wants to keep a low profile, or maybe it's something that bothers him that not everyone is capable of solving.

Marcos took a walk around the camp and went to observe the camp's defenses. To be honest, the camp was defenseless, not even the most basic guard post. Of course, the Dark Elves don't bypass most of the Afarian Mountains to attack a worthless target, but once the breath of death spreads, the people in the camp will have to deal with not the Dark Elves who may be able to negotiate, but the monsters with whom they must fight to the death.

He entered the camp through one of the most sparsely populated corners of the camp, and he wanted to maintain a sense of mystery. Appearing directly in front of everyone like this might really scare them, and some of the agitated ones might even pull out their weapons and ask if they were a demon or not. The disappearance of an adventurer is nothing, and Gal never remembers the names of those who have died and disappeared. She thinks those people are stupid, and they want to explore dangerous caves knowing that they are not strong, and they are simply the model of moths to fire.

Marcos crept to the outside of Boken's house from his memory, and was amazed by the changes in the camp. The tents were reduced to improvised huts made of logs, and blacksmiths and alchemy shops would even open in such damn places, even though Marcos knew that they were all sent by the Duchy. Don't look at their willingness to help adventurers, when you try to go to those places to buy something, they tend to pay two or three times more than the average shop.

All in all, Marcos believed that Boken was the best source of information in the Afalia camp. As long as you keep eavesdropping undetected for a while, you may be able to figure out the current state of the camp. He didn't want to be a disdainful eavesdropper, he just didn't want to be questioned by Gal and the others after he appeared. He didn't want to waste time with those guys, staring at each other was a thing of the past, and Marcos knew that action was the main thing.

There are many things that can be decided in a conversation, but Boken is still friendly, at least he is willing to listen to some of Krent's opinions, and the Duchy's trust in him to take full responsibility for negotiating with the Dark Elves is also a sign of trust. "What kind of creature is Spitz the dragon, I think we need to figure that out first. Boken's deep voice rang out inside the house.

"It's a dragon, a dragon that once brought great disaster to us Dark Elves. Krent replied.

"Ah, I've heard rumors from adventurers that the dragon was here hundreds of years ago, isn't it?"

"That's right, we dark elves cost a lot to seal it away. Krent was visibly anxious, and Karl, who was standing across from him, covered most of his face with the brim of his hat and listened in silence to the conversation between the others. "Trust me, this isn't some monster that can be solved with a few people. Moreover, it is far more threatening than you think. ”

"We don't believe a dragon can make such a big difference!" a loud voice came from the other side of the table, and Krent followed the voice, and when he saw the other man, he understood why the guy said that. It was the head of the mercenaries who had come here with the principality, a reckless fellow who was not afraid of monsters. However, Krent could even imagine what this guy would be like in front of the evil dragon, and he would be blown away by the poisonous breath of the other party, and there would be no bones left.

"We can help you deal with the dragons in the Dark Elf Necropolis, but you must give us detailed information about the Kayak volcano, the monsters inside that lava cavern have been holding us back for a long time. After much consideration, Boken told Krent that this was the biggest price he had made so far, and that he didn't want the other party to bargain again. Krent knew that this was the best price that Boken could offer, and no matter what the purpose, he had to say yes, otherwise he wouldn't even have the last chance.

Carl pulled on his cowboy hat and turned and walked out of the house, he wasn't interested in the conversations. And no one stopped him, and it was an "accident" that he came here. If Bryce hadn't asked him to sit in on the conversation, he might still be sleeping in his tent. Karl made a very bad impression of the people in the camp, he always looked indifferent to everything.

Marcos shifted his body slightly, or he would have appeared in Carl's sight as he walked out of the house. He didn't expect this to happen, he was hiding from his best friend, although he knew they would meet soon, but at least not in this way. But Carl seemed to have noticed someone nearby the moment he lit the cigarette, so he grabbed the cigarette he had just lit and moved his hand to the holster at his waist.

"You have two choices, either come out or I'll put a bullet in your head. Don't worry about the repercussions I'll do that, at least no one here will object to me killing an unidentified eavesdropper. ”

"Your vigilance is commendable, but I don't think you should have pulled your gun out. Marcos laughed, believing that his voice would definitely surprise the other party. Since he couldn't hide it anymore, he simply gave up this interesting game.

Carl froze, he was definitely not unfamiliar with that voice. "Marcos?" he hesitated.

Marcos stepped out of the back of the house and faced Carl. "Are you alright, my old friend. ”

"God......" Carl was not surprised by the fact that Marcos was still alive, but why he was here. For a guy who believed from the beginning that Marcos was not dead, he would not be surprised by the fact that the other party is still alive.

The two greeted each other and gave each other a simple hug. "You still owe me a bottle of wine. Marcos teased Carl.

"I didn't make that bet with you. Carl smiled and shook his index finger.

"Hmm...... I think we should go for a drink. ”

"I'd love to. Carl couldn't be happier than ever, there's no doubt about it. "Welcome back, my friend. ”

"It's a pleasure to meet you. ”