Their existence is not known to most people, and you can't even find evidence of their existence, but that doesn't mean you're 100% sure they don't exist. The credibility of rumors is a verdict in everyone's heart, and no matter how much the believer tries to refute him, he will still believe it. He who does not believe, no matter how much he tries to prove it to him, he still does not believe.

"Have you decided?" the man's cold voice came from the darkness, but strangely enough, he wasn't questioning his subject.

"Decide what? If you're referring to joining you, I'm not interested. There was a hint of contempt in the answerer's tone.

"I know you've been in contact with them, so I think there's something you have to know. ”

"As I said, I'm not interested in what you say about the apostles. If you are going to try to prove to me that their appearance is only a great conspiracy, then I can only tell you that their appearance has indeed brought great disaster to Arad. ”

"Uh......-huh," the man sighed. "Sooner or later, you'll understand that all you're doing is just a piece of the puzzle to reach some conspiracy. ”

The wind howled in the camp on the Affalia Mountains, and as the tents were removed, improvised log-made houses were erected in the camp. The Duchy of Belmar spent some time building a house here, and it seems that they thought it would take a long time to resolve their conflict with the Dark Elves. But the only good news at the moment is that they have found their way to the Dark City with the help of Krent.

Based on this premise, the bones of the dark elves that Carl and the others brought back from the spider cave last time, and the alchemist Norton found a substance from the bones, and the experimental maniac successfully crafted an antidote to the epidemic based on this substance. In the past, he would definitely show off, but now, he doesn't. He seems to have a different view on matters concerning human life.

As for how Krent is going to bring the antidote to the disease to the sick dark elves, that's not something for humans to consider. In fact, the Duchy personnel here are already too busy to help the Dark Elves. Even if they help, they will definitely get important information or corresponding benefits in the end.

Fett stood at the edge of the camp, looking blankly at the mountains in the distance. Even when the wind blew on her body, she didn't feel any chill. It's been a month since Marcos' disappearance, and hope has turned to despair over time, and anyone knows that a month of missing in the cave has already turned into a skeleton. But Fett didn't believe that that would happen, and she had no way of imagining that the guy would end his short life in this way.

A black tunic came from behind and draped over Fit's body. She looked back and saw that Camille was standing behind her, smiling at her. "Thanks, Camille. She whispered hello.

"I know what you're thinking, do you want to talk?" Camille walked over to her and looked at the mountains in the distance.

Fett wasn't sure if she should do it, she didn't want to spread her emotions to anyone else. But she thought, maybe other people were in the same mood as herself. The fact that Marcos was his companion cannot be changed. So, under the choice, she still nodded. "About ...... Things about Marcos ......"

"Say it. ”

"Do you think he's still alive?" asked Fett.

"I believe he's still alive. Camilli replied bluntly.

Fett looked at her in surprise, knowing that she was still so optimistic despite almost everyone being hopeless. "Why?"

"I know it's hard to believe, but it's my instinct. Camilli laughed.

"Are your instincts accurate?" Fett's question caught Camilli by surprise, she looked like a child, trying to get to the bottom of her concerns.

"Can you answer me a question first?" asked Camille, in her usual dignified manner. "What do you think of Marcos?"

"I ......" Fett was a little speechless, yes, she only now realized that she had a very vague view of Marcos. Sometimes she thinks that the other party is a good person, although she likes some pranks, but she can always patiently enlighten herself when it is critical. Sometimes, she thinks the other person is an out-and-out bastard, but she can't say why she thinks so.

Camilli's question continued, "What do you think he thinks of you as he thinks you are?"

"What do you imagine me to look like?" Fett questioned the question, not understanding what Camille was trying to say.

"It's calm, Fett. Camilli gave Fett the answer. "Even now, you're not quite what he imagined you to be. But things are relative, and you can also try to make Marcos what you want it to be. ”

"Camilli, I don't know, these questions ......" Fett was a little incoherent.

"Sorry Fett, but don't overthink it. Let's put it this way, intuition is intuition, it's something you can't judge, but it guides your perception of something. In fact, so-called intuition is a reflection of what is really going on in the heart. Why don't we try to be more optimistic when there is no clear outcome?" Camille answered.

Fett nodded thoughtfully, "I see, Camille." ”

"If that puts you in a better mood, I'm honored. Camille joked.

"Camille, you ......" Fett looked at the other in surprise, she had the impression that Camille would never make such a stupid joke in the style of Marcos.

"If you stay with someone who likes to joke about it for a long time, you're contagious, but I'm happy. Camilli smiled and walked towards the houses in the camp.

Fett stared blankly at Camilli's departing back, and after a moment, she smiled, although she was not so happy, but her mood was indeed much better. "Marcos, look at how many people you've killed. ”

As Fitt returned to his log house from the edge of the camp with a view of the distant mountains, a sweaty Krent ran over with an expression that the others could tell what was going on. "Crent, what's going on?" asked Fett, looking at him strangely.

The poor dark elf gasped and replied. "Evil Dragon...... The dragon broke free from the seal......"

"What?"