The clear water in the river is boiled, and the top layer of clean water is taken and put into an iron pot. When the amount of water is sufficient and the fire under the iron pot has stabilized, the dough prepared last night is kneaded into two knuckle-sized pieces by hand, and then flattened with your thumb and forefinger and thrown into the water. Wait a few more moments, add the jerky and wild vegetables, and finally sprinkle with a handful of salt.

"It's ready to eat. After tasting the dough and making sure that it was cooked and flavorful, the white wolf, as the owner, made a declaration that the meal would be opened. The crowd, who had been busy all morning, was not polite, except for the cheese, whose hands were once again tied to his chest, who had to rely on his companions for help, and everyone began to eat. Eating is a source of comfort at any given time.

"What's next?" "Talking at the dinner table is something that varies from culture to culture, and in some places people are reluctant to be distracted from thinking about other things while eating, but in others they feel that talking in a relaxed setting like eating is the way to get closer to each other. For the few people at this table, neither really matters, they are all pragmatic people, etiquette and habits have to be played by occasion and time, and now is the time to talk during the meal.

"I'm going to the place where you ran into the ground bear last night, and there may be some clues left there. I'm going alone, anyway, that person is my fellow disciple, and I need to find out whether this matter is a misunderstanding or something else. Cheese was the first to say that he could quickly answer because he had already made up his mind to pay attention. When he had learned some of the key information contained in the autopsy by dissecting the corpse, he had already settled on this attention. So there was nothing to hesitate about, at least for him.

"You can't go alone. The Count immediately objected, and no one else knew it, but he knew very well how badly Cheese had been wounded when he had returned to the valley. Moreover, at that time, there was the red dragon Migo with him, and there were also supporters of the mage in the Gray Tower. Now in this grassland, Cheese has nothing to rely on. In the unlikely event that the fellow is malicious towards the mage, the cheese who is unable to move his hands flexibly will immediately be reduced to fish and can only be slaughtered by the other party. At the end of the day, it is not advisable to give trust to the other person just because he has a teacher.

"Kailath and I are following you, and if you are worried about the danger of ordinary people coming into contact with your fellow disciples, we can play a role in accidents. Atta also offered his own opinion on Cheese's solo actions. Indeed, as elves and half-goblins, they are highly resistant to magic, especially against humans. This resistance is different from the witch hunting knife, which helps the owner force the magic power inflicted on the body out of the body. It is more like an anesthetic that was originally used to administer to people, but the object that was not really intended to be applied was an elephant, and the composition of the drug may not need to be changed, but the difference in size doomed the same dose and concentration of the agent to have the desired effect. This is what happens when magic works on goblins and creatures associated with goblins.

And the female swordsman still didn't make it clear, that is, since Cheese was going to inquire about the other party's intentions, then in case things were forced to go, the Frakrag in her hand could also guarantee to get the information she wanted. The mage had long said that the fairy sword in Atta's hand was so powerful that unless it was impossible to trigger the spell on it, even the evil god might be hit. Although the methods of the gray robes are unique, they are also superior to other peers within a large framework called spellcasters, and it is not enough to resist the spell.

Cheese was silent for a moment, his eyes scanning his companions. They have a point, warriors with witch-hunting knives, half-goblins and cat goblins with magic swords, such a team of members is not only going to fight against ordinary spellcasters, but even hunting the real gray robe can be successful. If that gray robe is not "him". Thinking of the man's name, the magical field he was good at, and the information inside the corpse, Cheese shook his head, "No, I'm the only one to go." The more people who go, the more troublesome it will be. ”

"Then at least let Naren follow you. That way, in case something happens to you, it can come back in time to notify us. Batu swallowed what was in his mouth and spoke. If you don't let people follow, then it's always okay to let the eagle flying high in the sky follow, who cares about the trajectory of the birds flying in the sky? Who would worry about being watched by the birds?

"Alright, let Naren follow me. But remember, if something happens, just let it come back and report it, and don't let it help me. When you want to come to my aid, only Lothar and Kailas can come, and the others will be too helpful when they come, promise me. Cheese took a deep breath, a little helpless in his words, if he could, he didn't want these companions to have any connection with the other gray robes, not in any sense. As a Grey Robe, no one knows better than him how dangerous his fellow disciples are, and there are even fewer of them who care about others, and it is difficult for them to sacrifice those who don't know magic or are not Grey Robes. Except for their own lives, other creatures are just test subjects.

"What you say seems terrifying, what is that fellow of yours capable of?" It stands to reason that an outsider like Ensail shouldn't ask this question, a spellcaster's faction is a rather obscure matter, and it is likely to involve the life of the wealthy. While the cheese is afraid of his peers, he must also admit the relationship between the other party and himself, and because of this relationship, he cannot answer.

Seeing that the mage remained silent, the white wolf shrugged his nose and stopped asking, he was not stupid, but he didn't know how the cheese's attitude towards his fellow disciples was before he opened his mouth, and now that the mage's attitude was determined, it was the right choice not to ask again. But the white wolf stopped asking, but someone in the tent was just about to speak, and as soon as he spoke, Cheese had to answer.

"The corpse dragged away by the ground bear is a member of our clan. Although it was my clan who killed him, such a man-eating beast roaming outside the clan is a threat to us after all. As the protector of the clan, I hope to get more information about the monster and the people who may have created it. The shaman's words were slow, but still gentle.

"Is that a question I have to answer?" Cheese asks if this is a forced question.

"No, I'm just begging you to give me help this old man. I'm already so preoccupied with the things in the tribe that I really don't have the ability to pay attention to anything else. And if you fail later, your arrangements are hinting at that, and at that point, we who are still here should at least know who we're up against, right?"

The mage fell silent again, this time for about twenty breaths, "Bacchus, that's what we call him. If I'm right, the figure you saw last night was him. ”