"Whew... Whew..."Breathing is a difficult exercise for a person who has lost too much blood, and it can even be called a burden. Cheese has wondered more than once why the human body is so fragile, not to mention the dragon with wings and scales, even dwarfed by the elves or dwarves. This race seems to be inherently inferior creatures, and is good for nothing but the ability to reproduce. Some religions preach wisdom as the cause of human exaltation, but the Dharma Master knows that this is not the case. Intelligence is not a unique human ability, at least not in this world. And among the many intelligent races, the use of this talent by humans is not very good.

Feeling the pain from the wound, the mage's thoughts slowed even more. If there is anything that human beings have that is far superior to other races, it is probably the ability to touch taboos. Compared to other races, only humans can discover and touch so many deep things with impunity, and the appearance of vampires began with humans, and so did the wolfwalkers, not to mention the skinners who put themselves in such a situation, they are all human beings in the past history.

But what qualifications do you have to evaluate this? As a spellcaster, especially the gray robe, I am afraid that the research I am currently engaged in is also a taboo in the eyes of others. After many years, it is hard to guarantee that no one will comment that it is because of this reckless mage that the species of nezumi has survived in the world. It's really, there's no way to refute it. When Cheese opened his eyes, the scene was blurry and chaotic, and he had to tilt his head and focus his gaze at the sky above him, with a few stars twinkling between the canopies. What are those stars? What is the sky? There are still so many questions that have not been answered, and it is not time to rest.

By the time Cheese woke up again, it was already noon the next day. Ever since the recent increase in his mana, he had always felt that his body had improved in every aspect, and now it seemed that this was probably not an illusion. "Uhhhh ”

Opening his eyes, it took him a few seconds to realize that he was seeing Elsa's concerned face and the figures of the other companions. "What about the Skinner?" was the mage's main concern, and before he lost consciousness, Cheese temporarily possessed the Red Fox with the last magic he could muster to point out the enemy's vital points to his companions. This was partly because he knew that his injuries would have to be recovered after the Skinwearer's death, but also because he was afraid that if he let the Skinners go, the team that lost his team would not be a match for the angry demons.

"Dead, all of us saw with our own eyes. Elsa quickly replied, and she put the blanket back on the cheese that had fallen off, and even though it was noon, the wounded who had lost too much blood still needed to keep warm. However, Red Fox's simple statement obviously did not satisfy the mage, and Cheese's expression was a little anxious, he knew that his waking up meant that the skinned person had been hit hard, but there was often a subtle difference between this blow and real death, and it was difficult for ordinary people to distinguish between the two.

"Take me to see the body, I'm going to find out if he's real..."

"It's a bit difficult, wizard. You know, the ashes of the corpses will be scattered everywhere in the wind, and maybe some of them have been sucked into your lungs. The dwarf's voice came with a teasing hint of laughter. Andrei doesn't hate cheese's caution, provided it's reasonable and doesn't offend anyone.

"Is it burned? Are you sure he's really burned to ashes? I mean—" Archduke Hammer's answer reassured Cheese a little, but not completely.

"It was burned three times, and the Grand Duke and I personally burned the fellow's charred corpse again, and we were pretty sure that no matter how tenacious the skin-skinning man was, he was quite dead. Lothar walked over with a firewood in her hand and nodded at the mage.

Hearing the Count's words, Cheese finally breathed a sigh of relief. His body relaxed, his head leaning back against the log. Seeing this, the others scattered and continued their previous work, and there was still much to prepare before the Iron Castle was opened. And these ritual materials related to magic cannot be carried out by ordinary soldiers who will come later. In fact, André even wished that his soldiers could wait outside the Iron Castle so that Cheese would have enough time to take the nezumi from the city.

"I'm like a madman now, am I?" asked the mage when only Cheese and Elsa were left by the remains of the camp fire.

The red fox, who was weaving ropes with vines, glanced at him and said with a smile, "It seems that sometimes bloodletting is not all bad, and you finally have a clear understanding of yourself." But don't worry, you're not crazy lately. ”

Cheese was silent for a moment, then spoke again after the distant sound of birdsong, "Tell me, Elsa from Dragonspine Mountain, does what I'm doing now make sense? magic, does it make sense? Seeking the truth, does it make sense?"

Red Fox waved away a bee attracted by the scent of flowers, and she didn't look at the teacher, and continued with the work at hand, "Are you asking me? Or are you asking yourself? I don't like to stand on such a tall tower and look down on the world, which is one of the main reasons why I didn't become a Frost Guardian, I hate high places. And you, Cheese, you've never walked on the ground, all the while, all the time, you've been watching the people underground from the tower. It's just that you're standing a little lower now than you were before. ”

"Is this some kind of progress?"

"Progress towards us mortals?"

"But I'm also a mortal. ”

"Looks like we don't define the word mortal quite the same?" Elsa chuckled, her laughter infecting Cheese as well. When the mage turned his head to look at him, he saw a lantern with a white lion on it, and the grip of the lantern protruding from the lion's mouth as if it were holding the brass ring.

"What is this?"

"A gift from the Grand Duke of Hammer. He said that he and his people had come out of the darkest hour, so they didn't need it anymore, but you might need it. I think he's right. ”

Cheese looked at the lantern carefully, marveling at its workmanship, which he had never seen before.

"Does it have a name?"

"Come to think of it, the Grand Duke seems to say it's called ...... Breath of the Dawn. ”