There are actually two taverns in the camp of the gold diggers by the lake - because most of the gold diggers are mercenaries working part-time, they can't live without wine like dragons can't live without treasure.

"Are you also a gold digger? It's not safe here, so head south. Annan was going to stay at the tavern.

"Have a nice holiday." The blonde woman's wink at Annan was ignored by him.

Annan knew many women, and the ladies and ladies at the banquet were always around him, and the blonde women were no better than them in appearance.

The head of the camp learned that Annan had let go of the woman and said nothing.

The Gold Diggers are a bunch of realistic guys. They will kill their best friends for profit, but they will not even deal with their enemies when there is no profit - the blonde woman proves that she is not a vampire, so let him be, there is no need to offend the nobles for a woman.

Annan followed Furas to the tavern. It's not evening yet, but the diggers who have gained something have already started to celebrate. Of course, there were no girls in the tavern in the old land, so some female gold diggers who wanted to make extra money took the job part-time, and their rough shouts and swear words and meat jokes made Annan cover Lily's ears.

Leaving the elementals out of the door, Annan asked for two glasses of wine each for Fras and Farias.

"Why did the nezumi leave before?" He asked.

"This is Bakar's plan...... It's the leader here. Frass replied.

"The Gold Diggers and the Leader?"

Frass told Annan that the gold diggers who haunted the devastated lands would gather for common dangers and interests. For example, a lone Gold Nugger can't infiltrate Solren High City, but all the Gold Nuggers will always think of a way when they get together.

The nezumi movement during the day is really related to them.

"How?"

Frass hesitated, but implied a subtle hint that Annan would become his servant himself......

"I don't need a servant." Annan first replied in Frace's disappointment, and then said, "But my floating city will need a resident with special abilities. ”

"I ...... My lord, can I think about it......"

Frass wanted to be a servant of a champion warlock, not an insignificant subject of a city lord.

At this time, the arrival of the camp leader interrupted Fras. He looked around the tavern, sat down in the place that Frass had given up, and invited Annan to join them in their plan.

"How long will it take?" Annan was interested.

"When winter subsides."

Annan said regretfully: "I won't stay here for long. ”

The leader of the camp let go of his worries, believing that Annan was just curious about the gold diggers.

"Then Your Excellency Champion Warlock, what else can we do to help you?"

“…… Where can I find gemstones? ”

"I suggest you try your luck at the museum. We'll be in town again, and you can come with us. ”

As the words fell, Farias showed something strange.

"No problem, but how did you get the nezumi to leave?" Annan couldn't help but be curious.

"You should be wondering how we did it, right? It's actually quite simple, we have an illusionist who uses illusions to lure the nezumi north. ”

"But the nezumi are back."

"It's only partially back."

Annan understood how they had accomplished their plan: to use time to lure the nezumi of the hills to the north.

So they won't start until spring.

The leader of the camp sat for a while and left, and Annan did not stay long, ready to settle the bill and go out.

"Lord Bakar says you don't have to spend money at the camp."

It seems that the leader of the camp regarded Annan as another young genius - prideful and face-conscious.

Lest the Count and the others on the other side of the hill be discovered, Annan did not leave, but stayed in a tent next to the tavern.

After the earth elemental guarded the door, Annan asked, "What did you find?" ”

Farias whispered, "Your Excellency Annan, the legacy that the Count told me is in the museum. ”

"Looks like we don't need to make excuses."

As night fell, Annan put away the cards and let Fermi and Farias go to the tent next door to rest. Add a few pieces of firewood to the stove to burn until the next day, and start today's meditation.

The magic vortex still exudes the restlessness of the previous days, and even echoes like a substantial tidal sound, but it still does not make the qualitative change of Annan becoming an elite.

Annan, frowning, opened his eyes.

Lily jumped up and lay on Annan's arms, purring to soothe him.

Remembering his ridiculous magical affinity and the fact that he had been a warlock for less than two years, Annan let go of the impetuousness that arose from his promotion to the elite - mainly because he had no sense of expectation.

Even if he becomes an elite and can learn the three-ring spells that belong to the elite, Annan can only learn to summon......

"Where's the silly cat?"

"The cat didn't see it." Lily flipped her belly and reached out to flick the buttons on her mage's robes.

The Gold Nuggets camp knew that the two cats were their own, and there was an earth element outside, and Annan was not worried at all. If only you could learn the Mage's Hand after becoming an elite...... With a fantasy in mind, Annan put Lily next to her pillow and fell asleep.

The night by the lake is quiet again, and the sprinkled night seems to dispel the ashes of the old soil.

In the middle of the night, Lily, who heard something, looked up and saw the silly cat burrowing into the tent, and the cat jumped on the bed with disgust.

Lily pasted it, was pushed away by the stupid cat who showed disgust, leaned over to Annan's head, stretched out her cat's paw and slapped his forehead, a trace of pink aura overflowed, and disappeared into the void.

……

On a new day, the rat people around Solren High City moved again, fading north like a tidal wave.

The initiators' gold diggers set out, and Annan followed the team. They quickly cleaned up the scattered nezumi who had not been lured away, and Lisso couldn't even kill Fermi.

Getting a map from Frass, Annan hurried straight to the museum, which sits on a hill.

Fermi said again that they were being watched, and Annan didn't care, because today he was going to do nothing.

Annan summoned some elements for Fermi to take to the museum, and sat in front of the shop window opposite Lily with him.

The view here is good, just in time to see the rat colony disappear into the northern hills. Then, over time, it came from the north.

The diggers under the hill were retreating, and Annan didn't move as Lily was napping on his lap.

The rats climbed over the hills, getting closer and closer to the high city of Solren. Fermi and the others hurried out of the museum, halted by the silent gesture of Annan's fingers.

Because Lily was still lying on his lap.

"Lord Annan! Aren't you leaving! ”

As if he hadn't seen Annan, Flas ran back and woke Lily with a shout.

Lily, stretching her languid body, raised her head and looked at Annan, who was bowing her head.

"If you don't get up, we're going to be eaten by rats."

(End of chapter)