"Poof! Poof! ”

The blade of Valyrian steel crumbled into the stone shell, then pierced into the flesh.

Sharma's body then disappeared even the last trace of struggle.

"Whoa."

Lan En drew his Turbidity Greatsword and jumped lightly from the stone shell on Sharma's back, making a small splash.

"Do you know what valuable material this guy has on him?"

Under Gede's dumbfounded gaze, Lan En stuffed the turbidity back into his alchemy leather bag and humbly asked his predecessors for advice.

"You know, I've never seen a monster like this."

As he spoke, the young man reached out and patted Sharma's stone shell, looking left and right at the new strange thing that had finally quieted down.

He'd never seen a monster from the underground, and he'd never been to the South.

Sharma is really new to him.

Gerd licked his lips, and although he had drunk several mouthfuls of dirty water during the battle just now, he still felt his throat dry.

"You just that?"

What is it that glows with a long knife, magic that is cut off by a long knife, and a big sword drawn out of a small pocket?!

"Oh, you're talking about that?"

"Bang Bang-"

Lan En patted the scabbard on his waist with a natural expression.

"These are all new products for Erethusa, enchantments on knives, space expansion packs, and so on. No fuss, Ged, it's just that you haven't been exposed to these emerging technologies for too long. ”

The young man had a 'you're outdated' look on his face.

This made Gerd have to have a feeling: Is this really because he doesn't pay attention to new technology?

But then, the veteran witcher of the Bear School shook his head fiercely and threw this self-reflection into the sky.

I'm a witcher who doesn't even want to be a [Cat's Eye] in order to upgrade my armor for food and clothing, I don't know if the news of these emerging technologies is because I don't work hard?

It's because these things are so expensive that they have nothing to do with me!

New technology is not new, and Gerd believes that those magicians can indeed make great things.

But he couldn't figure out - why was he so rich!?

Could it really be that I'm not working hard enough to have any money for a few days in the industry?

Ged fell into deep thought as he stuffed the popped cotton back into his armor.

"Don't be stunned, man, come and help."

The young man had a dagger with a delicate and ornate bony handle in his hand, and he looked left and right beside Sharma's corpse but did not know where to strike, so he could only turn back and call out to his senior.

"Don't mess with your armor, when we find the drawings, I'll give it to you, and you can wear it if you change it."

As soon as Gede heard this, almost instantly, his originally confused eyes became shining.

"Oh, my dear brother! The most valuable thing about Sharma is the cuticle beneath its crust, and that's up to me! ”

As he spoke, the stout man came to the monster's corpse and began to do so, like a courteous hotel waiter waiting for a tip.

Eventually, Gerd removed five pieces of Sharma's cuticle the size of a normal breastplate, and found a large blue mutation inducer in its body.

These things were eventually stuffed into Lane's alchemy pouch.

Although Gede is as familiar as a dwarf, he knows the rules and is willing to follow them.

This thing was killed by Lan En, and he basically didn't contribute, so the loot should not have his own share, which is very reasonable.

But after the Sharma's head was removed, Len didn't ask for it.

Although Gede said that this thing was made into trophies hanging on the saddle after being taxiderified, and the task reward could be raised to a dozen gold coins in the future.

But Lan En thought about his own financial situation a little, and the weight-bearing capacity that Popai already felt a little hard, and still gave this Sharma trophy to Ged.

This made the big man of the Bear School secretly happy for a while.

"This big hole can only be filled by the people of Sintra after the fact, we are not in the engineering team."

Gede stretched his arms slightly, measured the big hole adjacent to the underground river with his arms, and reluctantly came to a conclusion.

"Of course, we're not going to build walls."

Lan En clasped his hands to his chest, and his head poked in from the edge of the cave to look around.

There were some fluorescent mushrooms growing on the edge of the underground river, but beyond that, it was pitch black, except for the continuous sound of water.

"There shouldn't be many monsters living in the cave of the underground river, it is estimated that all the nearby ones have run in, and when we clean up the mausoleum, the construction team can rest assured that they will come down to work, as long as there is no more Sharma."

In the end, Lane hesitated, as he didn't know Sharma's habits and was not used to jumping to conclusions.

"Probably not, this Sharma is actually a bit against biological habits."

Gerd, who was familiar with the monsters of the South, touched his chin and made an estimate.

"It actually crossed the Yaluga River. This is a very rare occurrence. ”

Could this be a harbinger of some special circumstance? For example, the early warning habits of monsters or something? ”

"Who can tell?" Gede faced Lanne's question, helplessly.

"It may be being encroached upon by something, or it may simply be that its territory has become unsuitable for life due to the weather, or it may be disturbed by the disturbance of Chaos Mana that has disturbed its sense of direction. There's a lot of possibility, and don't expect to find out anything unless you get a warlock to investigate for a long time. ”

Lan En looked up and thought for a moment: "Long-term investigation, I remember that Sintra's royal advisor is a druid?" ”

Gede smiled and clapped his palms: "Yes! Druid! The group of spellcasters who are terrified of talking about protecting the environment! Let's report this to him, and we will be considered to have fulfilled our duties. They're most concerned about this kind of thing. ”

The direction of follow-up treatment was negotiated, and the two were able to continue their work.

The cave and the remains of Sharma were placed here, waiting to be dealt with by an engineering team sent down by the Sintraes.

After dealing with the danger of this water inlet, all that remains is to deal with the most concerned issue - the demon spirit.

The two witchers turned around in the mausoleum and explored the chamber on the other side.

On the way, Rann and Gerd saw the corpses of the men they had been sent down.

That's a couple of royal guards.

They wore a mixture of chain mail and plate armor, which was already the most protective one.

The outer smock of the armor was blue and embroidered with three yellow lions, which were the emblem of Sintra.

Lan lifted the head of a corpse and used his fingers to remove the trap from his helmet, revealing his face.

Suddenly, a disgusting smell rushed out.

The left half of the corpse's face had been soaked in water for the past few days, and it was now sparse.

And the traces of erosion are spreading to the right side of the face.

His eyeballs had become a puddle, and in the iron gloved palms of the corpses, his palms were twisted and taut to resemble chicken feet.

It looked like he was dying horrified and painful.

"It's the demon spirit, your observation is correct."

Lan En put the helmet back into the water as usual.

The corpse's visor was intact, but a fresh and vicious sword wound cut open his entire face.

It was a mark from the weapons in the wives' hands.

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