"Let us take good care of you before Gilbert leaves." DeWitt sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "Why do you think he is so worried? You belong to our investigation team, and we will take care of you. It’s a matter of course for us.”
Austiner heard DeWitt's words, tears quickly gathered in his eyes again.
He raised his hand to pick up the hamburger on the plate, and gnawed on it bit by bit.
"If I can eat, then I don't have to worry too much." DeWitt stood up and said, "After breakfast, come and gather with the soldiers. We'll wait for you."
"Thank you, Captain DeWitt," Austin said in a choked voice.
"It's nothing, didn't I tell you? It's a matter of course." DeWitt said with a relaxed smile.
After saying this, DeWitt turned the lock on the door, turned and left.
Austiner chewed the burger in his mouth, holding back his tears.
What made him hold back his tears was the previous agreement with Gilbert when he was resting outside the camp.
"You have to pull yourself together."
At eight o'clock in the morning, all the soldiers assembled outside the hotel gate.
After Claremont paid the bill, he also walked outside the door and assembled with the brigade.
"This boss is really black-hearted. Gilbert broke his broken door, and he actually wanted to charge us ten silver coins. It is impossible for that door to exceed three silver coins." Claremont said angrily.
"Forget it, this road is coming to an end anyway," DeWitt said.
"Anyway, my purse is getting lighter and lighter, what should I do if I don't have enough money on the way back?" Claremont curled his lips and said.
"Go and rub Abel." DeWitt said with a smile.
"What?" Abel was standing aside and smiling happily. After hearing this sentence, he immediately distanced himself from the two people in front of him.
"Don't hide, I'll do the math for you." As soon as Devitt reminded Claremont, a ray of sunshine appeared on his face full of worries, and he hugged Abel's shoulders, talking to him about the twists and turns along the way. twists and turns.
In the end, Abel reluctantly agreed to the money sharing that DeWitt and the others requested.
A group of people walked to the end of the main street, talking and laughing, and the teleportation array was right in front of them.
"Awesome!" A soldier looked at the enchantment around the teleportation array and took a deep breath.
"Spell runes are carved everywhere on the walls here." An elf soldier said to his colleagues while looking around.
"But I can't understand these runes." An elf soldier puzzled.
"Of course, all of us are learning middle-level spells, how can we understand high-level runes." The elf soldier responded immediately.
"I see."
Whenever there is such an occasion where spells and the like are required to participate, it is usually Abel who comes forward to negotiate.
All DeWitt and Claremont had to do was follow behind him, looking imposing.
Abel and the person in charge of the front desk chatted for a long time using technical terms that DeWitt and Claremont didn't understand, and finally agreed on the matter of the scouts taking the teleportation array.
"Ten gold coins." The person in charge said after comparing the numbers.
This sentence can be understood by anyone, and Claremont's reaction in this regard is as prominent as ever: "What?!"
The person in charge was lying on his desk with his head down. Claremont's reaction was ignored.
Claremont's face turned bitter, and he suggested to the two people around him: "Why don't we go up the mountain. If we buy another ten gold coins here, we really have nothing."
"It's okay." Abel shook his head and said helplessly, "Aren't we together? If we just go back to the edge of the island, the money is still enough."
Claremont looked at DeWitt and Abel, and compromised: "Okay. I will abide by the decision you made."
There seem to be a lot of people using the teleportation array recently. The scouts and their team didn't get their turn until three o'clock in the afternoon.
The soldiers spent their nap time in the hall.
"Every one of you, please stand at the designated point marked in the formation." A middle-aged man wearing a mage's robe commanded.
After seeing that everyone was ready, the middle-aged man poured his spiritual power into the pillar in front of the magic circle.
"Bang!"
An orange light covered every soldier's sight.
In the next moment, the scouting team arrived at the top of the mountain. All that surrounds them is grass covered with falling snow.
"How did we get here?" A soldier asked in disbelief. As he spoke, he touched his hands to confirm that he was still intact.
"There is such a spell." Even the elf soldiers exclaimed.
"Everyone, follow me forward." Abel directed to the people behind him.
At ten o'clock in the evening, a teleportation array will appear again where they appeared to take them back.
"There are less than seven hours left now. Can we find clues to the disappearance of the gnomes?" DeWitt worried.
"No matter how fast you speed up, it will take two hours from here to the territory where the dwarves are located." Abel responded.
Now there is only one thing on everyone's mind, and that is to move forward!
Under the leadership of Abel, the soldiers circled on the mountain road. Finally arrived at an inconspicuous hole.
Abel stopped and pushed aside the grass near the entrance of the cave.
A passageway for only one person was found.
"Go in here?" Claremont asked.
"Well, the new home of the dwarf craftsman is here." Abel said.
DeWitt looked at the soldiers of Calradia, and said, "Soldiers' luggage and armor can only be left here?"
"Well. Otherwise, it should be impossible to pass through this hole." Abel nodded, while instructing the elf soldiers to put down the luggage on their shoulders: "Just cover these luggage with the grass at the hole, so as not to be stained by snow. wet."
"Hmm." After some hesitation, DeWitt also called on the soldiers of Calradia to take off their armor and put down their weapons.
He was originally worried that if they couldn't go back the same way, they probably wouldn't be able to take these things away.
But seeing Abel's confident look, DeWitt dispelled his doubts.
Everyone followed Abel and squeezed into the corridor built by the dwarves.
"Are the dwarf craftsmen so worried about others disturbing them?" A soldier said, "They built such a secluded place as their new residence."
"I heard that the temperament of the dwarves is like this, they are very secluded from the world." A soldier replied.
"But it's too difficult to get in and out. We are the ones who came to rescue them." A soldier said, "Why is the dust so thick in this tunnel? How long has no one been here?"
(end of this chapter)