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Morton was quite surprised by Scarface's magnanimity; he had expected to be scolded or reprimanded.

I'm prepared to be scolded.

To his surprise, the other party was so easy to talk to, which made him think more highly of Scarface.

"Hahaha, as expected of the Alchemist, you truly have great composure."

"Come, come, let's go to my tent and talk while we drink."

He grabbed Scarface's hand and dragged him into the camp.

But Cyril, who had been keeping a close watch, interrupted them.

"Mr. Morton, there's no rush for drinks."

"May I ask how long you've been here?"

The chubby, dark-skinned man, who had been interrupted, released his grip and scratched his nose somewhat awkwardly.

"Uh, you're asking about this?"

"Actually, we came yesterday, since it's relatively close by."

"So we prepared the open space in advance, waiting for your arrival."

Cyril, who was listening attentively, nodded and looked toward the desolate village.

She then asked another question that concerned her:

"Have you sent anyone there to investigate?"

"Have you found any trace of the dead?"

Morton glanced in the direction Cyril pointed and decisively shook his head.

"We sent people, but we didn't find any trace of the dead."

At this point, his brow furrowed deeply:

"We even conducted investigations in the nearby forests."

"In the end, we didn't even see a single wild animal."

"What stands out is its extreme eeriness."

The fat black man's words made Cyril thoughtful.

He recalled some books about the dead that he had read before he left.

These books contain the following sentence: "Where the dead roam, living beings will choose to avoid."

It seems that this is indeed the case.

There must be spirits haunting this place.

Thinking of this, he voiced his guess.

This instantly excited Morton.

"Hahaha, I see. No wonder there wasn't a single wild game around here."

"It's made it impossible for me to even have a proper meal."

"It seems those undead have all hidden themselves; they might even be underground."

Cyril nodded in agreement at Morton's guess.

"Very likely, Mr. Morton."

"According to the records of the dead in the books."

"These undead creatures hate sunlight, especially when the sun is high in the sky."

"Therefore, we usually choose to operate on cloudy or rainy days or at night."

He looked up at the setting sun and solemnly warned:

"The current timeframe is quite dangerous."

"Please be sure to take precautions."

The chubby little man waved his hand dismissively:

"Hahaha, don't worry, we've already stayed here for a night."

"There are naturally lookouts."

"If those undead dare to come out, I won't hesitate to crush them."

Morton cracked his dark fist to demonstrate his authority.

While they were chatting idly.

Noises also came from other directions on the flat ground.

The group looked in that direction.

Three armies, each averaging five or six hundred men, were spotted heading this way.

"Oh dear, it seems the convoys from Oak Town, Iron Drill Fortress, and White Rock City have also arrived."

"This is really going to be very lively."

Morton stretched out his hand to look into the distance, a playful smile on his face.

He took the lead and went over.

"Lord Leonardo da Vinci, let's go over there too."

Cyril's timely reminder brought Scarface, who was gathering intelligence, back to his senses.

"Alright, alright, let's go, let's go."

Following the directions of the three teams, the group quickly reunited with their leader.

"Hahahaha, the Executioner Ryan of Oaktown, the Burning Armor Saimiao of Anvil Keep, and the Eclipse Elaine of Whitestone City."

"They're all big shots in the neighborhood."

The bold Morton stepped forward.

The names and titles of the visitors were mentioned, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

This was clearly a reminder to Scarface, to give him face.

"Hmph! I wondered who it was, but it turns out Blackrock Town sent out you, you old fatso."

"It seems that the once-famous Blackrock Town has no successor."

The speaker was Ryan, the hangman of Oakwood.

He had long, dark green hair, wore a dark green robe, and held a staff inlaid with magic crystals.

His expression was extremely cold and gloomy, making him seem very unapproachable.

This person is clearly a mage.

"Ha~, you're still as sharp-tongued as ever."

"I just don't know if your stinking mouth is as hard as my pillar."

Morton retorted sarcastically, clearly indicating that the two did not get along well.

"Hey you two, we didn't come here to settle things with a fight, did we?"

"Don't start fighting before you've even seen the undead."

"If all else fails, I can become your opponent."

The Burning Armor from Iron Anvil Fortress couldn't stand it any longer.

He crossed his bloodshot arms and stared with bloodshot eyes.

His short, dark red hair stood on end.

Like a volcano about to erupt, it is incredibly powerful.

This immediately stopped the two arguing.

"Hehe~, Brother Sai Miao is still as domineering as ever."

"I really like it!"

Suddenly, a soft, sweet voice sounded from behind Fen Kai.

He felt a hand sliding from his back to his face.

The icy touch sent a chill down his spine.

"Damn Elaine, you're flirting with me again."

Blushing, Fen Kai slapped Elaine's hand away and turned to take several steps back.

As a man who had lived in Chu for millennia, he couldn't stand this kind of teasing.

Seeing that he had successfully tricked them,

Elaine, from Whitestone City, smiled sweetly.

"Hehehe, your expression is so cute~."

Her playful antics instantly drew the attention of everyone present.

The scarred man looked the woman up and down.

I discovered that she was a top-tier beauty.

She not only has a voluptuous figure, but also wears a very revealing fishnet outfit.

And that was paired with her long, wavy purple hair.

She not only appears mature and beautiful, but also exudes charm.

The scarred man was completely dumbfounded.

"Oh dear, why is everyone staring at me like that?"

"Does she want to start a passionate romance with me?"

She tilted her head in confusion, then raised a finger and shook it.

"That won't do. You can only date one person at a time."

"My body can't handle any more."

Elaine's words were very seductive, making everyone present have all sorts of fantasies.

"That's enough, Elaine."

"As the leader of the White Stone City team, how can you be so dissolute?"

"Please watch your words and actions, and do not tarnish the reputation of your city."

Cyril, as a knight, spoke out righteously and sternly to rebuke them.

He was a man of principle and could not bear to see good people fall into depravity.

Therefore, he found Elaine's actions somewhat intolerable.

"Hehe~, what are you saying, Cyril?"

"How is she being promiscuous?"

"This is clearly falling in love with every girl he sees, is that illegal?"

Eclipse Moon's eyes rolled, curving into crescent shapes, as it urged:

"Why don't you come to their camp tonight?"

"Let's discuss this all night and see how to correct it?"

"I'm sure with your hands-on guidance, my speech and behavior will improve by leaps and bounds."

Her words made Cyril's eyebrows twitch with anger.

He couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"You, you......."

"You're utterly unreasonable, humph!"