I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 129 My body can't take it anymore

Talia didn't return until the tavern on the first floor closed.

Wilder went upstairs and knocked on her door once, but as expected, no one answered.

If she were in a hotel, she would definitely have gone downstairs to eat during this time.

Where did she go?

Wilder could only think of one unlikely possibility.

She went back to her hometown.

Talia was clearly not a native of Ironweave Town; neither her accent nor her pale blue eyes belonged to this place.

But where did she come from?

As he pondered these thoughts, he finished his third glass of ale that night, which was already his limit.

There's a limit to how much alcohol one can drink, and there's also a limit to how long one can wait.

It was already late at night.

Wilder had to go upstairs to sleep to ensure he got enough rest for tomorrow's tasks.

Taking responsibility for the team is an essential professional ethic for adventurers.

He got up from his seat and walked somewhat drunkenly toward the stairs.

"Wild".

Ella, who was clearing the table, called out to him.

"Miss Ella, what is it?" Wilder asked.

"Hmm, Ella knew perfectly well who Wilder was waiting for. Although she didn't like that girl, she couldn't help but want to do something."

"If Talia comes back in a little while, I'll have her look for you."

"Thanks." Wilder nodded.

"There's one more thing."

Ella suddenly said, "Business has been good at the store lately, and the boss gave me a raise."

"Congratulations." Wilder didn't understand why she suddenly said that.

"I'm saving money!"

The usually fiery Ella seemed somewhat embarrassed at this moment, "I'll have five gold coins soon!"

Wilder: "?"

Is Ella going to buy dragon scales too?

The strong effects of the ale surged up again, and Wilder could no longer hold on; he might fall asleep at any moment.

He nodded reluctantly to Ella and didn't ask any further questions.

He then returned to his room on the second floor, lay down on the bed, and immediately fell asleep.

As expected, Wilder woke up late the next morning.

Without even having time to wash up, he knocked on the door of the next room before rushing downstairs.

Still no one answered.

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Talia didn't come back all night?

A very ominous thought suddenly occurred to him.

she----

They won't go to the border forest, will they?

At his suggestion, Talia hasn't gone to the association to pick up any missions for a long time.

But the last time she didn't come home all night, and when she appeared in front of his door in the morning, she had gone to the border forest, and was going to the interior to find a kind of dog that could breathe fire.

This time, he hadn't even returned by morning.

I hope not.

Hopefully she's gone back to her hometown.

Wilder walked to the first floor of the hotel in a daze, and Ella immediately came to greet him.

"Wilde, Talia shouldn't be back yet; no one has knocked on the door all night."

"I understand, thank you."

After thanking her, Wilder ordered several more servings of bread and meat strips to take away.

One portion was taken for breakfast on the road, and the rest was packed into my backpack as dry food.

"Aww~"

Bruce, who was following behind him, let out a low growl.

I almost forgot about you.

Wilder ordered an extra portion of the leftover roasted pork ribs from last night.

After grabbing his things, he hurriedly headed to the town gate to meet up.

Despite riding Bruce as fast as he could, Wilder was still half an hour late.

Everyone else has arrived.

"Sorry I'm late," he said apologetically.

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According to the high school homeroom teacher, if one person is delayed by half an hour, and there are five people in the team, that's two and a half hours!

Fortunately, none of the team members had attended high school in this world, so they all forgave Wilder and didn't take it seriously at all.

In fact, Cyrion had only been there a short time.

"Little one, you don't look too good. You're obviously not getting enough sleep."

Gru grinned. "You're late for the same reason as Cyrion, aren't you?"

"What's wrong with Cyril?" Wilder didn't react.

"Cough cough."

Cyrion blushed. "Don't listen to Gru's nonsense."

Wilder understood immediately.

It's gotten this far!

"What's wrong with saying this?"

Gru chuckled and said, "But Cyrion is almost thirty, it's normal that his body can't handle it. Wilder, you're only eighteen!"

"You're the one whose body can't take it!" Cyrion cursed.

"I did it all last night!" Gru grinned. "Look at me!"

"Cyrion, have you forgotten?"

Lyle chimed in at the opportune moment, "This guy only lasts a minute, of course he won't get tired."

"Oh, that's true." Cyrion nodded in satisfaction.

"Lyle, how did you find out too?!"

Gru blurted it out, then immediately covered his mouth again.

Saying this is tantamount to admitting a fact that has been circulating for a minute.

Cyrion and Lyle laughed, and Joffrey, standing to the side, also wore a gentlemanly smile.

"Wild, what are they talking about?"

Maeve nudged Wilder quietly, "What's wrong with your body? — Do they have to do part-time jobs at night?"

"Well----"

Wilder looked into Maeve's innocent and inquisitive eyes, unsure how to answer.

In the end, he could only nod vaguely.

"The seniors are really hardworking."

She clenched her little fist again, as if to encourage herself, "Maeve has to work herself to exhaustion every night from now on!"

Wilder:

They joked and waved for a while.

The team set off a full hour later than expected.

Lyle and Joffrey, as the team members with the highest perception and agility, set off first as usual.

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The former scouts the way ahead, while the latter surveys the left and right.

Of the remaining four, Cyrion and Gru walked side by side in front, with Maeve and Wilder following behind.

Bruce covered the rear.

Wilder actually wanted to ride Bruce, which was the main reason he befriended him.

But at this point, apart from Lyle and Joffrey, there were exactly four people walking together in the group.

If he were riding Bruce again, especially with a staff in his hand—

Just like the four characters in the story.

Wilde Tang Sanzang thus acquired a noble surname.

This mission is located in Zone R, which is much farther than usual, almost touching the edge of the forest.

It's about a four-hour walk.

Before we knew it, it was noon.

Despite being the smallest, Gru was surprisingly broad-shouldered and was actually the first to feel hungry.

I said—

He exclaimed, "Why don't we rest for a while and have lunch? We need to have the energy to fight the monsters!"

Wilder, still immersed in the perspective of the four disciples, immediately discovered the candidate for Pigsy.

"no."

Cyrion shook his head. "Lyle and Joffrey are still on their way. If we stop abruptly, they might not be able to find us."

"They're fast on their feet; they'll find us in just a few more steps."

Gru continued speaking, but did not stop walking.

As the captain, Cyrion still commands respect within the squad.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the tree canopy above them.

Lyle seemed to hear Gru's call and suddenly returned to the group from a distance.

"Lyle, are you hungry too—"

Lyle interrupted him, saying in a low voice, "We've discovered the Two-Headed Titan."

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