"Before Gilbert left, he asked us to take good care of you." Devitt sat down on the edge of the bed, he said, "Why do you think he's so worried? You're a member of our reconnaissance team, of course we will take care of you."
Hearing Devitt's words, tears quickly gathered in Austin's eyes.
He raised his hand to pick up the hamburger on the plate and chewed it bit by bit.
"If you can eat, then I don't have to worry too much." Devitt stood up and said, "After breakfast, quickly come and gather with the soldiers. We'll wait for you."
"Thank you, Captain Devitt." Austin said in a choked voice.
"It's nothing. Didn't I tell you? It's a matter of course." Devitt said with a relaxed smile.
After saying this, Devitt unlocked the door, turned around, and left.
Austin chewed the hamburger in his mouth, holding back his tears.
What made him hold back his tears was the promise he made with Gilbert when they were resting outside the camp.
"I must pull myself together."
At eight o'clock in the morning, all the soldiers gathered outside the hotel.
After paying the bill, Claremont also walked out of the door and gathered with the main group.
"This boss is really stingy. Gilbert broke his broken door, and he wants to charge us ten silver coins. That door can't be more than three silver coins." Claremont said angrily.
"Forget it. Anyway, our journey is coming to an end." Devitt said.
"Speaking of which, my purse is getting lighter and lighter. What if we don't have enough money on the way back?" Claremont curled his lips and asked.
"Let's go borrow Abel's money." Devitt said with a smile.
"What?" Abel, who had been standing on the side and smiling happily, immediately distanced himself from the two people in front of him after hearing this.
"Don't worry. I'll do the math for you..." after being reminded by Devitt, a trace of sunshine immediately appeared on Claremont's gloomy face. He put his arm around Abel's shoulder and talked with him about the twists and turns along the journey.
In the end, Abel reluctantly agreed to share the money that Devitt and Claremont requested.
The group of people chatted and laughed as they walked to the end of the main street. In front of them was the location of the teleportation array.
"Amazing!" a soldier looked at the barrier around the teleportation array and took a deep breath.
"There are magic runes carved on the walls here." an elven soldier said to his colleague as he looked around.
"But I can't understand these runes." an elven soldier said, puzzled.
"Of course, we're all learning intermediate spells. How can we understand high-level runes?" another elven soldier immediately replied.
"I see."
Whenever there was a situation where there was magic involved, it was usually Abel who would come forward to discuss it.
Devitt and Claremont just needed to follow behind him and put on an imposing manner.
Abel and the person in charge of the front desk used professional terms that Devitt and Claremont did not understand for a long time. Finally, they settled on the matter of the scouts riding on the teleportation array.
"Ten gold coins." said the person in charge as he counted.
Anyone could understand this sentence. Claremont's reaction in this area was as outstanding as ever. "What?!"
The person in charge leaned on his desk and lowered his head. He did not pay attention to Claremont's reaction.
Claremont's expression became bitter. He suggested to the two people beside him, "Why don't we walk up the mountain? If we bid ten gold coins here, we would really have nothing."
"It doesn't matter." Abel shook his head and said helplessly, "Aren't we travel together? The money will still be enough for us to return the edge of the island."
Claremont looked at Devitt and Abel and compromised, "Alright. I'll follow your decision."
Recently, there seemed to be a lot of people using the teleportation array. The scouts lined up until three o'clock in the afternoon before their turn came.
The soldiers spent their nap time in the hall.
"Each of you, please stand at the designated point marked in the array." a middle-aged man wearing a mage robe commanded.
After seeing that everyone was ready, the middle-aged man poured his spiritual power into the pillar in front of the formation.
"Clang!"
An orange light covered the sight of every soldier.
In the next moment, the reconnaissance team arrived at the top of the mountain. The only thing that surrounded them was the grass that was covered in snow.
"How did we get up here?" a soldier asked in disbelief. As he spoke, he touched his hands to make sure that he was still intact.
"This is such an impressive spell." even the elven soldiers exclaimed.
"Everyone, follow me forward." Abel commanded the people behind him.
At ten o'clock at night, a teleportation array would appear at the place where they appeared to bring them back.
"There are less than seven hours left. Can we find the clues to the disappearance of the dwarfs?" Devitt asked worriedly.
"No matter how fast we speed up, it will still take us two hours to get from here to the dwarves' estate." Abel replied.
Right now, everyone was only thinking about one thing, and that was to move forward!
Under Abel's leadership, the soldiers circled around the mountain road. Finally, they arrived at an inconspicuous cave entrance.
Abel stopped in his tracks and pushed aside the grass near the cave entrance.
He discovered a passageway that only allowed one person to pass through.
"Are we going in from here?" Claremont asked.
"Yes. The new home of the dwarven craftsman is inside." Abel said.
Devitt sized up the Caradia soldiers and said, "Can we only leave the soldiers' luggage and armor here?"
"Yes. Otherwise, we won't be able to pass through this cave." Abel nodded and instructed the elven soldiers to put down the luggage on their shoulders. "Just cover these luggage with the grass at the entrance of the cave so that they won't get wet by the snow."
"Yes." After hesitating for a while, Devitt also asked the soldiers to take off their armor and put down their weapons.
He was originally worried that if they could not return the way they came from, they would not able to take back these things.
However, seeing that Abel was confident, Devitt dispelled the doubts in his heart.
Everyone followed Abel and slowly squeezed into the tunnel built by the dwarves.
"Are the dwarven craftsmen so worried that others will come and disturb them?" a soldier said. "They built such a hidden place as a new residence."
"I heard that the personality of the dwarf race is quite reclusive." a soldier replied.
"But this is too difficult to get in and out. We are the ones who came to save them." a soldier said, "Why is the dust in this tunnel so thick? How long has it been since someone came?"