"Damn it, Leon, didn't I tell you not to keep calling me by my real name when we're outside?"
The thief named Hawk replied unhappily, his gaze still sweeping the surroundings. He was clearly far more careful than his reckless companion.
Leon waved a hand irritably. "Fine, I got it."
"Damn it, the employer died on this trip too. What bad luck. I should've squeezed more gold out of that old lizard."
"That corpse should be worth something..."
Before Hawk could finish, he saw other thieves outside the forest already carrying the corpse away.
Leon had nowhere to vent his anger. He punched a slick oak tree, only to leave his own fingers throbbing with pain as he shook them miserably.
"I thought the Lord of the Swamp might have some good treasure. Turns out it was just a brainless crocodile. We worked for nothing."
"'Miracle' Yano, hmph. That guy is probably a druid behind the scenes."
"That's hard to say. You saw it just now—his perception and warrior skills were simply miraculous. I'd believe it if you said he was a professional."
"Enough, stop wandering around here. That damned undead is still chasing us from behind. It followed us all the way from the Outpost Ruins to here. It sure has patience."
"If it hadn't been setting fires everywhere and turning Death Swamp into a complete mess, we'd have finished the job long ago."
"Undead?"
Chen Yu blinked beneath the water, having heard a fresh word that intrigued him.
And from what they said, the scorched traces Yano had found while exploring south a few days ago seemed to have been left by that undead.
In Chen Yu's imagination, undead were moving skeletons. The more advanced ones simply wore more clothes and equipment, or were strange undead assembled from