In the familiar camp, Yano felt an itch in his right hand and could hardly sit still.
Suddenly, he sensed a watchful gaze. It came from the swamp—the Little Crocodile from before was floating in the water, secretly peeking at him.
The man and crocodile locked eyes, staring wide-eyed at each other before both fearfully withdrawing their gazes.
It seemed both sides had misunderstood something.
Only after Chen Yu slid down the Slime passage with a "shloop" did Yano hurriedly rise to greet his tiny boss, setting the clay jar and grass paper from his arms onto the stone table.
"Boss, Miss Seja asked me to bring these to you. I heard from the Lizardfolk of the tribe that she and that brave Lizardfolk lady headed for the snow mountain before the torrential rain arrived."
Chen Yu bounced over, split apart a small Slime that had been working outside, then secreted another small Slime and had it jump into Yano's arms to communicate.
"Seja gave me a letter?"
Come to think of it, he had not seen that foolish shaman in a long time since she had left the territory.
Of course, the time they encircled and suppressed the Corrupted Lizardfolk did not count. After all, he had never shown himself.
Once Yano helped spread out the grass paper, Chen Yu curiously lowered his head to look.
On the crude paper pressed from tough aquatic-grass fibers, several lines of Demihuman writing had been scrawled crookedly in charcoal. Beside them was a tiny smiling face—it looked somewhat like a malnourished Slime.
The letter was very simple:
"Envoy:"
"Gray Grit Crystals for you."
"Seja is weak. Become stronger!"
"Going to the snow mountain with big sister. Back soon."
"—Seja"
Chen Yu blinked as he finished reading the crooked little words, and suddenly