At the sight of the Church's Dragon Cavalry appearing on the horizon, Hudson's heart leaped into his throat. He dreaded those harbingers of disaster coming after him.
For the sake of his life, while advancing, Hudson casually tossed the damaged Blood Moon Horn into a secluded courtyard, as though he were simply disposing of loot he had misjudged.
Everyone had done something similar before. The king's envoy had promised a generous reward, so while looting, everyone had deliberately kept an eye out for trophies like horns, hoping they might stumble across the legendary "Blood Moon Horn."
The method of identification was very simple: check whether it emitted magical fluctuations. As a notorious evil artifact of the Aslant Continent, it had no need to conceal itself; its magical fluctuations could be sensed from dozens of meters away.
Seeing the Dragon Cavalry land on the next street over, Hudson put on a grave expression and suggested, "Uncle Chers, the Church people landed where we passed through earlier. They may very well be searching for the Blood Moon Horn.
"The king's envoy is also looking for that thing. This matter is far too serious for people like us to handle. We should notify the count as soon as possible!"
Hudson was also helpless about dragging his allies into this. But there was no helping it. Who told them to stumble into such rotten luck?
If Bear Kid had not reacted quickly and snatched back the Blood Moon Horn in time, allowing the Mysterious Compass within Hudson to seal away its aura, the Fifth Army would probably already have been drowning in blood.
Hudson had no idea how long they could keep it hidden. Sealing the Blood Moon Horn did not mean everything was settled; no one could guarantee that it would not be