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"I guessed as much." Elise stared at Anse's face meaningfully.

Given Anse's reputation and charisma, as long as he spoke, those Adventurers would never dare defy him.

After growing six wings, Anse's charm seemed to have become even more astonishing. No matter where he appeared, he immediately became the center of attention.

"Let's go. Sergei is waiting for us." Anse flew downward, reaching the edge of the pit in mere seconds and kicking up a fierce gust.

Elise blinked, startled by his acceleration. This was completely unlike the usual medium- to large-sized winged creatures.

On the other side, Sergei was even more astonished. He did not know why, but after Anse went in and came back out, he felt like he had become a completely different person.

He was extremely curious, but it was not his place to ask. After silently studying the magnificent dragon wings for a few moments, he began explaining the distribution of personnel and spoils to Anse.

The spoils were rather meager. These Undead truly had nothing worthwhile on them. Even if they did, they should have been on Milkor, that high-ranking Cleric. The corpse was still in Black Tower Prison, and Anse had not yet had time to examine it.

He casually put several weapons, pieces of armor, and Money Pouches into the Dragonhide Pouch. "I'm planning to go down and take a look. Are you coming with me?"

"Of course." Sergei waved behind him, and two Adventurers who had been closely watching the situation hurried over, one sturdy and one tall.

The tall, sturdy man had a rugged face covered by a thick beard. He wore chainmail, carried a shield on his left arm and a longsword in his right hand, had several Javelins slung across his back, and three throwing axes tucked at