"And didn't you hear how that blacksmith described the man? His neck kept twitching. Isn't that exactly the symptom those zombies in the Hidden Valley District sewers have?"
On the mist-shrouded street, Kazmir's tail lashed uneasily, his voice full of disgust.
"So that guy called Zachary must be infected like them. There's no brain in his skull, only mushrooms." He frowned, and that painful scene surfaced in his mind again.
"Don't let him suddenly make his head explode like Vite did."
He pointed at his own head. "I don't want to experience the feeling of mushrooms about to sprout in here again."
"It'll take at least five or six days to get back to Fernandez from here. If I really get infected by that damn thing here, mushrooms will probably burst out from between my horns before I even see the floating island."
"Getting scared again? You sure agreed readily enough when we came."
Ulag gave a disdainful snort. "Didn't that blacksmith brother say it? That guy can even talk to mushrooms."
"That means he definitely hasn't turned into a brainless zombie like the sewer guy did."
"You think not becoming a zombie but squatting in the mud to chat with mushrooms is something worth celebrating?" Kazmir rolled his eyes and retorted without mercy.
Ulag: "..."
He opened his mouth, trying to find a suitable rebuttal, but after turning it over in his head, he realized that chatting with mushrooms on the ground really was not something a normal person would do.
Kazmir continued, "Also, the carriage we left outside town is fairly spacious. We can load two barrels of ale onto it when we leave. I took a sniff last night—the ale really does smell good."
At those words, Ulag's eyes instantly lit up.
"You horned bastard can tell