"What does this mean? A half-anonymous letter..." Li Shuyi thought it over. "It doesn't seem hostile toward us."
Bai Xiaowen grunted in agreement and waved the scrawny gnoll away.
The gnoll was not only weak but also dim-witted, making communication nearly impossible. Out of respect for whoever had sent the letter, Bai Xiaowen could hardly use a Heart-Confounding Talisman to search the messenger's memories.
"Xiao Wen, who do you think sent it?" Li Shuyi asked.
"I'm not sure, but whoever it is, they're no ordinary person," Bai Xiaowen said. "They seem to know where I'm headed... Only the higher-ups in Camelot and among the Orcs would know that. But if it were someone from either side, they wouldn't need to contact me so secretively."
"Could it be a mysterious organization we've never heard of?" Li Shuyi asked.
"Very possibly."
Bai Xiaowen put away the scale and exhaled. "No point dwelling on it... This mission is only B+ Tier difficulty. Judging by that, the mysterious organization probably doesn't mean us much harm. Otherwise, the difficulty would be A Tier or higher. Of course, I won't judge by difficulty alone. We'll be careful when we get there."
The rest of the journey passed without incident. The two took a teleportation array to the Kingdom of Camelot, politely declined an invitation to a banquet, then headed straight north toward the Pale Swamp.
A deathly white mist hung over the Pale Swamp.
The mist chilled them to the bone, as though it were steadily draining the heat from their bodies. Walking through the swamp exhausted them, and their stamina showed no sign of recovering.
"Pale Swamp... That name sounds familiar," Li Shuyi said.
"Mm. The central region of Dead Spirit Lake Treasure Ground Space was called the Pale Mire. The names mean pretty