"How is it? Any leads?"
Fischer, dressed in tattered rags, was sweating so badly his brow was drenched. Yet he had no mind at all to tend to the face and appearance he usually cared so much about.
The energy that had suddenly erupted earlier had been truly terrifying. Though it had lasted only an instant, it had nearly sliced the entire continental shelf beneath the Nelanther Isles in two.
While searching for clues to his Boss's whereabouts, he had watched four undersea volcanoes erupt in succession. The island chain, already battered by catastrophe, had gained several new volcanic islands, while the immense quantities of ash hurled into the clouds turned the sky a murky gray. Even the unceasing rain carried the stench of sulfur.
Though he had always held an inexplicable confidence in his Boss's combat strength, even he could not help wavering before such terrifying might.
He could scarcely imagine where Zelandia's future would lead if the Boss had simply vanished like that.
Oh! If Igg and Garvin find out I lost the Boss, they'll definitely kill me. No! Garvin will definitely imprison me in the Mind Corridor and make me endure endless nightmares.
At the thought of Garvin's utterly bizarre psionic spells, Fischer felt as though his skull were about to split apart.
Huozi, whose expression was equally grave, shook his head. Then both of them looked toward the "fishman" Remlu nearby.
"Gululu, gululu-lulu."
Remlu spread her two clawed fins and rattled off a long speech.
Fischer could only turn his blank, helpless gaze back to Huozi.
Even though he was a Mage, after all these years he still had not learned the foreign language known as "Fishman."
It was not because Fishman was too complex, but because it was too primitive and too simple. It had