On the fourth day, when they entered the southwest, they still found no trace of the flamingos.
At present, only the final area remained unexplored: the easternmost end of the gentle slope. Judging from the terrain, it was a low-lying area resembling a small basin, and it was their last hope.
If the flamingos still did not appear there, they would have to return to the Adventurers' Guild. Missions that could not be completed within the deadline had to be reported to the guild as soon as possible; otherwise, there would be severe penalties, which would greatly affect their future reputation with the Adventurers' Guild.
Along the way, Leo had made some progress in archery. He could already use his longbow to shoot small animals such as rabbits and pheasants.
Leo's love for archery had originally been a reluctant choice. As a minor noble, he truly did not want to wield weapons and fight others at close quarters, so he had ultimately taken up the bow instead.
However, Leo's archery was already quite good. After all, he had been using a bow for less than a year, and hitting stationary targets was no problem for him. What he lacked was practical experience.
Of course, none of the three of them had been idle either—for example, the three of them had worked together to kill a wild boar...
"This is the last day. If we don't find any flamingos today, we have to go back!" Mirai said as he packed away the tent, speaking to the four who were gathering their luggage.
"Actually, even if we don't go back, I don't really care about the Adventurers' Guild's punishment..." Re Cheng knew that these past few days, the four of them had truly been having fun. They had even rediscovered the joys