He had a rough guess as to who had hired them for this mission.
It was probably one of the two sides in Kazdel's civil war.
"You've really got guts, Hoederer."
Ines had some guesses about their employer's identity as well.
Would that Regent really stand by and watch them trade the goods to the other side?
"Once we finish this deal, we can leave Kazdel."
Exploring artificial facilities of unknown ownership was usually highly profitable—
The things inside seemed to have been left behind by an ancient civilization.
Whether they sold them to a Regent, a princess, Victorians, or even Columbians, they could make a great deal of money.
"That's assuming we survive."
The Regent would never tolerate them selling the goods to anyone else.
"We'll deal with that when the time comes."
Hoederer looked toward the cave entrance.
Having learned from their previous experience, he had specifically commissioned a batch of gas masks enchanted with Originium Arts from a battlefield merchant.
According to Ines's observations, those mutated Sarkaz had inhaled something, which had turned them into those grotesque creatures.
"Boss!"
In the camp, the Sarkaz mercenaries called out to their leader again.
"Something else came out!"
They stared at the creature that had emerged from the cave.
"..."
Hoederer turned toward the sound.
Then he saw a tiny creature sitting at the entrance of the cave.
"Hoederer, it's dangerous."
His companion beside him issued a warning.
Ines stared gravely at the little creature's... shadow.
All she could sense from it was a desire for slaughter and bloodshed.
There was nothing else.
It was practically a combat weapon made for battle.
PS: I caught the flu and squeezed out this chapter through a headache.
The Advancing Infected Sarkaz
Inside the underground cave.
The beams of flashlights illuminated the