"How was it, Bell? Have you figured anything out from your observations these past few days?"
Hermione took the Personal Terminal Bell handed over. It displayed an aerial view of an orc tribe. As her finger slid across the screen, the image kept changing, showing scenes from different tribes.
"Mm... I can't really say. I guess I understand them a little better than before?"
Bell said hesitantly.
"But no matter what, we've at least mapped out all their locations. When the time comes, we can show these surveillance feeds directly to Nairuila. He'll probably be able to glean more information from them."
Bell had come to terms with it by now. He was no folklorist to begin with; what he excelled at was analyzing magical materials and crafting magical artifacts.
Now that he had planted the eyes, the rest could be left to the professionals.
"Wait! Shanna, look at the plants on that mountain. Don't they seem a little strange?"
Suddenly, Bell caught sight of something unusual on an isolated mountain in the distance from the corner of his eye.
Though he was not particularly knowledgeable about plants, he had spent the past few days following his sister as she surveyed the various plants across this grassland. When it came to the flora here, he could barely count himself as half an expert.
So while he could not pinpoint exactly what was wrong, the vegetation on that mountain gave him an inexplicable sense that something was off.
"Where? Let me see."
As the group's Potion Master and Herbology expert, Shanna had always handled anything related to plants. She followed the direction of her Gege's finger and looked over. After examining it closely for a while, her delicate brows furrowed.
"Something really is off. Let's go take a look."
As she