In the temporary camp, a campfire crackled.
The cook brought specially by Tyrion played a great role.
Make the food fragrant and delicious.
The delicious food restored everyone's mood a lot.
Gathering around the campfire, Tyrion recalled the previous scene and shuddered subconsciously, "Madam, do you think that was caused by Necromancy?"
Triss held a roasted chicken leg in his hand, biting it in small bites very gracefully.
After hearing what the short businessman said, he put down the chicken leg and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.
"Necromancy is a forbidden spell. Even a skilled warlock cannot cast it at will, because once Necromancy is released, a large amount of magic power needs to be absorbed, which may cause irreparable losses."
"Aretuza Academy and Ban Ade College have also eliminated Necromancy from the required courses long ago."
"Furthermore, as far as I know, the effect caused by Necromancy is not like this."
Aretuza Academy and Ban Ade Academy are respectively the most famous magic academies on the mainland.
An existence comparable to Hogwarts.
Among them, Aretuza Academy only accepts female students.
Ban Ade College, on the other hand, only accepts male students.
Even the knowledgeable sorceress couldn't give an idea. Tyrion's face became even more ugly.
"I have heard before that in this land, many forests are older than the elves."
"Now I believe it. No wonder the businessmen of Cidaris gave up the navigation rights of the Adalatte River to us without even protesting."
Although he didn't say it out loud, looking at Tyrion's face, the short businessman clearly regretted participating in this action.
Marillion looked strange. He opened his mouth several times and seemed to be hesitating whether he should say anything.
Finally he couldn't help but speak.
"Actually... when I was still in Oxenfurt University, I once heard a terrible legend about the forest."
A caravan guard with a beard on his face said with obvious displeasure, "Hey, now is not the time to talk about this, is it? I don't even look at the place."
Another caravan guard, who was much younger, joked, "What does it matter? Let's talk about it."
Some people want to hear it, some people don't want to hear it.
But overall, there are still many people who want to listen.
So Marillion cleared his throat and said mysteriously.
"It is said that a long time ago, an ancient race came to this world through Conjunction of the Spheres. Their race is quite special. They need to prey on intelligent creatures everywhere and absorb their souls in order to obtain the energy to continue to exist in reality."
"Any intelligent creature swallowed by them will disappear from this world."
The much younger caravan guard looked disappointed.
"That's it? Isn't this nonsense? They have all been eaten, but will they disappear from the world?"
The bard plucked the strings, and he shook his head.
"No, it's not what you think. The person who is swallowed will not only disappear physically, but will disappear in the true sense, including all traces of his past existence. His family, friends, and lovers will all forget his existence."
"It's as if he never existed."
The people sitting around the campfire looked at each other and were sweating profusely.
In order to cover up their inner fear and guilt, people rushed to refute.
"You..."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"You said that you would hunt, kill, and eat. I believe all of this, but you said that you could erase even the traces of your existence. This is absolutely impossible!"
"Most of the legends are true or false. It is mentioned in the legend that demon hunters are monsters without blood and tears..."
Someone next to him immediately reminded him dissatisfiedly, and gestured with his eyes to the witcher who was also sitting by the campfire without saying a word: "Hey!"
The man said loudly.
"Why, I haven't finished talking yet... I mean, legend has it that the witcher is a monster without blood and tears, but the lives of everyone here today were saved by the master witcher, which means the legend is not necessarily right."
He raised his cup. "Here's to the Master Demon Hunter!"
People also toasted together.
After a round of drinking, Ser Royce put down his glass and stood up.
"Everyone, I have to feed my beloved horse. The journey ahead is still long. Please excuse me and leave first."
Triss said with a smile, "You don't need to trouble Sir Sir to do this kind of thing himself, why can't you let your subordinates do it for you?"
Ser Royce gave a knightly salute to Triss: "Besides myself, I only trust the two followers who have been following me for taking care of the horses."
"It's a pity that I forgot to bring them out this time. As for the other subordinates, it is one thing to let them kill the enemy bravely, but it is another thing to take care of the horses."
After Ser Royce left, the atmosphere around the campfire became lively again.
But someone noticed that the witcher had remained silent.
"Master, why don't you speak?"
Lynn took a sip of water and said:
"Everyone, we are not out of danger yet. We have to walk for at least a few days before we can leave the forest. We don't know what dangers are waiting for us ahead."
"It's taboo to open champagne at halftime. It's better to finish your meal quickly and take some time to rest. It's better to start early and go as far as you can before dark."
The demon hunter's words silenced everyone.
But no one is complaining that witchers can't read the air.
Because what Lynn said is true.
They haven't even passed today yet.
I feel like everything is going well, which is indeed a bit too early to be happy.
So no one spoke anymore.
Everyone just ate lunch in silence.
After eating and drinking enough, Lynn left the campfire. He found a place nearby, sat on the ground, and entered a meditative state.
Triss also put down the wooden bowl in his hand.
But she didn't leave.
Instead, he sat by the campfire and absorbed the magic power from the flames.
She is allergic to potions containing magic, so she cannot restore her lost magic power through magic potions.
Drawing magic from fire is one of the ways she can replenish her magic.
Seeing that the witcher and the sorceress were starting to rest, everyone else hurriedly finished eating and took the time to rest.
After resting in place for an hour, the team set off again.
The formation was the same as before, with Ser Royce and 4 soldiers walking in the front, 6 soldiers in the back, protecting the demon hunter, sorceress and 5 caravan guards in the middle.
The climate in the forest is unbearably hot, humid and dull, making it hard to breathe.
Everyone's mood became obviously irritable.
The much younger caravan guard couldn't help but complain.
"It would be nice if there was a bard accompanying me. I would be willing to pay for the ballads no matter how bad they are."
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