Number Two's New Identity

Faced with Spark coming up to greet him with a smile, Baduo did not look pleased at all.

As a pure-blooded Dwarf who had started fighting the Empire's Demon Race before he had even grown a beard, how could he possibly have a good impression of demons?

Besides, this diplomatic mission had included one task from the start: to confirm whether the demons in the Northern Territory were enemies or friends.

In other words, these grinning fellows in front of him might well be enemies.

Baduo narrowed his eyes and sized up the Magic Runes on Spark's body, as well as the Half-Demons, Lizardmen, and others behind him.

In the end, his gaze fell on Spark's two human subordinates. Like the other soldiers, their expressions were grave, but there was no fear in their eyes.

They don't seem to have been coerced, Baduo made a preliminary judgment in his heart.

With the principal envoy so openly scrutinizing the other party, the Dwarf deputy envoy had no choice but to hurry forward and begin speaking with Spark on Baduo's behalf, barely smoothing over the awkwardness.

The route Spark had planned for the envoy group avoided the combat zone, so there were no real incidents along the way—only one small episode.

The first time they rested at a Puji Post, the Dwarf deputy envoy accepted Spark's invitation and ate a quick-grown mushroom and meat stew taken from the post's warehouse. Then he lay on the ground crying "Oooh, oooh, oooh."

Baduo, who had been gnawing on the dry rations he had brought with him, thought the deputy envoy had been poisoned. He swung the weapon in his hand, and the gale it stirred up alone flipped over more than half the post.

Fortunately, the deputy envoy, whose legs were still trembling, managed