Mage Joan

Everyone's eyes immediately converged on the face of the sorceress, expecting her to explain.

Evelyn kicked off a stone by the stove pit, and immediately the metallic luster appeared.

There is a flat tin hip flask in the crack of the stone, and a silver comb with a big slap.

It looks like a camper's inadvertently lost personal belongings.

Evelyn picked up the jug and comb and showed it to Joan and others.

The hip flask has no stopper and emits a strong and familiar smell.

"It smells a bit like... Um? The blood of the cave crab?"

Holden muttered with his nose.

Evelyn nodded with a smile.

"The smell of the liquid remaining in this jug is strong and special. It used to contain a mixture of burrowing crab plasma, mushroom extract and distilled liquor."

"This kind of mixed liquor is very popular in the underground world, but in the surface world, especially the human world, it can hardly see its traces, I am afraid that not many people are used to drinking it."

Joan nodded thoughtfully.

From the analysis of Evelyn, it is indeed unlikely that this hip flask belongs to the Arnold team.

However, it cannot completely rule out the possibility that Arnold, who prefers this bite, specially brought a pot of crab blood mixed drink to take on the road.

Joan was not in a hurry to raise objections, and he heard what Evelyn had to say.

"In the underground world, especially in the Nida Mountains, there are not many creatures who like to drink crabs and fish for blood."

"Considering at least the degree of civilization to fire and build camps, there are fewer possible options. If not a warrior hunting team, it would be a dwarf prospecting team."

Evelyn shook the tin hip flask in her hand.

"Judging from the craftsmanship of this hip flask, it is more like the work of dwarves. The War Lizard can't make such a delicate container."

"What's more, the containers touched by the war lizards must be contaminated with a long-lasting stench that can be easily distinguished."

"So you think that this campfire and this hip flask are lost by the dwarves?"

Audrey stared at the warlock's eyes and revealed a guess that was also lingering in Joan's heart.

"Is there another possibility, for example, the Arnold team happened to pass by the dwarf settlement and bought a tin jug with crab blood mix from the other party. It was accidentally lost here when camping last night."

Evelyn questioned her, smiled, and then showed the silver comb she found with the hip flask.

"Miss Zion, can you see what this comb is for?"

"What's so strange about combing your hair."

"In fact, this is really not for combing hair."

Evelyn handed the comb to Audrey.

"This is a tool that dwarves use to comb their beards. The teeth are relatively sparse, and there are inscriptions carved in dwarf characters on the back of the comb."

"If you are careful enough, you can even find two or three burgundy beards between the teeth."

"Aren't your classmates named Arnold, or the companions around him, this bright hair color?"

Facing the clear analysis of Evelyn's shredded cocoons, Audrey can only admit that she is justified, and her face is embarrassed.

Holden noticed his sister's strange look, and gave Evelyn an angry look.

"You take out this comb earlier, and you will get it if you don't want to explain it, why do you have to go around!"

"Sorry, this is indeed my fault."

Evelyn humbly withdrew her lips, but her eyes and brows were hard to hide her complacency, as if she had finally found an opportunity to export her bad breath.

Joan saw her subtle expression next to her and had to wonder. The reason why Evelyn didn’t explain her words at the beginning was probably because she had long been dissatisfied with Audrey’s attitude and deliberately left doubts and tempted Audrey questioned, and "slapped her face".

If Evelyn had really calculated this way, Joanne could not say that she was wrong. She could only secretly feel that the woman’s mind was too complicated.

Hailar is probably the simplest one of the three girls' central thinking. All thoughts and actions are based on money.

Even if Evelyn had hidden the needles, she didn't go to her heart, but she was interested in a seemingly insignificant detail.

"Evelyn, you just said that the mix of crab blood is very popular in the dark areas, and the dwarves are well-known for their alcoholism. If we intend to sell fresh cave fishing crab plasma, the dwarves will be happy to pay a high price. wrong?"

"I am very sure of that."

Evelyn seemed very expert.

"The blood plasma of the cave fish crab is very high in alcohol, and it is not easy to deteriorate in a sealed storage. If it is sold to the dwarf, a pint is worth less than 20 gold Duga!"

Heraldton's eyes lit up and turned to Joan like a whirlwind. He couldn't wait to ask:

"Joan Joan! How much crab blood do we still have?"

"There are almost thirty pints, and three big bottles are divided. One of the bottles I want to keep as research material can only sell up to two bottles."

"Two large bottles of crab blood can sell 400 gold Duga!"

"Guys, this sale is worth it!"

"What are you still doing? Hurry up and chase the Dwarf prospecting team!"

Hailar rubbed his hands excitedly, wishing to make the business immediately.

"Sister Cai Mi" is right. Anyway, we are not used to drinking hard liquor. It is useless to keep these crab blood. It is better to sell it to the dwarves to earn some pocket money."

Holden smiled and agreed.

"Then go, I hope those guys with long beards are not too stingy."

Audrey turned to look at the river beach, and the dwarves' footprints extended northeast, disappearing at the end of darkness.

"and many more!"

Evelyn seemed to suddenly think of something, her face became very nervous.

"We better not chase the dwarf prospecting team."

"Why?" Hailar asked in surprise.

"I think... the dwarves are difficult to deal with, I don't like them."

Evelyn's eyes dodged a little, and the words she spoke were intermittent, and she seemed lack of confidence.

"Evelyn, what's wrong with you?"

Holden approached the sorceress with a puzzled face.

"Obviously, not long ago, you were traveling with the dwarves and exploring the mineral veins. Didn't you get along very well? Why don't you say you don't want to deal with the dwarves now?"

"This……"

The sorceress's face was blue and white for a while, and she was speechless for a moment.

When we explored the spider's den yesterday, we found two dwarf corpses, Evelyn, they are all your companions, right? "

Audrey asked in the eyes of the warlock.

Evelyn nodded like she was persecuted, but she dared not look into the eyes of Her Royal Highness.

"I picked up the nameplate on the dwarf's body. That was their identification. I should take this opportunity to catch up with the prospecting team and entrust the prospecting team to bring the nameplates of the two victims to Nidaville, the dwarf's hometown, and send it to them. In the hands of their loved ones."

Audrey said solemnly.

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