"Bonfire party, humans can even hold bonfire parties."

At this time, Owak was sitting quietly in the shadow of an inconspicuous camel. The giant bonfire more than two meters high lit by merchants in the distance remained silent for a long time. Looking at the jumping fire, Owak couldn't help but fall into silence again.

He remembered the Half Dragon Man tribe. When Ovakine was still a young dragon, the bonfire party in the Half Dragon Man tribe was like this, ignitable wooden branches lit up warm flames...

After the destruction of the Dragon Roar Kingdom, Owakine felt that he became sentimental all of a sudden. The memories of the Half Dragon Tribe always appeared in the Black Dragon's mind from time to time. Moreover, every time he fell into memories, Owakine felt very difficult to extricate himself.

For example, now, the Black Dragon, who is too focused on memory, almost didn't realize that Elsa had quietly walked to her.

"Master, I brought you the latest fire beetle meat, which is added with spices. Generally speaking, only me, a mercenary, can enjoy this kind of treatment."

Sitting beside Owakine, Elsa placed a large pot of white and tender roasted pork in front of her. Through the swaying hazy fire, Owakine could come to the crystal oil and tender texture on the roasted pork. If it weren't for Ewakine's introduction, it would be hard to imagine that this was the flesh of insects.

Although there was a little bit of unhappiness that was interrupted by the memory, Ovakine did not express his feelings on his face. In the heart of buying Black Dragon, all the pain, sadness, and hatred were destined to be buried deeply, to the point that... it is enough to remember it firmly.

Gently holding up a piece of warm roast pork, Owakine kept the slow dining etiquette as if nothing had happened while chewing the meat. At the same time, Owakine, who never liked to ignore others, also communicated with Elsa in ventriloqu.

"Fire beetle? It should be an insect of a large size. Is this creature your staple food here?"

"Yeah, it's all a staple food. They are indeed not small in size. The size of a fire beetle is almost as big as that of a farmer's fattening calf."

Now the merchants seem to be singing songs by the bonfire, but Elsa's voice is still clearly audible in the singing and dancing performance.

"It's not difficult to catch these stupid bugs. Most of them act alone outside of mating season, and these beetles are not magical creatures. Although they are called fire beetles, they are just because the color of the carapace is fire red..."

Under the night sky with stars references, Ovakine just ate roast pork quietly while listening to Elsa introduce these useful or useless information to him. As time goes by, Elsa's tone has become more and more stiff from the passion at the beginning, and has become more and more... nothing to say.

Silence... descended between the two people. Although the caravan camp is not quiet at all now, the merchants in the team who have been traveling hard for more than a week are singing and venting the fatigue of the journey. The noisy bodies and the shadows flashing in the fire together create a lively scene.

However, in this inconspicuous corner of Elsa and Owakine, a quiet atmosphere was spreading more and more.

"Wow, that's enough, my eldest young master, that's right, I just want to ask you something, so you have to force a girl to speak out, can't you ask questions with a gentlemanly spirit?"

After swallowing the last piece of roast pork in one mouthful, the girl who couldn't help but talk awkwardly approached Ovakine angrily. After a long silence, Elsa seemed to be planning to get to the point.

"It acts like an old adventurer, but... in fact, it's a little girl after all."

With a smile, Ovak was not surprised when he looked at the girl's face close to her. In fact, the girl's reaction was under the control of the Black Dragon. After all, although the Black Dragon lost the ability to cast spells, it was still very easy to see through a little girl with his thousands of years of experience in life.

Seeing that there was no way to continue delaying, Elsa took a deep breath, but she changed into a serious expression and said to Owakine:

"Where should I start? That... I believe that adults have also noticed that there are always people in the caravan that take out ugly statues to pray."

As soon as he heard about the subject of statues, Owakine became serious:

"Yes, I noticed that it seems that it is not a normal religion, the statues look very weird."

"That is a cult, that is a cult that calls itself the "Nightmare Sect". They have an extremely huge sphere of influence in this sea of ​​crazi sand. They spread without any scruples, from nobles to poor people, and even several real-power lords are serving this cult. The Biyuchera Kingdom in the sea of ​​crazi sand has been completely penetrated by them, and this terrible "Nightmare Sect" has also controlled several sheep-headed tribes in the desert......"

As she spoke, Elsa's tone was filled with anger at the cult and pleas for Ovakine. By this time, the girl's meaning was self-evident.

"Then, beautiful lady, I think the help you need is about this "Nightmare Sect"."

Looking at the girl's eyes that were not answering but were obviously full of expectations, Owakine could only rub her eyebrows with a headache and sigh helplessly:

"Oh, after you talk about the cult, I have to tell you something about me now. I believe you can see that I have suffered a lot of injuries now. I will definitely not have these injuries myself. In fact, an enemy who is irreconcilable with me is chasing me. Even if I just stay here, I don't know if it will bring disaster to you. How can I help you like this?"

Speaking of punk, a hint of hatred flashed in Owakine's eyes. In order to conceal the hatred that he had burned again, Owakine had to quickly start and pretend to be watching the bonfire.

However, Elsa seemed unwilling to give up. Seeing Owak turn his head and thinking he was going to be rejected, the girl couldn't help but be anxious:

"All those who come to this desert must be enemies of the Nightmare Sect. The expansion of this cult is by any means, especially for the master-level strong men entering the desert. This sect will almost certainly come to you. I think your enemy will be entangled by the Nightmare Sect, as long as......"

The girl's voice became more and more rapid, and the fire shone on her wheat-colored skin, and it seemed to sway.

But... just as Elsa didn't give up and wanted to continue persuasion, the incident in the caravan interrupted the conversation between Ovakin and Elsa.

In the dark night of fire, a man covered in wounds almost rolled and crawled to the camp, while the words he shouted loudly made the caravan fall into silence in an instant:
Chapter completed!