Stray

“…That’s all we found.” Felix, the Preceptor Bishop, exhaled heavily.

After carefully evaluating the damage to the first array, the group returned back to Return Town on the dragon around 9 in the evening. The important personnel of the three teams held a meeting according to the scheduled plan. As one of the parties evaluated the situation of the magic array, Nemo obtained a chair and sat near the corner.

Godwin stood upright against the wall, while Oliver, wearing the skeleton helmet, supported the back of the chair with both hands and stood behind Nemo.

The reconnaissance team rented a large room. It was just that everything in Return Town was rougher than the surface— The gaps in the wooden slats were filled with dust, and the edges of the wooden round tables were sticky with unclean oil stains.

Thus, Nemo didn’t put his arms on the table in the same way as others. He crossed his arms and leaned on the back of the chair; his short ponytail swept under Oliver’s breastplate.

The two tried to pose in a serious posture, and this posture had been going on for more than three hours.

After a three-hour meeting, they were forced to tell everything they saw in the Carrion Stone Forest from multiple angles over and over again. Nemo stared at the air in front of him seriously, but his mind was already numb and blank.

But they weren’t without any gains. At least for now, Nemo had finally figured out the composition of the three reconnaissance teams.

It stood to reason that the giant teleportation array dedicated to the expedition was shared by all intelligent races on the surface.