Sorry, Oleka.

Mole stood on the cliff and looked down.

This cliff is dozens of feet high; if it falls down, it will definitely be without any corpse.

Oleka, who was pushed down, didn't even scream;

Why? Is it because I trust Moller so much that I can't believe it is true at the moment when I was betrayed?

Mole sighed, if he could, he wouldn't want to do that—

But he had no choice.

"Oleka, you're a good person."

Yes, he is the best person he has ever met;

He is loyal, treats his brothers very sincerely, handles other people's affairs fairly, and is generous when helping others...

However, it is not enough, it is not enough.

As long as the impartial leader Oleka is still alive for one day, he will not be able to tamper with the guild's accounts.

He will not treat every brother unfairly, so he will check the accounts personally, so that there is no material left behind;

In that case... I can't greed for more money.

Yes, he helped himself a lot without asking for anything in return...

But... it's not enough, it's not enough! My sister's illness is getting worse and worse, and even if she handed over all his part, it's not enough!

I can only start with the delegation of the members... and everyone's money.

There is no doubt that you are wrong, you are guilty, and you are evil.

But for my sister... I can do anything.

As long as she can survive.

Mole knelt down in the direction of the cliff and kowtowed.

Sorry, Oleka.

...

The members of the Iron Tooth Group were resting on an open space.

Their expressions looked a little anxious-

It is obvious that Oleka and Mole are reluctant to return, which makes them anxious to wait.

It was almost dark; the forest after nightfall was very dangerous, and everyone knew this.

"Sorry, everyone has been waiting for a long time!" Mole held a handful of tender green herbs in his hand. "It's not that easy to pick this bone-grass, it took a little more time."

After Mole finished speaking, he looked at the waiting crowd: "Ah... Where is the leader of Orecka? Where is he?"

"Didn't he go chatting with you?" Ciliven asked in confusion. "Don't you know where he went?"

"Ah? Why is this happening..." Mole's brow frowned, "Has he not come back..."

"What happened?" Cilivan asked.

"That's right... I just talked to Captain Oleka about the guild's entrustment."

"After the chat, we both happened to find a large area of ​​high-quality bone thigh grass."

"Oleka said that so many bone-grassing grasses need a few more people to pick, and then they come back and call people; he asked me to pick as much as possible before dark, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't bring anyone back..."

The herb of bone graft is more common in the mountains and forests and is often used by doctors to treat trauma; the guild also has some corresponding reserves, so no one doubts Mole's statement.

"It seems he hasn't come back here..." Moller thought, "Then...has he encountered something?"

"Will you get lost?" Ciliven asked worriedly, "After all, you two have gone so far..."

"Merle, who has not commissioned for many years, can come back, and the experienced Oleka cannot get lost." Gerald glanced at Moerle, frowned slightly, and then turned his gaze toward him.

"I'm talking about it, so did he encounter some other situation? For example, what kind of ferocious monsters have he encountered?" Ciliven became more and more worried as he spoke.

"If that's the case, it's going to be loudly shouted." Geral replied while looking at him.

"I didn't hear the yell of the regiment commander... There were no hunters setting traps here." Mole said, looking around the camp, "What happened? It's almost dark."

"Or what if we go to group and look for him?" Ciliven suggested, "It's too dangerous after dark."

"I also think..." Before Mole finished speaking, an unsettling roar came from a distance - low and powerful, making people feel inexplicably fearful.

Geral stood up with a stern look.

Anyone with some hunting experience knows that it is the sound of a tiger roar.

The iron teeth have been deep into the mountains for a long time, and it is impossible for ordinary tigers to appear at this moment;

The Demon Tiger, even the weakest type, has the strength of "steel" or above.

Steel-level monsters generally require several steel tiger-level mercenaries to deal with;

Among the iron teeth, the strongest one is Geral, who has just entered the steel tiger level.

"Why are there demon tigers here??" A member of the group was so frightened that his voice was trembling, "What should I do... what should I do?"

"Calm down, calm down." Moller looked at Evelyn, the most advanced among the magicians: "Evelyn, can you sense a powerful magic source?"

"There is indeed a magic source nearby, but the distance and specific strength cannot be determined." Evelyn closed her eyes slightly, sensed the magic power nearby and said.

Although magicians can feel the existence of magic power sources around them, they cannot estimate the distance clearly; and as the distance shortens, the magic power sources will gradually become stronger, so magicians generally perform tasks with mercenaries with better eyesight.

If you sense a relatively powerful source of magic but there is no monster within your eyes, it means it is necessary to bypass some - that may be a very powerful monster, which is extremely dangerous to approach.

"No matter what, I can't stay here for the time being." Moller sighed heavily, "As the deputy commander, I need to lead everyone out of danger. Everyone, pack up their things and follow me to evacuate as soon as possible!"

"There is a strong smell of blood on the trophy." Geral stared at Moller, "If you take them away, the possibility of the demon tiger chasing us will not be ruled out."

"The giant lizards that brothers have worked hard to hunt must not be thrown away like this." Mole shook his head and took out a small bottle the size of a thumbnail from the package - it contained a solidified red wax object.

"Mitt, come on!" Moller said to a mercenary carrying a bow and arrow, "Give me one arrow!"

Mitt did as Moller said; Moller pulled out the stopper at the mouth of the bottle and tied the bottle to the arrow: "Evelyn, where is the direction of the demon tiger?"

"On... over there." Evelyn pointed in the sensed direction.

"Mit, shoot this arrow towards...the direction, as far as possible! Faster!" Mole pointed in a direction slightly away from the Demon Tiger, "This is the magic prop I prepared... It has a strong smell of blood, specially used to attract beasts!"

"Oh...!" Mitt did as Moller said.

"Merle, but, Commander Oleka..." Ciliven was still quite worried.

"There are marks left along the way, and Commander Oleka should be able to catch up!" Mole raised his arms and shouted, "Brothers, withdraw!"

The members of the Iron Tooth Group knew that they could not find even if they wanted to find Oleka at this moment.

Under the threat of the demon tiger, people can only choose to retreat to a safe place first.

Most of the members were very panicked, only Mole was very calm; he organized everyone to evacuate in an orderly manner.
Chapter completed!