"Ho ho ho, it's time for that rocky grass to go back together. I don't know if I'm just gonna get gotten laid, Bots."
Two months after the adventurers left, Cave Brat captured an old man in a wagon heading to the rocks, throwing up such a casual dialogue.
"Master, that stupid donkey horse (Bubba) is really here again!
'Master Crowe, how did they expect that old man to come again?
"What, you seem like a thick old man, I was just thinking about the possibility of treating Krevas (here) as a bait yard for a donkey horse and coming back. Besides, guys, are you ready? Let's welcome him at best. '
In Crowe's words, for some reason, the Crevasse group with a fierce (why) grin scatters away.
'Master Crowe, is it time?
'Oh, it's an affordable distance. Do it.'
Until then, a donkey horse (bubble) running in a light foothold suddenly stops frightened of something and looks around.
"Yeah? Botz, what's going on?
The old man calls out, but the donkey horse (bubble) circles his neck here and there in an increasingly frightened manner. The old man also looks around anxiously, as if the cowardice of the donkey horse (bubble) had passed away.
"Dear Crowe, I didn't think it would be so effective to mist and flush the urine of a rare (squeaky) dragon"
'Looks like you had just the right concentration. I was worried it would panic all of a sudden if it was too thick, but it seemed to make me anxious for a good feeling. Well, it's time for me. Let him be an experimental animal. "
Crowe put that aside and walked to the back of the dungeon.
The shadows suddenly covered the old men, who were not anxious. It was in the eyes of an old man who looked up by accident...
"Dragon!?
Screaming or anger, the old man makes the donkey horse (bubble) run with a beastly cry. Speeding out of standard for an old carriage, a row of old men moved away as they raised the earthen smoke. Fire balls land on the left and right sides of the carriage, as they chase after each other. It's payback for the skinks, but it would seem to me that you've been shot in the brace by a moving body. The cry grew louder.
(Skinks...... you're deliberately after the critical.... you must have been angry even though they had eaten up the bush grass...)
"You're fast as a donkey horse..."
"It's not good, it's bad."
"More than that, your husband, you have a brilliant arrangement."
"Only bones and skins. Dragons fly properly too ~"
Yes, what the Levs had just put that skin on the skeleton of the dragon the other day, that was the identity of the "dragon" that threatened the old man. My Necromancer, or Dungeon Master, manipulated me to fly.
"Necromancer is really, really convenient."
"No, it's more of a puppet master skill than necromancy."
Now there will be fewer people trying to get close to this area if there are rumors that the area around Crevas is a dragon passage. Actually, I'm not lying.
"But, Master, the dragon's undead has a purpose, in a different way than last year's skeleton dragon."
"You look like a normal dragon in the distance because you're wearing your own skin."
Can I use this now?... Do you want the skin to be undead? But it's not funny to make it the same crystal skeleton dragon as last time. Something else twisted...... yeah, what about the transforming undead?
Using the magic of the Creative Undead by giving a slightly larger demonic stone to the skeleton of the dragon gave birth to a skeleton dragon one turn smaller than the crystal skeleton dragon. If I put on my own skin, it would look like a normal dragon if I just tried to stay away for a little while. But Crowe was not satisfied with it alone, and installed a medium "unreasonable demon stone" beside the demon stone he had given. so that the two connect in a magic circuit.
"Master, what are you doing?
'Nah...... now, okay, transform!
Along with Crowe's instructions, what until then was just a skeleton dragon had been transformed into a crystal skeleton dragon wrapped in a dazzling (eyelid) light for just a moment. I get cheers from the devils as soon as I get there.
"It's a three-step transformation of dragons, skeleton dragons, and crystal skeleton dragons. Aside from whether it makes sense or not, it'll be interesting '
He was a very good Crowe, but it was only shortly after this that the Spirit Tree grandfather dropped an extra-large thunder.
"... Grandpa, you survived so well"
"There's the bots too, because they're fast when they have to."
Old Coates, who fled for life, was reporting the upside of the matter in Elgin's Adventurer's Alliance.
"Is that area a detached dragon passage... so is the other 'thunder'..."
"Probably the dragon."
"Right...... Regardless, Grandpa, I would like to thank you for your valuable report. Go to reception and get your bounty."
"What are you going to do as a guild?
"I'll tell you to avoid entering that area as much as possible. I'll tell the commercial guilders from home, but if Grandpa has any other merchants, talk to them."