Gordon laughed as he listened. "I say, Savage, you remember how the diamond was made over the years. The river, then." Shen's reasoning was sound, and Gordon knew that if Shen had spoken about this plan, it meant that it was likely to succeed.
When he heard the word "barbarian", Shen was not angry but showed a rare smile. There was no way. Arcane had been an Arcane for more than twenty years, and he could not forget it. Barbarian Shen just joined the family as a lot of people call him, now still dare to call him so, only the old man of the Deco family.
"In that case, there's a mine hole along the river about a kilometer to the east. We should be able to get in if we force our way through." Shevell looked at the map and offered a follow-up plan.
"Shen," interrupted Abel, who could not help but hear the older family member laughing and joking under such circumstances. "What about Wood? And Alan? '
Shen returned to his usual serious manner in an instant. "When I went down, I only saw a few Sellsword bodies, Wood... Dead."
Abel shook his upper lip, for this result is not unexpected, by a group of distressed, ordinary people where there is reason to survive. And Alan, Abel went on, clenching his fist.
"No."
Abel, who had been expecting to hear of Alan's death, listened to the result and wondered, what do you mean nothing? Abel asked, almost out of his mouth.
"No one was found. There were no living people on the nearby sheets, no dead bodies buried in the beds. And, "Shen paused, arranging his words," it was the sellsword who died on the fungus. It was a strange wound." When Shen said this, Gordon and Shevell were intrigued. How could Shen, with his knowledge, have an interesting wound?
"Death from a penetrating wound, either a concealed weapon or a dagger. But I found traces of bacterial fluid throughout the wound, which should have come from a bacterial bed." Shen describes the death mercenary in detail while giving his judgment, "It must be Arcane, thought it would be unlikely to be so evenly applied to the wound."
"Water Arcane? Shevell gave a guess that if it was a bacterial solution, the first response would be the water knife, an arcane that an Arcane might use.
"It can't be," interrupted Abel. "The liquid is made of something special. Water Arcane spells don't work on him. I tried."
Shevell said nothing more, except to himself, funny boy.
Abel clenched and loosened his fists until his nails were in the flesh of his palms and he stepped straight back into the fungus. "I'll go get him." And Shen changed his usual style this time, directly in front of Abel's body, expressing a "you can't go".
"Abel," said Gordon, who had begun to reassemble materials for more contamination agents and had to walk back to see Abel, "Shen must have looked for it, but couldn't find it. In a place like this, a stray is a stray."
"But..."
"Not so many buts." Gordon's tone grew cold. "Why are we optimistic when we've lost so many people? Because this thing is over, the damage will never get bigger. The family did lose a lot, but we gained an arm. We had hundreds of blue diamond on hand, Alan's ice scroll, and you know very well what this promise means if we complete the Secowibo mission."
Abel was silent, but his fists clenched tighter. He could figure it out when he was the titular master, but this was the first time in his many appearances on behalf of the family, and Abel's face was so cruel that he knew over and over again that he could not even defend his weakness. But this is different. If he was out of his depth before, and if he didn't do anything knowing Alan wasn't dead, he was abandoning his people, and he was breaking his promise.
"He's dead." Shen duly added, "It is true that several sellsword soldiers are dead, but there should be five or six still alive, and Luan Zhuo is still alive. Do you think they will release this boy? He was wounded in the back of his head and weak. Tell me, Abel, why does he survive?"
Abel remained silent. He knew exactly what he should do at such a time, but a voice inside him kept saying no.
"Abel, did you see the powder from the diamond?" Gordon seized a gem of its powder from the ground. It was so broken that it had no value at all. "Think of how many gems will explode and whether McCabe will still be around.
Gordon's words hit Abel like a hammer, making Abel gasp for breath. Abel knew he would have to shield himself, let alone others, from the explosion once it began. Finally, Abel took a deep breath but felt something in her chest. "Uncle, I'm here to help you."
Alan, I'm sorry I broke my word.