Hog replied quite humbly.
But even with a quarter of Transylvania between them, Murphy could still feel the urgency hidden in Hog's words.
It seemed that the Skeleton Army, which was running rampant in Smugglers' Forest, had indeed threatened the survival of the newly established Bloodclaw Clan, and it was clear that Hog did not want to see the clan he had regained only to lose it again disappear from the tales of Transylvania.
"Rest assured, I won't ask you to do anything excessive."
Murphy said softly:
"I just need you to be my eyes and ears in Smugglers' Forest, to observe and collect all kinds of information about the Polluted Swamp. If possible, I need you to find a relatively safe route through the swamp to the Dark Mountain Range as soon as possible. The Jackals, who are quick and fond of the dark, are well suited for this task.
One month!
In one month, I want to see that route. Can you do it?"
"Half a month, my lord."
Hog immediately replied:
