The brown-haired dwarf was named One-Eyed Jie'en.
His left eye had been blinded by a wild beast, and in its place was a faintly glowing glass orb.
Now he was sweating profusely from the pain, using his remaining eye to stare at the elf floating in front of him like an illusion, then glancing at the skeleton wearing a red headband, his thoughts racing.
"We are guards hired by the archaeology team, who are you!?"
The other party had bypassed the tripwire and magic traps he had set up at the door, obviously coming prepared.
"He said he's a bodyguard hired by the archaeology team."
Dailin turned to Teacher Xia and said.
Bodyguard?
Bodyguard your sister's dart!
Teacher Xia pressed his dagger, regretting his lack of vocabulary.
He didn't know how to spell "spatial stasis observation device," an academic term, and the player's jargon "sapper eye" was not understandable to the other party.
So he could only dryly throw out:
"He's lying, there's something wrong with him."
