"Although these mountain paths are difficult to navigate, we must have walked close to thirty li by now," Lancelot frowned and pondered. "The place where we killed those shape-shifting monsters isn't far from the Skeleton Tower. If the Divine Artifact was indeed discarded as they were climbing up, this should be the maximum range. Either we're unlucky and the Eye of Sarezdon didn't fall at this height, or we chose the wrong direction and should have explored in the other direction."
"Should we turn back first thing tomorrow, or should we continue exploring for half a day more?" Kalalin couldn't think of a good idea either. "I think we should walk a bit further because those shape-shifting monsters would have tried to get as far away from the Skeleton Tower and its guard while fleeing…"
"Does roast chicken smell that good to you?" Lancelot suddenly interrupted the Scholar, his face filled with helplessness.
