"Hahaha... uh..."
Just as she spoke, the Elf Dragon realized she might have said something she shouldn't have.
She turned her head stiffly, and sure enough, met Galos' eyes, which were becoming a bit dangerous.
"Uh... I just remembered that the magic mushrooms I planted are almost ready for harvest. You guys continue talking, have fun."
The Elf Dragon laughed awkwardly.
Accompanied by the shimmering fall of numerous glowing magic dust, her body quickly became blurry and transparent, and in the next second, she vanished into thin air, faster than the wind.
Deborah changed the topic and asked, "Galos, why did you suddenly head to the wilderness earlier?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she keenly noticed an unusual fluctuation in the aura surrounding Galos, not as calm and steady as usual, but with a restlessness as if he had just been through an intense battle.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that his bare torso and limbs had acquired many new scars.
