Edna was in a daze.
Her companions were also in a daze.
The once charming small town of Tarlegas was now a scene of chaos.
The undead tribe sprawled across the land, tearing tiles off the roofs, rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
Amidst them were a mix of local residents and visiting merchants and adventurers.
If the undead tribe relied on sheer numbers and left no stone unturned, these people relied entirely on their understanding of the town to go directly to suspicious places in their minds.
"Hmm..." Edna whispered softly, "Luca, do you still want to go down and look?"
"How much should I pay... and how many pages will the undead let me see after they find it?" The Alchemist pondered for a while before solemnly asking.
"Hmm?" The 'Old Age Striking King' raised his head sensitively, "Is the Nyscroll something you just read once? Is it not necessary to obtain it for yourself?"
