When the tribe members saw him carrying two bundles of firewood and getting a spoil in his hand, they praised him for his greatness.

"It's so strange. This pheasant was picked up on the ground, and this bundle of firewood was also picked up on the mountain."

"Uncle, have you seen my father? Why do you have the awesomeness of my father? And the rope for the pheasant's leggings belongs to my father."

A young man in the viscount asked strangely when he saw the uncle's hand.

"I was talking about it. I didn't see your father when I picked up on the way down the mountain."

"Ah! What's the situation? My father will not have any trouble going up the mountain, right?"

"No, something might be wrong." The count remembered the vine tree spirit and vixen I saw yesterday. These two monsters could not catch them last night and might have been staring at them.

He was already on guard in the morning, but he didn't expect that they would be in danger of being in danger. When they came back, they harmed the people in the village.

"What? What happened to my father?" Viscount was anxious and worried, and hurriedly ran to the mountain.

The Count did not say anything, and followed the speed of running to the mountain where they were back.

No one here knew what had happened and wanted to ask, but the people who had just returned were all running up the mountain in a hurry. The other men, women, young and old in the village didn't know what had happened, and they also wanted to follow up the mountain, especially the middle-aged man's wife, who was even more afraid that something would happen to her husband.

The old earl called these people to wait in the village and not follow them up the mountain to cause trouble for them.

The Count ran faster than the Viscount, and ran up the mountain road and smelled a slight odor here.

It was an animal's body odor. I smelled it last night on the fox. The beautiful fox had a special smell on it, and it could not be concealed no matter how it was.

"Earl, I picked up pheasants and firewood here."

When the count stopped and stood here, he looked around and searched, and the people who picked up the pheasant and the people in the village arrived.

"So, let's follow the direction of the taste!"

The Count felt that this fairy harmed people. If he did not kill it, he might continue to harm the people in the village in the future.

This kind of animal is hard to guard against and is cunning. How do people in the village fight against it?

If you don’t have a magic wand, you will not have the ability to compete with it at all.

It turned out that I thought it would be better to have less than more things. I avoid these two fairies and be careful in going up the mountain in the future.

But now the fairy followed them to the cottage and wanted to harm the people in their cottage.

The Count had to make up his mind to fight this thousand-year-old fairy.

The Count had a good sense of smell and followed the special smell to a place, which was a bit special.

There is no cave to see, but the special smell here is very strong, and this must be the place of the fox's nest.

If you can't see the cave here, then you must have used illusion here.

The Count took out a magic wand and chanted spells using magic, chanting spells to resolve illusions.

The colorful light of the magic wands shone out, making them bright on the mountain at noon. The trees and jungles here blocked the sun, just like the sun shining in.
Chapter completed!