"Eh, okay."

After a while, Heimer noticed that an inconspicuous corpse on his right was moving.

What a fuss.

He approached carefully with his sword and touched the "active" corpse with his toes.

However, the person in front of me has no head, and the person is not an earthworm, so of course he cannot be alive.

"oops!"

A dead body that suddenly moves twice can be interpreted as a fake corpse. After all, it is not incomprehensible for you to want to kick your legs after lying down for a long time.

But now he started shouting, and even Heimer was so frightened that his hands shook.

"Damn it, I'm stuck! Please move him out of the way."

"Uh-huh?" Heimer hadn't reacted yet.

"The one in front of you is too heavy."

Heimer finally figured out that the sound came from underneath the body.

I never thought that there would be a person hidden under this corpse. I originally wanted to send this "delayed" corpse back to heaven as soon as possible, but I retracted my hand.

Heimer dragged the body's arms and moved the poor guy away. An inconspicuous pit appeared where the body had been.

"Hey! Thanks! I'll have to dig a bigger hole next time."

Then a dusty head poked out, and then there were two more hands under the head, and those hands stretched out again - just like this, a man with unkempt hair and a medium build climbed out of such a small hole.

come out.

"Uh... you?"

How on earth did this guy stuff himself in? Heimer's head was a little dizzy.

"Ah bah! I don't want to have a next time."

The man was very happy and ignored Heimer's troubled expression at all.

"Ha, I've been lying in this hole for so long that my hands and feet are numb. I even broke my shovel because of this hole."

The man bent down and groped in the pit. After a while, he took out a large spatula used to cook a large pot of rice. Zeref also showed this thing to him.

"Uh-huh."

Although the man in front of him was a little out of line, the questions he asked to Heimer directly hit Heimel's vital point.

"Lord Heimer, is there anyone else alive on your side? Or did you come back with the troops?"

Zeref asked him. Zeref's eyes were shining, and it was obvious that he wanted Hemel to give him the answer he wanted.

But in the end, Heimer could only tell Zeref the worst case scenario:

"The entire army on my side has... been wiped out. As for the large army, I am planning to find it."

Heimer sighed. When Zeref heard Heimel say this, the original twinkling light in his eyes dimmed.

Heimer tried to break the silence and asked Zeref: "By the way, Zeref, do you recognize me?"

Zeref's eyes were dull just now, but when Heimer asked this question, he suddenly regained his vitality.

Zeref said in his unique and extremely exaggerated tone: "Oh! Sir, have you forgotten? You are really a noble man who forgets things. Although you, a knight born in a noble family in Ruthalen, cannot remember me as a groom.

So is my son..."

"Eh? Well, I'm sorry, I do..."

Since he could recognize him at first sight, this Zeref should be very familiar with him. But even though Heimer racked his brains, he couldn't remember much about Zeref.

"The first time we met was on July 17th..."

Zeref raised his head and recalled with half-squinted eyes:

"I served you the meal you had that night! I even added a chicken drumstick to you, and you held my hand and said 'thank you'. Not to mention how kind it was. It was our second meeting.

, during the day you..."

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

How do you remember this?

He remembered what he had heard from his companions in the past: This Zeref could even tell the chef how many eggs he put in a day and how many times he coughed. So the logistics department had him, and the food suddenly became better: there were more eggs.

Now, the vegetables are no longer thin, and you can still see oily flowers in the soup...
Chapter completed!