On top of a small hill inside the southern region of the Ghastly Winding Forest, a group of ten people could be seen camping. They all had the insignia of the seven swords and belonged to the same guild.
They were precisely the team led by Dale. Currently, inside one of the tents, Dale was sitting cross-legged on the ground. He had a pensive look on his face as he said "What are you trying to say? Are you implying that I'm deliberately hiding that girl from you? Don't joke with me. I have never seen any little girl you speak of. My answer shall remain the same no matter how many times you ask Laris".
Though there was no one inside the tent, Dale was talking with someone. He had a small white conch on his hand that transmitted his voice to the receiver and vice versa.
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