Suddenly, Carroll slammed his fist on the ground and said angrily, "I've had enough of this."
Aldenan glanced at the orc: "Don't you want to turn back into a human?"
Carol gritted her teeth and remained silent.
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Dusk in the western city, at the residence of the Golden Lark Theatre Troupe.
"Your body hasn't recovered yet!" Barbara slammed the lunchbox she was holding onto the table, watching Randall, whose chest was wrapped in bandages, jump out of bed, and exclaimed, "The doctor said your body looks like it's been trampled by a herd of bison!"
"The Dragonbone Armor helped me withstand most of the impact, and the regeneration ability allowed my body to slowly heal." Randall twisted his arm nonchalantly: "You should know that someone like me, unless hit directly in the head or heart, is basically not going to die."
Barbara rolled her eyes at Randall: "Yeah, you're like an unkillable cockroach, incredibly resilient."
Randall put on his coat and said, "With a little more preparation, I'll be able to set off again soon."
"Your dragon bones were severely damaged in that battle and have been sent to the alien factory for repair."
Randall walked to the table, opened the food box, and smelled the fragrant food inside. He said happily, "These are all my favorites... By the way, I'll talk to Miss Forman about the dragon bones, and she'll prepare a new set for me... This tastes really good, did you make it yourself?"
Barbara feigned a fierce expression and said menacingly, "That's right! I made it myself, I poisoned it! To kill you!"
Randall burst into laughter, deliberately stabbed a piece of lamb chop with his fork, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and even winked at Barbara.
The latter turned his head away, deliberately putting on an angry, sour face.
Randall smiled and swallowed his food, then said softly, "Enough of the nonsense, let's get down to business. Have you found the two men who attacked the convoy?"
Barbara slowly turned her head, her face full of worry: "No, the Alien Association has completed the portrait based on your statement and handed it over to the Holy Tribunal. But after those people saw the portrait, they all said that there must be some mistake."
Randall was taken aback: "A mistake?"
Barbara pulled two pieces of paper from her pocket. One paper depicted a werewolf with a cold look in his eyes, and the other depicted a tall and strong orc.
Randall examined the portrait repeatedly before saying, "It's about right, there aren't any major mistakes."
Barbara looked at the portrait with a hint of doubt and said, "Are you sure that neither the Alien Society nor the Holy Tribunal claims to have ever seen such a creature? They say that humanoid creatures that look like wolves and wild beasts can only exist in myths and legends."
Randall was getting anxious: "But those two attackers really looked like that, I saw it with my own eyes!"
"According to the eyewitnesses, the attacker was a man who was covered in a cloak and moved extremely fast. As for his appearance, due to the suddenness of the attack and the cloak covering him, no one could see him clearly."
As Randall recalled, he said, "There should have been three guards hired by the theater troupe at the scene of the attack! Two of them were knocked unconscious and taken away, but what about the other one?! He should have seen the attackers' true faces too!"
Barbara shook her head: "The remaining guard was knocked unconscious in a flash, and didn't even see who it was."
Randall frowned, looking troubled. "So, I'm the only one who actually saw the attacker's true face?"
Barbara nodded gently, and then reassured Randall, "But you don't need to worry. Prime Minister Emerson is concerned that this is a premeditated attack. The mastermind behind it may be the Church of the Father, whose purpose is to give the Protestants a warning. Therefore, for the next trip of the troupe, the Cabinet has specially dispatched an army from the Knights of Twilight to act as our guards."
Randall felt a little relieved upon hearing this, and then asked, "Where is the troupe's destination for the next trip?"
Barbara turned her gaze to the window, looking south.
"Lonely Rock City".
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