Regardless of whether the problem was with his incantations, Milo was currently more worried about whether Melgor was alright. After all, Melgor was a key figure in his infiltration plan into the magus order.
If that guy were to accidentally get killed, Milo would probably have to rework his Prosperous Northwest 3.0 plan again. And more importantly, Milo found Melgor to be quite a good person after a few days of interaction. Moreover, he had a “lucky charm” effect, so it would be very suitable to bring him back to the Prosperous Northwest.
Therefore, how could he let a potential comrade like him die?
Milo hurriedly ran back while holding up his pants to make it look like he was returning from relieving himself. “What’s the matter? What happened?”
He saw that the tents next to the campfire were gone. Meanwhile, Melgor and the two servants were buried in the ground with only their heads exposed. They looked anxiously at Milo.
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