I am the Enchantress!

"Another fire?!"

Martha gasped in surprise.

Wilder and his group were also stunned.

This isn't the first time this has happened...

This is the fourth time!

Could it be that dragons have really appeared in the border forest?

"Talia, look at that fire, does it look like dragon's breath?" Martha immediately asked.

"what?"

Talia's eyes widened instantly, startled.

"No... I don't think so."

She bit her lip and nodded to herself, "It's not dragon's breath!"

"Talia probably wouldn't be able to tell if it's dragon breath. Even I couldn't tell. It was Joffrey who told me."

Wilder sensed that Talia was startled by her sudden words and reached out to pat her delicate shoulder.

My hand paused for a moment.

It's so hot.

Even through the linen robe, one could still feel the intense heat.

I remember the first time I met her, she grabbed my arm, and her body temperature was unusually high.

What kind of constitution does this person have?

"In any case, I'll go report to my superiors first. Even if it's not dragon's breath, we can't just sit idly by while the forest's outer perimeter catches fire."

After Martha finished speaking, she quickly left the counter.

Talia turned her head, blinked her pale blue eyes at Wilder, and asked:

"Wild, I provided information about the forest fire. When can I receive my ten gold coins?"

"Hmm... We need the association's confirmation first, which will take until at least tomorrow."

Wilder thought he might be overthinking it; Talia was still preoccupied with the reward and didn't seem scared at all.

But what kind of fate does this girl have?

The forest caught fire four times, and she made it in time for each one.

Perhaps it's true that I'm born with a fiery nature; no wonder my body is always so hot.

"Oh, okay."

Talia nodded, as if she cared a lot, and emphasized again, "That fire shouldn't be dragon's breath."

"I hope not."

Wilder gave a wry smile.

If a dragon were to actually settle in the border forest, not only would adventurers be unable to continue, but they probably wouldn't even be able to stay in Ironweave Town anymore.

After a while, Martha returned to the counter and said that the association had sent someone to the designated location.

"Cyrion, did you just receive a new mission?" Martha asked.

"Yes, hunting kobolds," Cyrion replied.

"Do we still need to do it?"

She asked cautiously, "Recently, not only are high-level monsters rampant in the forest, but dragon breath has also appeared from time to time. Should we wait a while?"

"this……"

Cyrion looked at his teammates.

"If we wait any longer, we'll miss the next dragon's breath!"

Gru said nonchalantly, "Ten gold coins! Money the moment I find it! Forget waiting, I can't wait to leave!"

"I've just learned level two archery and need to put it to the test in real combat," Lyle said.

Wilder was only 150 experience points away from leveling up, and he didn't want to wait.

But matters involving the system cannot be spoken aloud.

"I want to see a dragon!"

He scratched his head.

After saying that, Talia glanced at him secretly and blinked curiously.

"Look," Cyrion smiled, "it's not that I don't want to go, but we are adventurers after all. Wouldn't a vacation be just without danger?"

"You bunch of bastards!"

Martha shook her head helplessly. "Don't make me go to the red house to deliver food to you again!"

After chatting for a few more minutes, other teams came to Martha to hand in their missions, and they all left the association.

Wilder and Talia went straight back to the Colt Inn.

On the way, Wilder thought for a moment, then spoke up:

"Talia, starting tomorrow, you shouldn't be accepting missions from the guild anymore, right?"

Why?

"Because the border forests are somewhat dangerous now."

Wilder felt that even without the dragon's breath, the kobolds that were now flooding into Area A were not something Talia could handle.

Ultimately, he believed that Talia was simply not suited to be an adventurer.

Not to mention that female adventurers are rare in the guild, she doesn't have even a shred of professional talent.

There are no warriors with muscular builds, no rangers with agile hands, and most likely no magical network to be seen.

assassin?

She looks like the one who got stabbed no matter how you look at her.

"But I need to make money," Talia replied.

"You mean buying scales from me?" Wilder said. "Didn't you provide the information? Ten gold coins should be enough for you."

"But there was only one."

"Why are you collecting so many dragon scales?"

"nice."

"oh."

Here we go again.

"Martha said the association headquarters is sending an investigation team. Wait until they figure out the situation in the forest before you continue your adventure, okay? Anyway, ten gold coins should last you a long time."

"Why should I listen to you?" Talia asked, looking at him.

There was no questioning in those eyes, only simple curiosity.

"You don't have to listen to me; I'm just offering a suggestion."

"Okay, I'll wait a bit."

Wilder breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wild," she suddenly asked, "do you want to see a dragon?"

"Well……"

Wilder was taken aback; those were the words he had just used to brush her off, and he hadn't expected her to remember them.

I guess so.

"You will see it," she said.

"what?"

Wilder gave a wry smile; he certainly didn't want to see it.

……

The following morning, Wilder appeared at the town gate on time.

The rest of the team has arrived.

"I'll go scout ahead first."

Lyle said that he was about to set off first.

"Lyle, when you were away the other day, we teamed up with a wanderer, and he was in charge of scouting."

Gru grinned. "But he always sets off earlier, and by the time we meet up, he's already figured out the monster's location."

"Oh, now that you mention it, I remember teaming up with another dwarf before, and he also used an axe."

"Are you trying to say what he's better at than me?" Grünü pouted.

"No, he's far inferior to you."

"Oh?"

"He's dead."

Lyle chuckled softly and leaped away.

"Tch, what kind of bullshit joke is that?" Gru scoffed.

"Alright, let's go!"

Cyrion patted Gru on the head; given the height difference, it was a very easy pat.

It takes about three and a half hours to walk from the town gate to area B.14.

Around ten o'clock, the leaves above the team's head rustled a few times, and Lyle jumped down and appeared beside them.

"Kobolds spotted! They're building their nest on the low slope just outside the forest."

The group slowed their pace and followed Lyle.

Five minutes later, after parting the last layer of tree branches and leaves, a sloping hill surrounded by dense forest came into view.

It has to be said that the kobolds truly deserve to be called architects of the monster world; they have a knack for picking locations.

The terrain here is flat, the location is secluded, surrounded by trees on all sides, and the shade area is very large, which is quite comfortable for them as they are sensitive to sunlight.

Below the low slope, there were more than twenty dog-headed men in sight.

Some were huddled together digging holes with crude hoes, some were hauling out waste soil, and a few were moving wood and stones.

In addition, two giant dog-headed men, significantly taller than the others of their kind, sat on rocks on the back slope, watching the other dogs work and occasionally tapping the ground with their spiked clubs.

"Those two must be the kobold leaders," Lyle whispered.

"Hmm." Cyrion waved for the group to retreat back into the dense forest. "Now let's devise a strategy. The puppies are easy to deal with; let's take care of the two big ones first."

What are your thoughts?

"I have an idea."

Wilder said, "How about we let one of the bigger ones take down the other big one?"

"ah???"