The vanguard scouting team was used as a target, but who was meant to be attracted to attack it?
Looking at the low silhouettes in the team, the answer was obvious.
Lann glanced sideways at Zoltan.
"You should know this too, right?"
"Yeah." The dwarf with a face full of scars responded gruffly, "I'm not stupid, what's there not to understand? But we followed Yalpan out here because we'd already considered it carefully."
"I'm Zoltan Ziva! Since we've made the decision, there's nothing to complain about. Just keep working."
"Hey, are you a dwarf from the Ziva Clan?"
Speaking of Zoltan's surname, Lann raised an eyebrow, recalling past experiences.
Back when he was looking for the Grandmaster level Bear School equipment blueprints, he went to the Southern Amel Mountains and helped a clan of reclusive dwarves solve a problem.
"Lence Ziva." Lann turned to Zoltan and said, "Does this name sound familiar to you?"
