Chapter 93：Sudden Change, The Mantis Stalks the Cicada

In the dead of night, the temporary camp centered around the dead tree extended outward in concentric circles.

Guarding the central four large tents, Viscount Black Mountain, Beck, Bergrey, and Carl slept peacefully inside.

Tomorrow would be the day they entered the rainforest cave to hunt the Striped Dragon.

The bonfire blazed, and the knights on night patrol dared not slack off in the slightest.

Suddenly, a clear bird call echoed—a oriole.

No, it was a person.

A tall, black-clad figure stealthily approached Viscount Black Mountain's tent, whispering to the guarding knights.

Under the cover of night, it seemed the black-clad figure handed something to the guarding knights.

Since Viscount Black Mountain was also a first-level Beast Tamer, Allen had never released his aura, nor did he recklessly extend his senses to investigate.