Chapter 46 Damn Corpse Peddler! 

With this near-invisibility, they crept toward the Holy Knights' campsite.

As they approached, Hoff began murmuring incantations, pulling out strange powder and scattering it into the air. His legs trembled under the strain, but he kept at it until he finally shouted the spell's trigger word:

"Dormi!"

The powder shimmered, glowing faintly as it dispersed across the campsite. The knights, previously standing watch around the campfires with bored expressions, began collapsing one by one, falling into a deep sleep where they stood.

A hush fell over the camp, broken only by the crackling of the fires.

Hoff exhaled deeply, surveying the scene with satisfaction. His spell had worked. Finally, he could relax without fear of Miaomiao's constant berating.

Or so he thought.

Miaomiao, still perched on Hoff's shoulder, yanked his beard again.

[You fool! Don't relax now! This isn't over! Find the relic and destroy it!]