In fact, the warriors Kenneth Carter and Gregory Howard were hiding behind the apple tree, both of them staring intently at the back door of the Boulder Fortress.

Gregory Howard grew more and more uneasy as he waited, unable to resist tugging at his beard: “Big bro, that kid’s been inside for quite a while now, and there’s still no movement in the fortress. Could he be tricking us?”

Kenneth Carter was also feeling anxious. He thought he must have been blinded by shit, fooled by that kid’s smooth talk—how did he end up believing him so muddle-headedly?

According to his usual way of doing things, when he encountered someone whose background was unclear, he would always kill first and ask questions later!

His eyes darted around, but his face remained expressionless, his voice as steady as ever: “Don’t rush. Let’s wait a bit longer.”

Gregory Howard had no choice. He usually respected Kenneth Carter the most, so since he said to wait, he could only wait. But that didn’t help him vent his anxiety: “Goddess’s horse blanket~ If that kid dares to trick me, even if I become a zombie, I’ll tear him to pieces!”

“Shh—” Kenneth Carter suddenly made a gesture.

Gregory Howard immediately fell silent.

After about five or six minutes, the back door of the Boulder Fortress suddenly opened. A zombie in a tattered yellow robe rushed out first, limping into the forest behind the mountain.

Gregory Howard’s eyes widened instantly, and he couldn’t help but whisper, “It’s Derek Smith!”

Derek Smith, their teammate, a wild mage.

It was said that this guy’s ancestors were nobles, though he had completely fallen from grace and hadn’t even managed to get officially certified as a mage. Still, he always acted high and mighty, looking down on everyone, often making sarcastic remarks and behaving terribly. But everyone put up with him, just because he had a powerful Fire Mist spell scroll stashed away, and everyone was counting on him to burn the necromancer Fiona Carter to death.

Who would have thought, this guy was taken down by Fiona Carter in a single encounter. Now, he had become a zombie crawling with maggots—a truly pitiful and lamentable fate.

Kenneth Carter clenched his teeth and suddenly said in a low voice, “Gregory Howard, if I get surrounded and can’t break out, you must kill me. Not only kill me, but also cut off my head!”

Gregory Howard was startled: “Big bro, I would never kill you!”

Kenneth Carter gritted his teeth: “Don’t you get it? I’d rather die than become a zombie!”

Gregory Howard was taken aback, his face turning grim: “Big bro, I feel the same. When the time comes, don’t you hold back either!”

“Yeah, good brother!” Kenneth Carter nodded heavily.

Zombies began pouring out of the back door of the Boulder Fortress one after another. They hopped and skipped out the door, rushing into the forest at high speed—more than forty of them in total.

After waiting a bit longer and seeing no more zombies appear at the door, Gregory Howard whispered, “That’s about it, right, big bro?”

As he spoke, he was about to move forward.

Kenneth Carter grabbed his reckless companion: “Wait a bit longer. The castle must be on high alert right now. Rushing in would be asking for trouble.”

“Mm—okay, I’ll listen to you, big bro.” Gregory Howard obediently shrank back into the bushes and waited patiently for a while. He couldn’t help but ask, “Big bro, do you think Fiona Carter even has Anfinarando? Just how many treasures does he have hidden away?”

Kenneth Carter snorted, “Why worry about that? No matter how many treasures that guy has, it has nothing to do with us!”

Gregory Howard looked puzzled: “How could it have nothing to do with us? Aren’t we supposed to bring a team back… Big bro, you’re not planning to come back?”

“Come back my ass!” Kenneth Carter suddenly cursed.

Gregory Howard was stunned: “Big bro, didn’t you say that Fiona Carter’s castle is full of treasures, and we should bring a team back?”

Kenneth Carter sighed: “That’s true, but dead men can’t use treasures. All these years, how many people have come looking for trouble with Fiona Carter? Has anyone ever made it out alive? What makes you think we can?”

Gregory Howard felt a bit unwilling: “But didn’t you promise that kid?”

Kenneth Carter looked angry: “That kid is nothing but trouble! He’s a smooth talker! I should have just snapped his neck right away!”

Earlier, he’d been confused by the talk of treasure, but now that he’d come to his senses, he felt only one thing—regret!

Gregory Howard shrugged: “Well, tough luck for that kid then.”

The two of them waited behind the apple tree for more than an hour. When Kenneth Carter felt it was about time, he said, “Let’s go.”

The two of them emerged from behind the apple tree one after the other, pressed themselves against the stone wall, and crept toward the back door.

Kenneth Carter looked around carefully, observing the situation, while silently reciting the route Logan Bennett had given him: “After entering the door, there’s a small courtyard. Immediately turn right, stick to the wall and walk forward thirty steps, and there will be a passage on the right. The passage leads to the front courtyard of the Boulder Fortress. There’s a patrol every five minutes along the passage. Time it right when you go in.”

Soon, the two of them reached the outside of the back door of the Boulder Fortress. There wasn’t a sound behind the door—the whole fortress was eerily quiet, not even the sound of insects.

Kenneth Carter wiped his forehead and found his hand was damp with cold sweat. He took a deep breath and beckoned to Gregory Howard behind him: “Stick close to me!”

Then, with a stride, he slipped through the back door.