Ed paused, looking up at the soft light hanging above him.

I don't know who ignited the flame of light still floating there quietly, like a lonely star hanging in the air. It lured them here, deep in the dark and ancient subterranean waterways......

"A tomb?" said Norway softly, unable to hide his surprise.

As an adventurous elf, he had seen graves of all races and eras in many remote and secluded places, but this one in front of him ...... It shouldn't be here.

Ed looked in amazement at the statues hewn out of the rocks on either side of him - they weren't dwarves or humans, their smooth lines carved out of their long, watery hair, and the striking pointed ears beneath the long hair...... It was a statue of an elf.

The heavy folds of the clothes hide the lines of the body, making it impossible to distinguish whether they are male or female. They stood on their knees, their eyes downcast, their expressions sad and serene, their hands crossed over their chests. Ed had seen similar statues in the cemetery of Miaz-Weiss - in fact, statues in this pose were usually only found in cemeteries as a sign of mourning and protection.

Perhaps because they were underground, the statues were so well preserved that Ed couldn't tell how long they had been here. Like Norvi, he couldn't figure out why the Elven Graveyard was here...... Of course, elves once ruled the world, and there were elven villages in the mountains and forests of Karnak, but they did not build their graves underground.

Even if they die, they still want to be able to bathe in the starlight.

Even Tess frowned slightly, and remained unusually silent—even after leaving Grivar. Norway didn't continue to be hunted down by the Shadow Dancers, as he had feared. But the shadow of Ankelan may still linger in her heart.

Ed turned his gaze to the ground. There are also many chaotic footprints here, but they are no longer in the same direction, and it seems that many people have been wandering here for a while.

The footprints stretched into the darkness guarded by the two statues, but there was not a single corpse left around.

It was so quiet that he could almost hear his unsteady breathing—and even though his friends were around, it couldn't completely dispel his nervousness and uneasiness.

“...... Ikabard!" he exclaimed.

That's just speculation...... It's also hope. The people who lured them here don't seem to have malicious intent. The light flame hanging in mid-air is the priest's spell - the mage summons fire for illumination, not light.

"Ikaboy, Beria!" Ed raised his voice, "if it's you...... Stop being so pretentious!"

Still no response.

“...... If you can call it that. It's not the 'I know everything, I don't care about anything, you're all idiots and scum'. ”

Tess made a gesture, finally in the mood for a teaser.

And she was right—Ed shook his head helplessly. Walk carefully towards the statue. The flame of light that fell behind him cast his shadow in front of him. But it's not enough to illuminate the deeper places.

As his body was enveloped in the shadow of the statue, Ed suddenly felt a cold wave of fear that spread over his body like water, causing his hair to stand on end for a moment.

There was no silent scream that pierced his soul - he was prepared enough to withstand such an attack. It was purely an instinctive fear...... It was as if he knew that he had stepped into a place where he should not have stepped and violated some invisible taboo.

He stiffened, and his heart went up and down. At this time, if some Skeleton Knight does jump out of the darkness, or if some trap is triggered. Rocks, flames, or lightning fell from heaven and poured down on his head. He would probably have breathed a sigh of relief - the worst thing was not that he knew that he was destined to die, but that he didn't know how he would die.

He won't die!

Ed, spitting on his timidity, was, as Tess put it, "lighting the torches brightly."

He lit another flame of light and let it float forward, while Tess had already slipped under his arm, staring at the two sarcophagi illuminated by the flames—unusually plain compared to the beautifully carved and lifelike statues...... It's so simple that it can be described as shabby.

They are dusty and unadorned, with crooked corners and rough surfaces that are not even polished. But they are strangely here...... No one would think that there are some insignificant characters sleeping in it.

Instinctively driven by the burning curiosity, it was obvious that the gloom and hesitation just now had completely overwhelmed the gloom and hesitation. Tess rubbed her hands together, eager to try.

"It's been a long time since I've seen an unopened coffin!" she said.

"If you remember what happened the last time we opened the 'unopened coffin,' maybe it's best to be a little more cautious. ”

Norway reminded helplessly behind her.

Tess's face darkened, as if remembering some bad memory, and she folded her arms with a flat mouth.

"I guess you're probably not the first person to open them. Naria gestured to the footprints surrounding the sarcophagus, "Like you just said...... They were obviously unlucky, but the lid of the coffin was still tightly closed. ”

"But the trap has probably been triggered by them, and we're just picking up a bargain!" Tess said reluctantly, glancing at Novi quickly and removingly, "It's not that I'm thinking about the dead elves...... But if we don't do anything, why are we standing here, waiting for the guy inside to crawl out and kindly give us a 'guide'?"

As she babbled, Ed had tried every spell he could think of, but he could only shake his head in confusion.

"There are no traps. "There are no dead spirits nearby, or living people other than us," he said...... At least I can't detect it. ”

"No tombstone ......" After a moment of silent observation, Norvi spoke again, saying details that had been ignored by everyone, and there was something strange in his low voice, "There are no names engraved on the sarcophagus, and there is no family emblem...... To the jinn, that meant lying here were sinners who were unworthy of being remembered and mourned. ”

Ed's heart tightened as he suddenly realized that if Norway had really died a year ago...... Will it be like this, lying in an unmarked sarcophagus, in a place where neither the sun nor the stars can shine, and those who love him so much will not even know where he is buried?

Tess bit her lip and stepped back, retreating into Norvi's arms without saying a word—her curiosity was completely extinguished.

Norway gently hugged her, pushed her away a little, and instead put away the light crossbow and approached the sarcophagus, smiling at Ed's surprised gaze.

"If we don't do anything, how do we know what's going to happen...... Or what has happened?" he said calmly, "I hope the deceased will forgive us for the intrusion......

He reached out and pressed the lid of the coffin.

On a business trip on Friday, I had to get up at 7 a.m., and I had to go to sleep...... If you come back early in the evening, it will be updated as usual on Saturday. (To be continued......)