Sesyana frowned at the mess.

Mancini left guards behind to protect the mage's belongings, but there was probably not much value left behind.

D'Amo's laboratory, bedroom, and living room seemed to have been ravaged by a storm, and there was little place to stay, and even if any clues had been left, they were now completely destroyed.

"They even stole the mage's belt! the mage loves it, he wears it every time he goes out. ”

The boy behind them complained indignantly. His name was Giri, he was only eleven or twelve years old, and he had been found by Mancini from a nearby village two years earlier, and he did not seem very smart, but rather honest, and was more of a servant who looked after D'Amo's life than an apprentice.

Rosa remembered the belt, a red cowhide belt, slanted from her left shoulder to her right waist, and then tied around her waist, and the gold buckle was also carved with patterns, sturdy, beautiful, and there were more than a dozen hidden compartments or small storage bags and waist bags on it, which was indeed very practical for a mage who had to carry a large pile of materials and scrolls to go out.

But it was the same as D'Amor's long, bitter face, almost a sign of a mage. It would not be wise to steal something so striking without being sure he was dead.

She looked around the room and realized that it wasn't just the belt, that none of the things a mage needed to go out seemed to be here.

His cane, his well-made but crumpled robes covered with all sorts of suspicious stains, and even the old boots that he supposedly had magic but had inadvertently told Rosa were actually just wearing the most comfortable old boots......

No one steals so thoroughly, right?

"He must have turned into a frog. The boy said, looking very sad. "There was a frog that had been bouncing around by the stream for the past two days, and I thought it looked familiar...... Oh, I should have got it back. It might all be eaten by snakes now!"

Rosa smiled. She didn't think that D'Amo would be fully equipped to turn himself into a frog, and he wanted to get out of here without a sound, and no matter how bad his brain was, he could come up with an easier solution.

The question is, why on earth did he leave and where did he go...... If he didn't even hide Mansini, it meant that the target must be magical, and attractive enough for him to muster up the courage to abandon his parents. Or expect him to return shortly......

And, does Mancini really know nothing?

She didn't dare to assert that.

Yellowed scrolls of paper and old books were scattered everywhere, and Rosa carefully lifted one of them. Hopefully find out what D'Amo has been working on lately. The meticulous handwriting on the paper seemed to belong to the mage, but it seemed to be a few random bits and pieces, and the ink was too wet to make out the ink.

She was trying to make out. Sethiana walked over. Instead of looking at the paper, it turned to the ground.

At Rosa's feet lay a crude mosaic, which was supposed to hang on the wall, one of several landscape paintings. Mosaics is an ancient craft, and the most skilled artists will use the original colors and textures of the stone to create ingenious patterns, and the worse will dye the stone according to the desired picture, and some even paint on the stone altogether. D'Amo's landscapes are not the worst, and the texture of the stones is still part of the picture. But apparently dyed, and not very well. Weather in the south. In this season, even the water can be wrung out of the air, and the stone tower by the water, which is not high, even on the second floor, the ground is wet with a layer of water, and the soaked mosaics, the paint in many places is beginning to fade, and even a little moldy......

Rosa tilted her head in confusion. She always thought there was something strange about the way the colors blurred.

She looked at Sesyana, who was staring thoughtfully at the painting that his aesthetic should have dismissed, and then looked up at the three that were still hanging on the stone wall.

"Gilry......" Rosa smiled and called to the boy who was muttering curiously behind her, but didn't dare touch anything, "may you pour us two glasses of water?"

Getting the water and pulling the boy apart, Rosa laid out all four paintings on the ground, drenched them evenly with water, and after a few moments, some yellow-brown lines of varying thicknesses slowly emerged.

With just one look, Cesyana put the four paintings together perfectly, but he frowned and couldn't see what the tangled lines meant.

But Rosa could tell.

“...... Here's a map. She said in surprise.

The smell of the sewer...... Indescribable.

Even Rosa instinctively held her breath for a moment, but she didn't miss the rare look on Sesyana's face, which resembled a stunned look and a suddenly stiff body like being petrified.

Rosa suddenly felt that the sword dancers, known as the "most powerful elven warriors", might not be so difficult to deal with - when they met on the battlefield, just throwing on them was probably enough to make them collapse and retreat without a fight.

She reached out and handed Sesyana a thin scarf and put the other over her face. It was a little more insulating from the terrible smell, and it covered the elves' pretty pointed ears—in the sewers, it was much more noticeable than a mask.

The elf was stunned, but did not refuse, casually covered his face, and jumped into the sewer without a sound, Rosa smiled slightly, and followed closely.

The sewers in Stonebuch are almost another world. Murky sewage, which no one knew what was mixed in there, flowed through the canal at their feet, making a dull sound, and there was only a dying fire in the distance. The people who inhabit or use it as a passage loom in the shadows, watching Rosa and Sesyana with a wary gaze, two creatures who clearly don't belong to this underworld.

Rosa exhaled lightly, unconsciously remembering Tess. The petite thief had been so popular in the world that Novi dragged her out of the world any longer. But Tess left behind some memorabilia, including the "Absolutely Accurate?" Ston Butch sewer map, which Tess proudly declared, "I can walk around with my eyes closed without looking at it."

I don't know if it was originally designed as such, or if it had unconsciously become like that, the stamp-strewn sewers of Stonebugch looked like a gecko, which Rosa recognized the moment she saw it.

But even Tess may not have all the secrets of the sewer world, and there are several striking black lines or dots on the map that D'Amo got out of nowhere, and Rosa doesn't know which of them D'Amo has gone - and it's impossible to know if he actually went to one of them, but that's their only clue.

They chose one place in the upper city as the target for their first sewer trip, after all, the black line sticking out like a "gecko's" tongue was the most striking on the map. Rosa was a little worried, judging by the location, the place seemed to be a little too close to Lockburg......

The Upper Town was always lit up and heavily guarded, even at night, and they had to choose to enter from the Lower Town.

The damp and waterlogged ground made it impossible for the elves to silently move, and the slimy clicking sound was dull in the semi-enclosed space, and Sesyana's face tensed in displeasure because of it.

Even if no one could see his masked pointed ears clearly, the aura he exuded from his body was not easy to provoke. Rosa carefully chose a circuitous route, trying to avoid anyone's gaze, and as the terrain gradually rose, it seemed that only they were left in the darkness.

At the end of the passage, the place marked on the map was nothing more than a silent stone wall, which was as they expected. Thick layers of moss covered the walls, beguiling all traces. If a mage is convinced that there is a passage behind him, he can use teleportation to enter...... Rosa was still wondering if D'Amor would be so risky, and Cessiana had already begun to reach out to remove the half-rotting moss.

He clearly didn't intend to give up on that.

Rosa smiled helplessly and drew her sword—she didn't like elves who cherished her weapons more than her hands.

After scraping off some of the moss, it was easy to tell from the sound of the hilt of the sword hitting the stone bricks that it was indeed empty, but they could not find the mechanism to open the door.

After touching and tossing the ground nearby for a long time, Rosa sighed: "Maybe it's just some kind of spell...... Or some kind of spell to open it?"

Sethyana was silent for a moment, drew a sword, and hesitated for a long time before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.

In a trance, a pearly luster flowed like water from the blade, and then the elf opened his eyes, raised his sword, and plunged it quickly and steadily into the gap between the stone bricks.

Rosa hadn't seen the sharpness of the Elven Twin Swords, but she was amazed to see it cut through the wall like a piece of cheese.

Only a small hole was cut enough for a man to slip into, and the elf refused to continue the simple and rough work with his precious sword.

Barely squeezing into the dark passage, Rosa was distracted by a boring reason, even though she knew she should be vigilant in the face of possible dangers...... or strong......

She shouldn't have cared about it at all, but she was uncontrollably depressed for a moment before she remembered that she should light the torch.

Now that they've dug a hole in the wall, they don't seem to need to be so careful.

The passage is deep and narrow, but surprisingly regular, as if it had been carefully planned rather than excavated haphazardly.

"There are no footprints. ”

After walking some distance, the elf whispered.

- That means it's likely that D'Amor didn't come here at all.

Rosa glanced at him, and tacitly chose to move on. It's all come here, and even if Rosa is not so curious, she has no intention of turning back.

But she hesitated to stop when a staircase stretched so long that there was almost no end in sight before her eyes.

They're almost always upward, and no matter how you calculate it, they're now high above the ground......

Where exactly will this staircase lead?.

(To be continued......)