"If we continue to turn around aimlessly, we won't be able to get out of here until dawn. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" came Thor grumbling from the dimly lit sewers.

"But at least we're free from the chasing guys, aren't we, my lord-" Malten lowered his voice, trying to reassure Thor, though he had to admit that he was also lost in the pitch-black sewers.

After escaping from the backyard of the Marten family, they had not gone far when they saw a small bridge, and according to the guidance of the fat merchant, the group jumped from the side of the bridge, and walked along the narrow path under the bridge, and came to an inconspicuous and low black hole.

The sewers in Worms are interconnected, and apart from Windsor Castle, which has its own unique drainage system, this dirty tunnel is the only "bridge" between the Lower and Middle Sections.

Because he was in a hurry, he did not carry a torch, so he circled around the tunnel where he could not see his fingers, and Malten dizzed himself, after all, as a decent merchant, he had never "toured" this dirty sewer.

Thor felt deep remorse for his barefoot habit, and as soon as he stepped into the place, there was a slippery and sticky touch under his feet, like mud and some other unknown thing, and the stench was like flies buzzing around people, and it would not go away from his nose.

He was a little glad that he hadn't raised a fire, so that he didn't have to see what was under his feet, preferring to believe that it was just a simple muddy ground.

The sewers were low and narrow, and it was a torture for the tall Saul and Kratos, the rat-hole-like circular tunnel that seemed like a labyrinth, and Saul suspected that perhaps it might be more like a reflection of Worms underground, perhaps larger in itself than the entire city was exposed.

The group had to walk cautiously because they couldn't see the road clearly, but they still kicked over a few broken straw baskets or broken clay pots from time to time, which made everyone feel terrified.

What Anna accidentally stepped on was described as a pile of thatch wrapped around the ground, but Thor bet it was a dead man's corpse, and he could tell the difference between skin and weeds to the touch with his bare feet, and he rubbed his sticky soles along the way.

"Uh...... I think it should be this way—" The six of them came to another fork in the road, and Malten nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead, and if there was a light that could illuminate the sewer at this time, Thor believed that he should have the privilege of seeing the beads of sweat dripping into a waterfall.

"Malten—you don't know which way to go, do you?" asked the fat merchant calmly, who turned back and lifted his daughter Winnie, who was on his back, and replied in embarrassment:

"My lord - I've been calculating from memory where we are on top of our heads, but ...... This sewer is very wicked - it stands to reason that we should be in the lower part of Worms by now, but there is not a single exit in sight......"

Malten also felt very wronged, the waterways of the whole city were all over the streets, but they seemed to be really trapped by the labyrinth, and they just couldn't get out of this gloomy waterway.

"Well, now it's our priority to get back to the surface. Thor did not blame the merchant much, he glanced vigilantly at the boundless darkness around him and said to the people:

"One more second here, one more danger......"

"yes, yes, my lord - I feel creepy as soon as I enter here. Mary, the fat maid, followed closely behind Thor all the way, and this shrewd choice kept her alive unscathed, in contrast to the groom whom Thor had never met.

"Go this way—" Thor thought for a moment and pointed to the opposite path from Malten.

"My lord, do you have a clue?" said the fat man's voice with surprise, and he was equally reluctant to stay here for another second.

"No—" Thor shrugged, his answer seemed to discourage the expectant crowd in an instant, "It's just my gut feeling, since I haven't gone out with you for so long, I think it's better to trust my instincts." ”

There is no requirement for the location to go out, and now for Thor and them, as long as they can return to the ground, they will be considered successful, anyway, the people who are chasing them can't arrange killers throughout Worms, so what they have to find now is nothing more than an exit.

Kratos bent down and took the lead along the path pointed out by Saul, and he added several new wounds to his body, but the deepest one was the knife wound left when he fought for his life in the house, but the tower-like barbarian didn't seem to feel pain, and he didn't say a word along the way, but he always walked in the forefront, and he was admired by Malten, who had rarely seen such a tough guy in all these years.

Thor as the principal, made a decision, and the crowd naturally obeyed unconditionally, and when they walked through the third fork in the road, they miraculously caught a glimpse of a bright light in front of the sewer.

It was the light of the candle, which could be clearly discerned even from the distance of the Martene, and the flame of the torch was much more intense and more fluttering, and only the candle could emit such a steady and gentle soft light.

"Be careful—" Thor whispered, encountering living things in the sewers was often far more terrifying and dangerous than dead things.

Slightly above the wet, soft platform on the left side of the sewer, and following Kratos as he slowly approached the candlelight, Thor let his eyes adjust to the light, and gradually saw a reflection on the wall.

The candle was rested in a hollow crack in the stone wall, and there seemed to be an open space on the left side, and a black shadow was reflected on the stone wall on the other side, as if the footsteps from far and near were heard, and the shadow disappeared from the wall in an instant, and then a short figure appeared in front of everyone.

"Ahh

"Dear Miss, I am very sorry that Ketuma's ugly appearance has frightened you, and please believe that this is not my intention-" To everyone's surprise, the ugly little man apologized to Anna with a knightly salute that was not very standard.

"Kobold—" Malten took a step back, unconsciously backwards despite Kratos standing in front of him, a creature known for its brutality and cruelty in the streets.

"Ah, yes, Ketuma is a kobold," said the kobold, who was less than a meter tall, with a knight's sword in his hand, who was almost longer than him, and looked helplessly at Malten in a complaining tone, "You should not be prejudiced, sir—it is true that the kobold standing in front of you is a kobold, but he is also a kobold who knows etiquette and abides morals. ”

The kobold, who called himself Ketuma, was so strange in his way of speaking, in his movements, and in his content that everyone finally focused their attention on Thor without saying anything, and everything was up to him to decide.