There he is. But half of it was out of her sight. This peephole is overlooking the very end of this cul-de-sac. All she could see was his back, the nape of his neck bowed. as well as the right arm. He sat near the corner. Prying stones with a knife. His sword was a short sword forged in steel. The shank is encrusted with jewels. The blade was broken; The severed one lies just below the hole. He held a dagger in his hand and kept stabbing it. Want to pry open the stone. Good to get water to drink. He heard the sound of water gurgling on the other side of the impermeable stone wall. The sound of the water was very clear in the dead silence of the earth.

His movements appeared weak. After two days and three nights. He's changed a lot. It was very different from the man who had stood softly and calmly by the iron gate and laughed at his failures. Although it looks tenacious, it is still tenacious. But the strength in his body is gone. He had no magic to remove the stones. A useless broken knife must be borrowed. Even the light of his sorcery faded. Becomes dim and hazy. Aerha watched while watching. The light trembled slightly. The man turned his head. Throw away the short sword in your hand. A while. He stubbornly picked up the dagger again. Try to stab the broken blade hard into the cracks in the rock.

Aha crawls among the frozen reeds on the shore. I gradually forgot where I was. I also forgot what I was doing. She clasped her hands close to her mouth and closed them in the shape of a cup. Leaning into the hole and shouting, "Wizard." The sound slid down the narrow path of the rock. Coldly whispering in the underground tunnel.

The man was taken aback. Hurriedly stood up. Out of Aerha's line of sight. She leaned in again to the peephole. He said, "Go back down the stone wall by the river to the second turn. Walk in. Turn right at the first fork. Skip a turn and turn right. Turn right when you reach Six Forks Road. Then turn left. Turn right. Left. Turn right again. Go into the painting room and wait."

She moved and looked in again. For a moment I wanted to let daylight peek through the peephole into the tunnel. She found him back within reach of the circle. I'm looking up at this opening. She saw that he had a scar on his face. He looked anxious and expectant. His lips were dry and burnt. But the eyes are bright. He raised his staff. Slowly move the light closer to her eyes. She retreated in fright. Hurry back to pull back the rock cover. Push back the paved pebbles. Get up and quickly return to the mausoleum. She noticed her hands trembling. I also occasionally feel dizzy when walking. She didn't know what to do.

If he follows her instructions. will return to the direction leading to the iron gate. Arrive at the painting room. There are no treasures in the painting room. He had no reason to go there. But the ceiling of the paint room has a nice peephole. The "Treasure Room" that leads to the Twin Temples. Maybe that's why she thought of the paint room. She doesn't know. I don't know why I just spoke to him.

She can use a sniffle hole to send some water down the tunnel. Then tell him to fetch it. That way he will live a little longer. As she pleases. He can live as long as he wants. Suppose she occasionally puts some water and a little bit of food down. He would wander through the great labyrinth day after day, month after month; And she could see him through the peephole. And tell him where to find water. Sometimes the error is deliberately indicated. so that he can run for nothing. But he'll go anyway. That will surely make him understand. Mocking the nameless in the place where the immortal are buried, boasting of ridiculous masculinity. What will be the result.

But as long as he's still inside. She'll never be able to enter the labyrinth. Why. She asked herself and replied: I must leave the iron door open when I go in. He might take the opportunity to escape...... But at best, he could only flee to the Great Tomb. So here's the thing: she's scared to face him. She was afraid of his power. Afraid of all the tricks by which he got into the tomb. And the sorcery that keeps the light shining. However. Is that that scary. She is protected by the power that rules over this dark zone. It's not him. The facts are clear. In the realm of the nameless of the ages. There's not much he can do. He didn't open the iron door. Doesn't summon magic food. Didn't get water through the wall. Didn't summon the monsters to take down the stone wall. All she worries about what he might do. He didn't do a single thing. Even. He walked everywhere for three days. Hasn't found his way to the Great Treasure Room he's been looking for. Nor did Alha herself go there as Sarah had instructed. Based on a certain kind of awe and resistance. She postponed the expedition and postponed it again. She vaguely felt that the time had not yet come.

She now thought: why not just let him go instead of her. He can see all the mausoleum treasures he wants. They're very useful to him. She can make fun of him then. and told him to eat gold and drink diamonds.

With the restlessness and nervousness that had occupied her whole person for the past two days. She ran towards the Twin Temples. Open the small treasure room in the vault of the temple. Lift the ingenious hidden peephole in the floor.

Underneath is the Painting Room. But it's dark inside. She forgot. The man walks the tunnel network underground. The pathway is winding and winding. Probably miles longer than the surface distance. And he must be weak. Walk not fast. He may also not remember the instructions she gave and turn the wrong corner. Few people can be like her. Listen once and remember the directions. Maybe he didn't understand her at all. If that's the case. Let him fall in the dark. Dead. This stupid, foreigner, godless fellow. Let his ghost wail along the downhill stone path of the Etuan Mausoleum. Until darkness consumes it......

Early the next morning. After less sleep and more nightmares of the two only. She hurried back to the Twin Temple's Detective Hole. She looked down. Nothing can be seen. It's just pitch black. She lowered the small tin lantern hanging from the chain: yes. He's in the paint room. Halo through candles. She saw his two legs and a limp hand. This voyeur hole is not small. About the size of a whole floor tile; She leaned against the orifice. Shouted, "Wizard."

Didn't move. Is he dead. That's all he has? She sneered to herself. But the heart is pounding. "Wizard." Her cries echoed through the hollow room below. He moved. Stand up slowly. Look around. Confused. A while. He looked up. Catch a glimpse of the small dangling lantern above your head. His face was terrible to look at. It's swollen and black. It's the same as a mummy's face.

He reached for the wooden staff that was placed on the ground beside him. But no light came out. He didn't have any strength left.

"Wizard. Do you want to see the treasures of the Etuan Mausoleum?"

He looked up wearily. Squint at the bright light of her lantern. That's the only thing he can see. A while. He winced. Maybe I originally wanted to squeeze out a smile [Fei Fei Xiao '説'网'.ffxs'n 紛享] . Then he nodded.

"Get out of this room. Left. When you hit the first passage on the left, turn around and go down......" She went on and on No pauses. When he had finished, he said, "In there you can find the treasure you are looking for. Maybe you can find water. Right now. Treasures and water. Which one do you want. Sorcerer."

He leaned on the wooden staff and straightened up. Look up with those eyes that can't see her. Wanted to say something. But the thirsty throat can't make a sound. He shrugged slightly. Left the paint room.

She won't give him water. Not at all. He'll never find his way to the treasure room anyway. That guide was too long. He can't remember. Besides, there is a "huge crater" on the way. If only he had gone that far. He's out of work right now. Will definitely get lost. Then fell to the ground and did not rise. Finally died somewhere in a narrow, empty, dry aisle. Manan will go to him when the time comes. Drag him out. And that's the end of it. Aerha grabbed the hole cover with both hands. Keep shaking the prostrate body back and forth. She bit her lip tightly. It was as if he was in terrible pain. She doesn't give him any water. She doesn't give him any water. She was going to give him death, death, death, death, death.

In this dark moment of her life. Ke Xiu is here. She wears a winter black robe. With a huge volume. Walk into this treasure room with heavy steps.

"Is that man dead?"

Alha looked up. There were no tears in her eyes. No need to hide.

"I think it's dead." She replied. Get up at the same time. Pat the dust off your skirt. "His light is gone."

"He may be cheating. Those soulless guys are very cunning."

"I'll wait another day."

"Yes. Or wait two days. Then you can send Dolby down and drag the body out. He was stronger than old Manan."

"But it was Manan who served the nameless for generations. Not Dolby. There are places in the Great Labyrinth. Dolby shouldn't be in there. The thief is in this kind of place now."

"What does it matter. Anyway, the big labyrinth has been defaced......

"His death can cleanse the labyrinth again." Aha said. From Ke Xiu's expression. She could tell that her look must be a little weird. "Priestess. This is my field. I must take care of it according to the commands of my mother. About death. I already know a lot. Don't teach me."

Ke Xiu's face shrank into the black hood. It's like a desert tortoise reindenting into a tortoise shell. She replied coldly and slowly, "Good. Mistress."

The two parted in front of the altar of the Twin Temples. Now that she has told Ke Xiu that she knows what to do. Alha then calmly walked to the hut. Call Manan. Ask him to accompany him.

She climbed the hill with Manan. Walk into the throne hall. Enter the Great Catacombs. The two of them pulled the long doorknob hard. Open the iron door of the Great Labyrinth. They lit the lanterns and entered. Alha led the way to the painting room. Then go from the painting room to the big treasure room.

The thief didn't go far. She and Manan had barely walked five hundred steps in the twisting tunnel. and met him; He collapsed in the narrow tunnel. Thrown to the ground like a ball of rags. Before he fell. The cane falls to the ground first. Landed on the ground a little away from him. There was blood on his lips. Eyes half-closed.

"He's alive." Manan knelt down. Big yellow hand on the man's throat to probe the pulse. "Do you want me to strangle him? Mistress."

"No. I want him to live. Lift him up. Come with me."

"Let him live." Manan was puzzled, "Why. Little hostess."

"Let him be a slave to the mausoleum. Don't ask. Do as I say."

Manan's face was more melancholy than before. But still follow the instructions. It took a bit of effort on his part. Lift the young man to his shoulders like a long cloth bag. Follow Al Ha staggering forward. Under that kind of load. Manan couldn't get far at once. To make him gasp. This return trip made a total of more than a dozen stops. Every time you stay somewhere. The corridors all look the same: gray-yellow stones are stacked together into a vault. The stony ground is uneven. Air stagnation. Manan gasped. The stranger on his shoulder lies quietly. Two lanterns shine a dim circle of light. The further outward it goes, the thinner it gets. In the end, it did not fall into the darkness before and after the corridor. Each pause. Alha took the water bottle she had brought. Aim at the man's dry and burnt mouth and drop some water. A little bit at a time. lest he come back to life too hastily and kill him.

"Are you going to the chain cell?" When they walked to the passage that led to the iron gate. Manan asked. Aha listened. I started thinking about where to take this prisoner. She doesn't know what's good.

"No. Not in the chain cell." She said. Suddenly, I was disturbed by the smoke and stench of my memory, and the silent face that covered my face and did not say a word. Besides, Ke Xiu may go to the chain room. "He...... He must stay in the Great Labyrinth. This way he will not be able to recover his magical powers. Which room has a ......?"

"There's a door in the paint room. There are locks. There are also detective holes. Hostess. If you are sure that he will not run through the door."

"He has no magical powers underground. Just take him there. Manan."

Carrying a heavy burden and walking half of the way. Now I'm going to walk back. Manan was tired and panting. There was no strength to protest at all. Only straighten your back and bring the man back to your shoulders. After returning to the painting room. Alha takes off her heavy woolen winter cloak. Spread on the dusty ground. "Put him on it." She said.

Manan gasped for air. A look of consternation. Melancholy staring at Aerha. "Little Mistress ......"

"I want him to live. Mannan. Look at the way he's shaking now. He's going to die cold."

"Your coat will become unclean. This is the coat of the first priestess. And not only did he not believe in God. It's still a man." Manan blurted out. Small eyes squinting. It's like you're in pain.

"I'll burn this cloak afterwards. Knit one more piece. Fast. Manan."

Listen to what Aerha said. Manan obediently bent down and lowered the prisoner on his shoulder. Let him lie on a black cloak. The man collapsed as if he were dead. But the pulse in the larynx is still beating violently. From time to time a spasm made his body tremble.

"He should be chained." Manan said.

"Does he seem like a dangerous person who will cause trouble?" Ahara scoffed. But she saw Manan fingering an iron lock nailed into a rock. Indicates that the prisoner can be chained back. So he sent him to the chain chamber to get chains and rings. Manan walks down the corridor. While muttering and complaining. While reciting the tunnel walk. He used to go back and forth between the painting room and the chain room. It's just never been alone.

In the light of the only remaining lantern. The humble figures on the four walls with large drooping wings, crouching or standing in the endless silence. It seems that they are all moving and disturbing.

She knelt down. Drip water into the prisoner's mouth with a water bottle. Drop a little bit at a time. Finally he coughed. Hands raised weakly to hold a water bottle. She told him to take it and drink it. When he finished drinking and lay down. Water stains plus dust and blood stains. Dirty face. He muttered something indistinct. Just a few words. But in a language she didn't understand.

Manan finally came back with a long chain in tow. Also brought a large shackle that could be cuffed. and an iron ring that fits the prisoner's waistline. "The hoop isn't tight enough. He can slide away." When Manan locks the chain to the iron ring on the wall. Muttered.

"No. You see." Alha is less afraid of the prisoner now. She held out her hand. Demonstrate the iron hoop and the remaining slit between the ribs of the man's waist. Even her hands can't fit in. "Unless he starves for more than four days."

"Little hostess." Manan said in a sad tone, "I'm not suspicious of anything. But...... What good is it for him to be a slave to the nameless of the ages? He's a man. Little man."

"Manan. You're such an old idiot. Well. Get it done. We're leaving."

The prisoner stared at the two men with bright but tired eyes.

"Manan. What about his staff? Over there. I'm going to take it away. It has magical powers. Not. And I'm going to take this with me too." She quickly jumped forward. Grab the silver chain on the side of the man's collar. Wrap the chain around the man's head; The man tried to stop her by the arm. But he was kicked in the back by Manan. Alha shook the silver chain. He can't reach it. "Is this your talisman? Sorcerer. You're very precious it's not. It doesn't seem to be of much value. Don't you have the money to buy a better one. Let me take care of it for you." Talking. She hung a silver chain around her neck. and hide the pendant under the thick collar of the woolen tunics.

"You don't know what it's for." The man said. The voice is extremely hoarse. The pronunciation of the Karg spoken is incorrect. But the meaning is clear enough.

Manan kicked him again. This kick. The prisoner snorted in pain. Close your eyes.

"Leave him alone. Mannan. Let's go."

She leaves the paint room. Manan grunted and tailgating.

Night. When the lights are turned off. Al Ha climbed the hill alone again. She drew water from the well behind the throne hall and filled it with water bottles. Take this bottle of water and a chunk of unleavened buckwheat flatbread. Enter the painting room of the Great Labyrinth. She kept both things within the prisoner's reach. He was asleep. Neither moved. She put her things away and turned back to the hut. That night. She also slept soundly.

Afternoon. She went to the Great Labyrinth alone. The bread is gone. The water bottle is empty. Stranger sitting with his back against a wall. The face with dust and scars still looks terrible. But the expression is wary.

She stood in the corner directly across from him. Man chained. It's impossible to touch her. She looked at him for a moment and then looked away. But there's nothing special about it in the room. She wouldn't speak. It was as if something was holding her back. Her heart was pounding. Like scared. Actually, there is no reason to be afraid of him. He's in her control.

"It's nice to have light." He speaks softly and deeply. Makes her panic.

"What's your name?" She asked brutely. I feel that my voice is quite abnormal. Extraordinarily tall and thin.

"Hmm. Everybody calls me Sparrowhawk."

"Sparrowhawk. That's your name."

"It's not."

"And what's your name?"

"I can't tell you. Are you the first priestess of the mausoleum?"

"Hmm."

"What do you call you?"

"Aerha."

"'The devoured'...... Is that what the name means?" His dark eyes were looking at her intently. The corners of his mouth are slightly smiling [Fei Fei Xiao '説'网'.ffxs'n 紛享].「 What is your name?"

"I don't have a name. Don't ask me questions. Where are you from?"

"The people of the Inner Ring Islands. In the West."

"Hafno."

It was the name of the city or island in the Inner Ring Islands that she knew.

"Yes. I'm from Hefno."

"What are you doing here?"

"The Etuan Mausoleum is very famous among our people."

"But you're a heretic. I don't believe in God."

He shook his head. "No. Priestess. I believe in the power of darkness. I've met 'the nameless of the ages' somewhere else."

"Where?"

"In the archipelago district. It's the Inner Ring Kingdom. There are also many places there that are subordinate to the earth Taikooli. That Swire is the same as here. It's just that none of them are bigger than here. And the rest of the city has no temples and no priestesses. It's not like here either. So worshipped."

"You have come to worship." She scoffed.

"I'm here to steal." He said.

She stared at his serious face, "You're too confident."

"I know it's not easy."

"Easy. It's simply impossible. If you believe in God. You'll know that's not possible. The nameless look after what they belong to."

"What I'm looking for isn't theirs."

"That must be your thing."

"I'm here to ask for it."

"That's what I said. What the hell are you. God. Or a king." She looked him up and down. The man sat on the ground tiredly. His body was shackled in chains. Filthy all over. "You're just a thief."

He didn't say anything. Just look at it.

"You're not allowed to look at me head-on." She said in a loud voice.

"Miss." He said, "I have no intention of offending. I'm a stranger. And it's an intruder. I don't understand your rules here. Nor do they know the etiquette of meeting the priestess. I'm just an ant in the palm of your hand now. In case of accidental offense. Please forgive me."

She stood where she was. No response. There was a moment. She felt the blood rise up her cheeks. Hot and ridiculous. But he wasn't looking at her anymore. I didn't see her blushing. He had already been told to look away.

The two didn't talk for a while. The figures on the walls around them looked at them with sad and empty eyes.

She brought a whole stone altar of water. See his eyes drift all the way to it. After a while. She said, "If you want to drink water. Drink it."

He immediately staggered to the stone altar. Raise it as easily as a wine glass. I drank it for a long time in one go. Then. He wets the corner of his sleeve. Wipe dirt, blood, cobwebs, etc. off your face and hands as much as possible. It took a while. Girl watching from the sidelines. After wiping. He looks much better. But this care made the scar on one cheek exposed. That's an old scar that has healed for a long time. It is in the form of four parallel ridges. It extends from the eye to the jawbone. It's like a scratch from a giant claw. Looks white on a swarthy face. ()