1:414 Lost in the Demon Realm (6)

Evening. Athens.

Half of the time it was said that they would meet at noon, but after waiting for most of the day, the only person Bedivel was waiting for in front of the patriarch's house, the elephant herbalist Paffer.

"Where's Al?" asked Bedi as soon as she came up.

Pavor shook his head, he didn't know.

He only said what he knew: "There are clues." Kaos will be back tomorrow. "Oh, Haode. Bediwell crossed his arms and thought, "The three Hackett brothers seem to be deliberately avoiding us. If we can find the right time to [ambush] them, we can at least say a few words to each other - there is no way, let's rest first. He turned to enter the patriarch's house, but the guard at the door stopped him with a spear.

Sure enough, it's easy to get out, but it's hard to get in again.

"Oh, Mr. Beverff, the silver wolf. "An old leopard man approached. The old man's own brown hair had turned gray from old age, and the black dress on his body was not luxurious, but it was neatly arranged, and he seemed to be the manager of the house.

"I'm sorry, the patriarch's premises can't accommodate you anymore, tomorrow is the New Year's Festival, there will be a lot of guests stationed in the premises, we must clear the patriarch's premises. (Meaning, you two are not among the welcome guests at all) The New Year's festival is supposed to refer to the ritual of the leopard people to celebrate the arrival of the new year. It is usually set in early or mid-January. This time they just happened to be caught up by the Bediville them.

"Okay. The werewolf boy turned his head depressedly and looked at Pavor on the side: "Let's find a hotel to settle in." I just wish there were empty hostels in Athens. "About the hotel. The butler slowly took out a map again, "Young Master Kaos has already arranged a place for you to stay, and the cost of accommodation has been paid, you just need to follow the instructions to the hotel." "That's good news. At least tonight you don't have to worry about finding a hotel.

"May I ask you for one thing?" asked Bedeville, "uh-" "Simmons." The old leopard man introduced himself.

"Mr. Simmons—" Bediwell whispered into the old leopard man's ear.

"Understood, I'll help relay it. The old butler gave a gift to Bediville and the others to see them off.

When Albert woke up, it was already night. The campfire was not burning very well, and the dim light shone on the surroundings, and Al realized that he was still in the ruins of the old Parthenon.

He tried to move, only to find that his hands and feet were tied behind his back. The hands and feet were entwined with some kind of tough vine, and it seemed difficult to break free. He lay limply on his side on the stone floor, with only a hide and campfire keeping his body warm.

"Are you awake?" Jack leaned over and chewed on some kind of wild fruit as he shoved another into Al's mouth, "It's not much, but you can eat as much as you can, and it'll grow tonight." "Woo!" Al swallowed a few mouthfuls of food, and immediately struggled indiscriminately: "Stinky boy, you are plotting against me! What the hell do you want to do!" "I'm sorry, boss, you were in a hurry to leave, and I couldn't stop you, so I had to tie you up first." Jack smirked shamelessly, "[That] has a time limit, and once it starts, if we don't get in as soon as we get in and come out as soon as possible, it's going to be restored." "[That]?" Jack held up his torch and pointed to the land not far away. That's where he planted the beans before.

"You're not telling me to be here and watch those beans sprout!?" Al struggled again, "I don't have time to fool around with you! Let me go! I have to go back to meet my friends!" "Shhhh

The seeds germinated.

Three tiny seedlings burst out of the ground and began to grow at an incredible rate! they soon grew thick rhizomes and leaves, green and tender like real plants, but with an eerie metallic sheen, reflecting the light in the light of the fire.

"Magic Meow?" Al was dumbfounded.

"I'm going to loosen your bonds, boss, but you have to promise me not to run away. Jack pressed his hand on Al's back.

Al didn't answer, so he wouldn't run away. Those peas in front of him were growing at an unbelievable rate, how could he not finish watching such a wonderful scene?

The pea vines soon intertwine with each other and begin to form a specific shape. A round shape.

Albert didn't notice that his hands and feet had been tied, he just subconsciously got up and walked over, intending to take a look.

"Be careful!" said Jack to El as he stopped.

The fully formed peas begin to unfurl their branches and leaves, forming a huge star shape on the ground. The ground beneath the bowl suddenly vanished, and in its place was pitch black, with bottomless roots that stretched down from the trees.

"What the hell is this?!" exclaimed Albert.

"I'm not wrong, Boss, there's a huge treasure here. Jack pointed to the large hollow underground, "Climb down the tree roots and we'll reach the place where the treasure is hidden." "But?" Al knew it wasn't going to be that simple.

"However, there is a time limit of twelve hours. "As time passes, the entrance will disappear, and the pea vine will revert to its state of beans, and we will be trapped in it forever." "Not [forever]. As long as one person is left to watch outside, even if the entrance is closed, it will take another bean to plant - "It will take a week for these beans to recharge, and another half a day to plant again." Believe me, no one will survive here for a week - and even then, are you going to go?" Jack warned.

It's definitely a death trap. If you run in, you won't be able to come back alive.

"Go ahead. Let's find out. "Curiosity still prevailed over Al.

Jack smiled, and Albert's heart skipped another beat. Jack took the lead and climbed in, and Al hid his blush and climbed down.

There is hardly a glimmer of light in the dark passages. Al had to hold on to the roots of the tree as hard as he could, trying to climb down safely - God knows how many feet deep the hole was?

Fortunately, the roots are not slippery, and they are still stable to grasp, and there is no danger of breaking.

After about ten minutes of climbing, Al began to feel the cavern getting brighter and brighter, yes, almost to the bottom.

"Boss, in the end, jump directly. Jack shouted below.

Albert was still suspicious, judging by Jack's voice, that he was at least thirty feet from reaching the bottom, and that jumping in such a way might break his leg.

But he knew that time was waiting for no one, so he had to take a compromise approach, relax his hand and slide down quickly.

Syllable. After the muffled sound, Al found himself firmly on a layer of white cotton-like ground.

"Is this?" he looked around and found himself in a shijie that stretched for hundreds of miles and was made up of pure white mold.

The ceiling is a sky-like pure blue and is made up of glowing mushrooms. They shone day and night, and although it was a faint light, it was reflected by the pure white mold under Al's feet, and after countless reflections, it illuminated this underground shijie as if it were day.

"Welcome to Typhon. Snow leopard boy Jack said.