The sewers of every town in the Zephyr Continent are as deep and wide as the palace corridors.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if seven or eight carriages were running side by side, they were not crowded at all.

With such a large sewer, the amount of manpower and material resources required is also extremely large.

In terms of the countries of the Zephyr Continent today, they would definitely not be able to come up with so much money, nor would they be able to summon enough skilled craftsmen to accomplish such a feat.

These sewers are actually ancient relics.

More precisely, they were all built during the reign of the elves.

Through the dim light, you can see the exquisite carvings on the four walls of the sewer, although due to age, feng shui erosion, some places have slight damage, but the whole is still well preserved.

It's not just a matter of material selection, it's also a matter of craftsmen who wrap the walls around the walls with huge magic when the construction is completed, so that it will be immortal for thousands of years.

This may seem like a bit of a superfluous move at the time, but it is a testament to the craftsmen's sincere ingenuity and love for the craftsman's profession.

On the other hand, now, there are only a handful of craftsmen who can really maintain a pure ingenuity.

More often than not, they become artisans for money and fame.

Open branches, recruit apprentices, and establish prestige, many guys who can't create a magic weapon in their lifetimes are regarded as masters because of their superb acting skills and ability to observe words and colors.

However, some half-baked craftsmen who have spent many years before releasing a half-finished enchanted weapon will often take out their semi-finished products and show off them in front of others, and often claim to be a rare casting genius for a thousand years, and even use the hands of great nobles to start a sect and raise their status to the level of legendary craftsmen.

This is today's craftsman!

A group of cockroaches chasing fame and fortune!

Taking off my gauntlets, I gently stroked a beautiful relief on the sewer wall, and kept scolding in my heart for the depravity of the craftsman and the darkness of the world.

On the relief, an old man dressed in a floral dress with a piccolo hanging from his mouth strolls through the middle of the street.

His legs are raised high, but his steps are small, and his exaggerated and brisk movements are exactly the same as those of the funny clown of the festival.

When he played the flute, his expression was very selfless, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his expression was joyful and sorrowful, except for the thin line-like corners of his lips, which hooked an exaggerated arc, revealing a strange smile.

The smile was indecipherable, indiscerning, and I could only discern one of his many emotions, and that was ridicule.

But I couldn't tell if he was laughing at me as a bystander or at everything that was behind him.

Behind him, there were long reliefs of a flock of human-sized rats and hundreds of misty-eyed children.

Hundreds of children were tightly embraced by more rats, but it seemed to me that they were more like they were surrounded by a swarm of rats.

The rats had sharp claws and sharp front teeth, but they did not attack the children, not even threaten or intimidate.

They simply gathered the children tightly together, side by side with them, and followed the flute-laden man.

Why does the flute of this man in a flowery dress have such a magical power to attract both mice and children?

Where will they go?

Two questions came to mind one after another, and I subconsciously took a step back and moved my gaze forward, looking in the direction in front of the man in the flower dress.

One step away from the man in the flower dress, there was a vague-looking village, and I could vaguely make out the houses and trees in the village, but I couldn't see more details about it.

It is not that the relief carving of the village has been eroded by feng shui and has become blurred, but it is that the craftsman who carved the village did not intend to let people see the true face of the village, so he carved it into a blur.

"Why?" I was puzzled: "Do you want to express that this village does not exist like a mirage, but if you want to express that it does not exist, it is enough to carve only a part of it, so why carve the buildings and trees?" ”

"Is it to show that the carvers are doing this extra thing, or is there something else to it?"

I was puzzled, so I had to keep looking.

Behind the village, however, is a different picture.

Compared with the man in the flower dress playing the flute, this picture is a little less mysterious, but a little more crazy.

It was a balding man, dressed in a shabby coat, red trousers, a wide black belt around his waist, and a sharp and sharp short blade wrapped around his right arm, his sharp gaze was exactly the same as the sharp cold light emanating from the short blade.

Around him, there was a group of men and women dressed in the same costume, some drinking and playing, some chatting with each other, and some looking behind him.

Behind the half-arm of the man looking behind him was a hooded man carrying a cage, and a half-human with a rat's head and tail.

Beside the masked man and the half-human, there are several gray-haired rats playing around.

Around the rats, a group of large red dogs roamed, these big dogs grinned and fierce, and at first glance they were wild breeds.

The big dogs didn't play like rats, but sat quietly on the ground, grinning ahead.

Following my gaze, I looked back at the balding man.

It was only then that I suddenly realized that this man's crazy gaze had been watching the red hounds from the beginning.

After a moment's hesitation, I looked up again, and saw that above the heads of these men, there was a relief figure, nay, it was not a human, but a moth-like creature, with a pair of purple and yellow wings, looking down like a god on the crazy crowd.

"What's that?" I wondered, "Is it a god they believe in?" Or is it a totem they enshrine? ”

Puzzled again, I shook my head and continued to look forward, and the relief changed again, this time, the relief was no longer as easy to understand as before, but became an abstract painting that I couldn't understand, a bit like Van Gogh.

After a moment of pause and staring, I finally gave up on watching.

If you can't understand it, you can't understand it, even if you look at it for a longer time, you still don't understand, anyway, there are not many people who come to the sewers, and even if you come, you will only clean up the garbage, and you won't observe the reliefs, so it's better for me to finish things first, and then find someone who is well versed in ancient history, and tell the reliefs here to the other party, and then make plans.

After making up my mind, I continued to walk cautiously while casually looking around the walls to see if I could find more reliefs that I could understand.

Sure enough, it paid off.

It was in the middle of the sewer that I found a relief that I could read again.

This time, the reliefs are all depicted with women, all kinds of women, white-skinned, brown-skinned, pure humans, and half-humans with human bodies and snake tails.