"But if I question you, then now I can give you a breath of the wind, the Lord has long been so tired of some of you that she has given separate oracles. It's just that from the perspective of your efficiency, it's really low. ”

Zhuge paused, and in his glance, some of them were hiding their expressions, a discovery that made him even more convinced of his thoughts.

"If there are no other problems, step back. The black-haired man regained his tired expression, as if he had exhausted his energy by saying a few more words, "The Lord is still waiting for me to report the situation, if nothing else, I hope to see your answer tomorrow morning." ”

Zhuge looked up at the statue of the goddess in front of him, and he made up his mind that the trip to the inner temple was imminent.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, if day and night can be distinguished.

......

The narrow and eerie staircase swirled towards the darkness below, and if it weren't for the faint light of the magic light sources on both sides to support his vision, the black-haired man would have had to roll down the stairs. The steps are steeper in height than the others, but the width of the surface is narrower, which makes visitors have to keep an eye on their feet at all times, and step on them carefully.

The Drow maid leading the way, also the Drow priest Emilia, thoughtfully held a soft ball of light in her hand—in the air above the palm of her hand, to be precise, and with the addition of the light spell, the man found that the path ahead did not seem too difficult to walk.

The heels trampled on the stone staircase, making a knocking sound, and the sound ran down the solid stone wall into the dark depths below, stumbling, but it was always a long time before the echo was heard back into the man's ears.

"It seems that the world beneath the temple is much bigger than above?" the man pondered, leaning against the wall with one hand, this was the first time he had made such a difficult staircase - it was more like a structure designed for the drow's relatively small stature, and of course, the master craftsmen, the dark dwarves.

"Yes, I'm up. Emilia replied that her companion Olive had gone to another place at the oracle's behalf, but she did not know what to do. However, as a subordinate, she has no intention of speculating on the man's intentions, in her thinking, doing her own job is the only value of her existence, "A few days ago, Olive and I explored the terrain in the palace, and so far we have only found a part of it - including the buildings on the ground, the underground arsenal, and the prison. ”

"I heard about one thing before, and I haven't confirmed the truth of the situation. The man followed behind the maid, "Is it true that no one has been in this place for nearly 100 years?"

Emilia was born to see the dim environment in front of her, so she gave up her position so that the ball of light in her hand could better help her master figure out the path ahead, "I was only 20 years old at the time, and I was not yet an adult. ”

20 years old, not yet an adult...... Zhuge then listened.

"Olive and I grew up together, and we've always been inseparable. Emilia was hesitant in her tone, sounding like she was reminiscing, she was sorting out her thoughts, but the time had passed so much that it made her seem a little messy, "When we were kids, we used to play around here, and we were very naughty back then. ”

"The temple was large, but it was always quiet, and there were no soldiers guarding the door. Except for the regular meetings of the hostesses, the temple was never open to the public. We tried to get inside, but no matter how we found ourselves, we couldn't get even half a step closer to the temple. ”

The Drow maid pondered, but her footsteps did not stop, "There seems to be an invisible layer in the outer circle of the temple that keeps us outside. ”

And, when it rejected us, we heard a high-pitched, powerful scream. Amilia's tone trembled a little, as if remembering something terrible, "We were both scared, so we ran away. ”

"But the next day, when we woke up, the mistress appeared in front of us. After that, the two of us have been following High Priest Cirhelis until now. ”

"Mistress. Is that Rachel talking about?" the black-haired man had not forgotten his identity, and when referring to the matriarch of the Third Family, he maintained the corresponding etiquette.

"Yes. ”

Zhuge secretly discerned the truth of the other party's words, but he was quickly relieved, because in the teachings of the Drow society, conspiracies and lies were only aimed at "ordinary people". And the existence of a strict hierarchy makes these originally proud women have to bow to themselves.

If he hadn't accidentally come into contact with Misla's magic net, then naturally he wouldn't have been able to fool - but he also knew in his heart that there were very few people in this world who could contact the magic net - there was a premise here, and that was Mishra himself, perhaps it should be called the approval of the god himself.

The road in front of him changed from a bumpy staircase to a flat road, Zhuge secretly recalled the time, it was not too far on the road, but perhaps it was due to the monotonous and boring environment on both sides, which caused the illusion of time psychologically.

The damp breeze carried a salty smell through the corridor, and the dark-haired man frowned slightly, and he quietly pondered that there seemed to be a vent here—that there might be a channel to the outside world somewhere deeper.

But at the moment, he doesn't want to do that, the battle in the arena has changed Zhuge a lot, and as the time he has experienced increases, he feels that if he can't make himself completely stronger, then it will be difficult to have a chance to find that woman - whether death can be reborn, no one seems to try.

"I don't know what happened to them in Kabore. The man sighed softly, he thought of the strongest martial arts chief with an ambiguous attitude, Zorn, perhaps the decision he made subconsciously was inseparable from the familiarity that emanated from him, "Maybe this body itself is a part of Kabore, otherwise why would I care so much about a guy who has a plain taste?"

The man remembered the names of Barkin, Lyde King, and the others in his consciousness, and clenched his fists.

An inaudible wail came from the depths of the corridor ahead, like an ant crawling into his heart, interrupting Zhuge 's thoughts and constantly tearing at his soul.

The maid stopped, Zhuge looked up, and a fork in the road was placed in front of him—one to the left and one to the right.