By the time he reached the stairs, Alan was out of breath, he had never expected the corridor connecting the cell to the staircase to be so long, but as Harwin said, the jailers at every aisle turned a blind eye to them, especially Steven's short height, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the three people who came out of the cell were no longer the ones who went in. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After a brief pause, they began to ascend, through spiral staircases, until at last they came to the spacious domed platform, which was still dark all around, except for the campfire on the wall, and the only source of light was the narrow sloping window high up in the wall, through which Alan guessed that it must be evening.

"Don't go any further. A voice came from around the corner.

Alan was startled and stepped back one after another until he bumped into Sersi. "Stranger," a man in a black cloak leaned half of his body exposed, "go from here." As he spoke, there was the sound of the key turning the keyhole.

The three of them entered the door in silence, and had barely taken a few steps forward when the door closed behind them, and darkness followed.

Frightened as they groped their way through the darkness, Alan began to regret not taking a torch along the edge of the wall, so he stumbled forward until his outstretched hands touched the clammy edge.

It's a dead end. There was no way out but the door through which they had entered. Suddenly, there was a glimmer of light from behind, and Alan looked at the fire in Steven's hand in a panic, and found that the kid had taken out the velvet. "Damn, why didn't you take it out sooner?" he cursed.

"I, just found it in my pocket. Steven said pitifully.

Alan looked around and saw that the place where they were located seemed to be a cellar, surrounded by several oak barrels for wine, piled up more than ten feet high, and he looked up and saw that there seemed to be a passage at the top, perhaps a vent in the cellar. "I'm afraid we'll have to get out of there. He pointed to the hole and said.

"Where will it lead?" said Sersi looking around uneasily.

"I bet the old man won't lie to us. Eren's sword was belted and began to climb, jumping from barrel to barrel before reaching the vent and beckoning to those below.

When Sersi and Steven caught up, Alan could only hold on to the cold edge of the cave with both hands and pull himself in due to the narrow vents, but the only thing to be thankful for was that there seemed to be a bright light flickering on that end.

Alan didn't know how long he had been crawling, but when his head sticked out of the narrow hole, he wanted to go back in the moment. In the darkness, countless pairs of hollow and huge eyes were staring at him hungrily, staring at him covered in hair, and he could faintly see the jagged shadows of the tusks, and countless skulls shining in the darkness, and the light just now came from the eyes of these monsters, which were glowing and coveting their prey.

So he closes his eyes and drives away fear, or waits for death.

But death did not come, but Selsey's curses, and then he tried to get out of the hole, blew the velvet, and found that it was still a stone cellar, surrounded by skulls.

Curious, he reached out to one of them, wondering if it was true. His fingers ran across a broad nose, and the bones felt smooth, black and hard, and then downward, his fingers touched a tooth, cold and sharp, like a dagger forged by darkness, and he shivered.

"Where is this?" cried Sersi as she jumped down.

Eren continued to wander among the skulls perched on the walls, feeling those hollow eyes staring at him through the shadows, and there was an uncomfortable feeling in this dimly lit, spacious, tall cellar.

Steven shivered behind Sersi as he followed Allen's footsteps through the bone forest.

Allen, who walked in front, avoided left and right, trying to find the exit to this cellar, but as soon as he avoided a huge horn sticking out, his cloak was torn by a fang, and it was torn along with his linen tunic and teared a large piece, and the velvet fell to the ground, and it was pitch black again. In order to tear open the giant teeth that bit his shirt, he jerked back into the monster's mouth, but unexpectedly crashed into the door.

In the dark, he found the heavy tab on the door, pulled it hard, and found that the door seemed to be locked from the other side.

"Man, what are you doing?" said Sersi scurried up.

"We're cornered. Alan leaned aside.

"Get out of the way!" Selsi yelled, rushing to the door.

After a loud bang, the gate was slammed open, and the sound seemed to alarm the entire city of your. "Holy, you're going to tell the whole of your that we've escaped?" Alan cursed and poked his head out, revealing a long corridor outside the door and a staircase at the end.

They walked through the dark, damp corridor, the flickering light of the fire hazy across the walls, and when they reached the staircase, they went straight up again until the end.

Alan reached out to pull the door again, but this time it went very smoothly, and the heavy wooden door resisted only a moment before slowly opening inward.

This time Sersi stepped out first, but then stepped back.

"What's wrong?" asked Alan rubbing his nose after hitting the black leather cloak.

Sersi tilted his head out the door, and Eren poked his head out, and an icy wind hit him. Outside the door was still a long corridor of stones, and far away on his left hand, he saw the light of a torch, swaying softly like a candle, and then two figures in robes. He could tell that they were two servants, their shadows staggered and projected on the wall, tall as giants.

He heard their voices, echoing through the corridor.

“..... Sooner or later they will be found," said one of them, "and I must admit that Sumer was indeed great, but the Priest was better informed than anyone else." Or a day or two, or a week at the latest, and I bet Kane loses....."

"What will you do when the priest finds that kid?" the second man's lingua franca sounded like a Nippelan accent, "Honor him as the head of the Flame Legion, the new lord of your?"

"You're crazy to think so, that kid is not even ten years old!" the first voice exclaimed, "You know, Namu was able to hold the position of lord for twenty years, it didn't depend on the priest who chose him, if it weren't for the support of Sunlight City, the Flame Priest would have given up the city of your?" The man smiled, "Don't dream, there is no such good thing in the world!"

"So what does he want that kid to do? Catch him back and be a puppet? It's too much trouble, why doesn't he become a lord himself!" The man with a Nippelan accent complained, "Instead, I'll cast a spell to kill Kane, and the old guy who is sick and dying in bed, and then announce to the whole of your that I'm the new lord!"

"So, you can't be a flame priest for the rest of your life!" the first voice said.

"I never said I wanted to be a flame priest. The Nippur accent laughed.

Alan suddenly felt that the voice sounded familiar.