Lothar, it's been falling for a while. Cheese thought so and looked at the darkness below. The time in the rift was out of sync with the outside world, the mage could be sure of that, for it was noon by now calculating the time, whether from the heartbeat or other physiological signals. But the rope around his waist didn't move at all. Not only that, but Cheese was also skeptical that the rope was still leading to the exit, otherwise the signal when he pulled the rope and the strange appearance of the rope when Lothar fell into the darkness should have caught the attention of the people above a long time ago.

But it's also normal. Abnormally normal. Cheese took a breath, his eyes a little tired, partly because after all the experience of last night, even the gray robe couldn't keep his energy up. On the other hand, he felt that he was a little fed up with dealing with these things, things that were beyond all knowledge and legends, things that would not be recorded in any story. They don't deserve to be celebrated, not to be remembered, not even to be feared. They make no sense, they make no sense at all.

"I'm talking about you. You are not destined to be accepted by this world, under the clear sky, under the stars, under the dark clouds, not even in the storm! Why don't you understand this? here, this world, does not belong to you!" The mage's roar seemed to be directed at the darkness around him, but if you had the same magical vision as Cheese, you would find that there were things densely packed in the darkness, clinging to the cliffs on either side of the breach, quietly bearing the rebuke of the gray robe.

It is not true to say that they are reprimanded, after all, some of them have no sense of hearing at all, and even if they do, they do not understand the language of humans or any earthly creatures, so the rebuke of cheese is more like a meaningless noise, and its only effect is probably similar to the roar of an animal warning.

After yelling, the mage calmed down again. It wasn't the first time he'd yelled at the things around him, but after this time, he was almost certain that no matter how much he yelled, none of the walls would react to him. They are as motionless as sculptures. But they weren't sculptures, and Cheese knew that, and those things, whatever they were, were the kind of beings he hated, the kind of beings he said should not be. So why are they here? The mage has two guesses.

The first is that they created the rift. If the rifts were because of them, they were a matter of course, and the relationship between these guys and the weird knot was a matter of course. This is the easiest result to deduce, and if you put all the current intelligence together, it is almost a matter of course. The premise is that the information they have is correct now, and it is the most important piece of the truth puzzle.

One of the things that the mage has learned from his experience in the Greylion is that when faced with a problem or an event, he should not be so anxious to follow the texture and context it shows, but should try to think about the whole problem from a farther or more macro perspective. In this way, many detours can be avoided and many confusions can be resolved. In this way, the mage knows too little at the moment. What he saw and heard was only fragments, and it was impossible to piece together the general shape of the whole problem, as if a blind man was touching an elephant, and the result from each angle was completely different.

And the elephant that Cheese was touching now made him feel that these things were not the culprit of the rift. They are more like beings who already live in the dark underground, and because of this rift, they are starting to want to move upwards. As for the reason to stop moving now, it is likely that it is because of the sunlight outside the rift, or because they have nowhere to go. He was kept in the same cage as them, and Lothar was probably removed because he did not meet certain conditions of the cage, otherwise there was no reason why the Count's rope would break, but his was still intact.

After a rough guess of his current situation, the next question is, what should he do? The difference between Cheese and Lothar is that the latter will choose to leave quickly along the rope because he can't stand the atmosphere in the rift. The former has the ability to think calmly in an unknown environment. It's just that in many cases, no one can tell which of the two reactions is more correct. Because sometimes, fleeting opportunities have disappeared in the midst of hesitation and calculation.

However, not all rounds have a way out, and not everyone needs to follow the exit to get out of the maze. What Cheese learns makes him understand that most of the walls in this world are not what they seem. He didn't intend to go up the rope, he pulled out the dagger from his waist and pressed the blade against the rope. Taking another deep breath, the mage slowly began to cut the ropes that held him together. "The bond of maintenance will inadvertently become a rope on the gallows, and the so-called hope and way out are the easiest places to be trapped. ”

The feeling of falling was not new to Cheese, he had experienced a similar experience not long ago, except that now there was a bottomless abyss below him, rather than ice and snow that had frozen for an unknown number of years. Some people say that falling is similar to flying, and the mage doesn't think so. Those people see flying and falling as a way to get rid of the earth beneath their feet, and they see the earth as a bondage. But what is the restraint in this world beyond the earth? Flying requires speed, wind, and wings, and where is this called freedom? As for falling, isn't the feeling of being pulled back to the land by an invisible force no matter how high you leave the ground? When you jump down, you are tied to a rope around your waist, and the lower end of the rope is attached to a lead ball called the world, which will pull you down until ...

"Shhh He subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to grasp something to slow down and concentrate the weight of his whole body in one place. So he smoothly grabbed the straw rope that extended upwards. The untreated burrs on the straw rope made his palms stinging slightly. rope, in the upward movement.

"Hey, can you hear me!" said the intelligible language from above.

The mage looked up, and above him was a palm of the sky that could be shaded, but the midday sun just shone down from that palm of the sky and shone on his face. Look around again, and there is a shadow on the cliff. He came back and escaped from the cage. But, there's only one rope here. After searching for a while, Cheese noticed that above him, there was a straw rope slowly shaking, and a long black pole was tied to the lower end of the straw rope, and other ropes were wrapped around the long pole, and a hollow knot was tied at one end of the long pole.

The knots swayed like a hanged corpse.