Agatha took the small flame in her hand and took another step, heading deeper into the second waterway.

In fact, she had lost her sense of time, and even her perception of everything around her had become blurred, and she could no longer remember how long she had been trekking in this damp and cold place, how many monsters she had dealt with, and how many wounds she had added to the process - at one point, she had even forgotten her name, why she was in this sewer.

But when the green flame leaped in the palm of her hand, she always regained her senses and remembered the only and ultimate mission—to bring the fire and send it to the lairs of the heretics.

The cold wind blew from the dark corridor ahead, and the wind seemed to be wrapped in layers of murmurs and roars, Agatha's body shook, she sensed the presence of malice in the wind, and carefully hid the fire in her hand in the inner layer of her already tattered black clothes.

Hide it and not let the heretics detect it. She looked up into the depths of darkness and saw that countless shapes of shadows were rising and falling in the wind, the gas lamps on the walls of the hallway had dimmed to the point that only a tiny glow like fireflies remained, and the dirty black mud seeped out of the surrounding roof and pipe grates, wriggling, coalescing, forming, and making a disgusting murmur.

Agatha lifted the cane, which was as scarred as herself, and somehow she felt her strength again, and the annoying tiredness had quietly disappeared.

She slammed her staff on the ground, staring at the blasphemous filth that was surging in the darkness, the end of her staff striking the ground like the ringing of a bell—

"Boom-"

The elevator creaked, the car staggered and sank into the depths of the mine, and the guardian warrior, who was guarding the edge of the elevator car, suddenly raised his head and said to his comrades beside him with some confusion:

"Did you just hear anything?"

"It's like a bang," said the other guard, dismayed, and then subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the gatekeeper standing in the center of the car.

"It's like...... It's like ......"

It is like the Gatekeeper striking with his staff before the cleansing of heresy begins

The voice of the "death knell" - he wanted to say it, but he didn't.

Because the gatekeeper is here, she is closing her eyes and recuperating.

As if overhearing the conversation of her subordinates, Agatha opened her eyes, she glanced around, and in silence came to the edge of the car surrounded by guardrails, and looked down.

"Gatekeeper," said the Guardian who spoke earlier, hesitatingly,

"There seems to be a sound coming from below just now, could it be that someone else is also operating in the mine?"

"It's just us here," Agatha didn't look back,

"Don't worry about the voice."

The subordinates retreated for the time being, but Agatha still looked at the boundless and hazy darkness below.

This is the boiling gold mine, the largest vertical access to the lower tunneling area, and even in the depths of the mountain, the fog ······ Still everywhere.

Of course, it is impossible for a normal fog to permeate such a place, but these strange fogs are obviously the effect of supernatural forces, they seep around as if consciously, and when the lights are dim,

Deep underground, the fog fills up as if it appeared out of thin air.

The mine elevator creaked and creaked down in the hazy mist, and occasionally a dim ball of light could be seen moving upwards around it—the gas and electric lights set up in the shaft, which seemed so faint that they seemed as faint as the glow of fireflies when viewed through the fog.

But one way or another, the equipment in the mine is clearly still working - ventilation systems, power pipes, lighting systems, lifting devices...... are all running normally.

Of course, you have to be careful when using the machine at this time, and Agatha decided to use the elevator after sending a priest to check the condition of the hoist - a safer option is to use the stairs and ramps in the emergency passage to go down the shaft, but that would be too time-consuming and physically demanding.

"I hope this thing doesn't break when it goes up," muttered a young Guardian warrior,

"The cargo cars and tracks that crashed out of control on the hillside before were impressive."

"Can't you say something nice at this time?" The other, older guardian frowned,

"Everybody's on the lift—if you're really nervous, just jump in, and you'll be fine in free fall."

"No, no, no, I just said casually, this thing looks very sturdy and secure, and it will definitely not be a problem......"

At this moment another nun with short ear-length hair heard the conversation between the two warriors, leaned over and said:

"But I've heard that there is a female inquisitor in the distant city-state of Purand, and she can jump directly from the cliff to the rocky beach to kill the 'heir', and she will be fine if she jumps from here, ......"

The two guardians were silent for two seconds, then said in unison:

“…… Is that still human?! ”

"I just heard about ......"

The warriors were talking, and it didn't affect their actions afterwards, but it could dilute the tension that came from the falling darkness - the guardians were human and needed to soothe their nerves.

Agatha turned her back to them, neither joining nor stopping her men—she just listened quietly, with a smile on her face at some point.

Unlike many people's impressions, the usual serious and calm gatekeepers are actually calm and tolerant towards their subordinates.

At that moment, the tightening of the steel cables and the grinding of the braking system sounded from all sides, interrupting the communication between the guards.

The elevator car began to slow down and gradually came to a stop in an open and cold place.

"This is the traffic point on the first level," Agatha said, looking around at the nearest support structure, the lighting system, and the slightly cluttered mine equipment in the nearby clearing—the hastily evacuated mine workers had apparently failed to take everything with them, and the traces of the hustle and bustle were everywhere.

"Where's the traffic map?"

"Here," a priest immediately stepped forward and handed the gatekeeper the traffic map he had brought from the Mines Bureau when he set out.

"Our current location is Well No. 2."

Agatha took the drawings and walked down the elevator to compare her surroundings with the data, while recalling the information she had received from the mine managers before going down the mine:

"The underground road to the excavation area has been suspended, and the only way to get to the excavation area is on foot, follow the red line signs, and there will be a ramp to the excavation face 150 meters away."

She looked up and checked her surroundings again.

"Check your surroundings first, set up a safe spot, and then go deeper."

The subordinates were busy, the guards went to make sure the traffic checkpoints were safe, and the priests and nuns began to simply purify the open space around the elevator and set up altars and relics.

Agatha was moving around casually.

She stopped in front of an overturned transfer crate that she hadn't had time to take with her.

The transfer box was made of iron, lined with a tin compartment inside, the lid was not fastened, and it had been broken open after it had been overturned to the ground, and the contents could be seen - some ore that had been hammered into small pieces.

The ore had a dull metallic texture, and a vein-like pale golden vein could be seen on the dull skin.

"It should be a sample to be sent for testing with the shift changer." A middle-aged guardian approached from the side and judged with experience.

Because of the need to investigate the mines, about half of Agatha's subordinates brought this time were long-term guardians in the area of the boiling gold mines, and although they were not professional miners, they also had some experience with the situation here.

"Is Boiling Gold Raw Ore ......?"

Agatha's expression was serious, and she fiddled with a few pieces of ore that had fallen to the ground with her cane, then bent down and picked up one to examine it carefully.

After a few moments, she handed the ore to the middle-aged guardian:

"You check."

"It's a good quality raw ore, and it seems that it can be sent to the furnace with a simple crushing and initial screening, but I can't judge the ore yield very well...... Professionals are needed. ”

Agatha frowned:

"That's it?

Don't have any questions? ”

"I don't see a problem, it's just ore," the guardian said calmly, followed by some doubts,

"Do you have any questions?"

Agatha silently picked up a piece of boiling gold ore and looked at it for a long time before she spoke softly:

"What I'm going to say next, though it's just speculation, is also classified - only those involved in this operation can know about it, and it must be after going down the well."

The defender standing across from her was slightly stunned, but in the next second, the warrior's face was already solemn and serious.

Surprised, but not panicked, surprised, but not overwhelmed.

For every priest who was qualified to follow the gatekeeper on the mission—whether the guardians, the nuns, or the priests—was already a chosen person in the Church, and they had taken an oath and signed a contract under the watchful eye of Bartók.

Everyone is well aware of the peculiarities of their mission, and knows how strange and tricky events can be that need to be handled by the gatekeeper himself - in these deep dark operations, anything can be confidential, and what is ordinary one second can become a taboo that must be isolated from the civilized world the next, and even those who participate in the operation can become at any time

Part of the "secret".

After all, there are some things that are even just

"Knowing" is to leave an erosion rift in the real world, even if it is only left in the mind of the person concerned

The "impression" is to leave a shadow on the loss of control in the future.

Agatha looked up and saw that the temporary altar and relics had been placed and that the safety point had been set up.

"Everyone, assemble - I'm going to announce something."