In the depths of the dark cavern, a lone slave rat wields an iron pickaxe and cuts through the rock wall.

Annan measured the size of the slave rat and felt that he should be able to beat it without spells, so he was safe to approach.

The slave rat was indifferent to Annan's approach, suspecting that the chisel had deafened his ears, and Annan got closer and closer, and even stood on the side of the slave rat with a torch -

The dust and rubble that had been peeled off by the iron pickaxe fell on the dirty, sticky hair, and the scarlet pupils were not afraid of the darkness, and it must have noticed Annan's approach, but still did nothing.

"What are you doing?" Annan took the initiative to ask it.

The pickaxe-wielding nezumi uttered a tiny lingua franca: "Let, human thing, die." ”

"What do I mean for?"

"Let's die, human thing."

In short, good news, bad news: the good news is that the rat people will not attack Annan.

The bad news too.

Annan left the cave where the chiseling sound was heard and returned to the dungeon to find the Elven Ranger: "Violet Eudora, do an experiment with me. ”

Before the elven ranger could walk, Annan helped her to the cave again, and before she could get closer, the slave rat stopped the pickaxe and looked at Annan, or elf, in front of the torch.

"I've brought elven gadgets."

Violet Eudora looked sideways.

……

Jack's heart gradually sank.

The difficulties and atmosphere of the nobles at the banquet made him feel that he did not belong here.

Ruth too, so Jack sends her an invitation: "Want to come to a real party?" ”

Crowds, cheap beers and choking smoke, and low-rise plebeian gatherings were lively and boisterous, rather than the sanctimonious manners and reserved confrontations of the aristocracy.

Ruth soon joins the fray, jumping onto the table and dancing with Jack arm-in-arm. Laughter and swirling magical images made them feel as if they were joining the party.

But the second day of the cold washed away the excitement, and the pressure of the family and the fiancé appeared on Ruth and the audience at the same time.

A smiling Michael lowered his gaze to the audience. The aristocrats didn't take offense, and it was good, and the ladies stared intently at Jack. Well...... Annan's charm, even if it is a magical image, can make it difficult for them to hold themselves?

The magical images come back to reality at this point, giving the audience who are immersed in the story a chance to breathe.

"But didn't the Mage Tower fall that day?" The mage's apprentice asks many doubts in the hearts of people who are not immersed in the love between Jack and Ruth, and he opens the codex, "The base of the mage tower has sunk into the ground, and the new mage tower has been rebuilt on the old mage tower......"

"Yes, ...... that night"

People's hearts tugged, and they remembered that the name of this magical image was "The Fall of the Mage Tower......

Hopefully it won't end badly.

……

"Giggle...... I think...... Myself...... Becoming a nezumi ......"

Annan leaned against the icy rock wall, and the cold and pain filled his body-

"Consciousness corruption won't change your appearance, King of the North, your identity is still useful to the nezumi."

"Is that so?"

Annan was relieved, and the pain and discomfort disappeared.

In any case, they must hurry up and escape from the ground when signs of Annan appear.

Let the ogre, who had recovered some strength, take the bones with him, and as he moved the bones, an undissolved arcane missile ring rolled off the joint.

Picking up the ring and putting it in his pocket, Annan and the ogre and elven rangers set off.

If this is a conspiracy, it is also a conspiracy that Annan cannot refuse. This dungeon is holding many of Annan's companions, and Annan can't do nothing, so he has to go their separate ways.

The ogre stays in the dungeon to rescue his companions, and Annan and the Elven Ranger clean up the nezumi along the way, approaching the exit of the dungeon.

Most of the cells were filled with their companions, and some of them were only ashes remaining. Some people had already woken up, and Annan told them to wait for the time being, with help behind: "We don't even know where we are. ”

Moving on, dealing with several patrolling nezumi along the way, they approached the exit of the dungeon.

Several sturdy nezumi cloaked in tattered cloaks, worn leather armor, and bladed weapons were scattered around the exit.

"They're so good-looking......"

Violet Eudora cast a strange gaze, and Annan soon sobered up:

"What? Did I say anything? ”

……

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Jack and Ruth stood at the top of the tower and embraced.

The beautiful chanting voice tugs the hearts of the audience, making people envious and yearning, as well as longing. But there are also some nobles who are indignant - Ruth betrayed Carl, and they are cheating!

Ruth takes Jack to her room and invites him to paint a portrait of herself.

When Ruth lay on the sofa in a light veil, the necklace around her neck became as beautiful as she was in the soft light.

"That's my necklace......"

A jealous voice rang out in the corner of the last row of the theater: "She stole my character and stole my necklace!" ”

"Those should be mine...... My necklace, my character, my Annan......"

……

"Hey, pretty little mouse."

The nezumi guard's scarlet eyes stared at the figure in the depths of the dungeon.

"I'm in some trouble, beautiful mouse, can you come in and help me?"

The nezumi guard stepped towards the figure, and as they passed a jutting rock wall, the elven ranger hiding in the recess swung his iron pickaxe and knocked the nezumi unconscious.

"All the nezumi are cleaned up."

Tempting the nezumi Annan back to the Elven Ranger, he took the pickaxe and walked out of the dungeon.

The sound of chisels echoing everywhere dotted the moonless starry sky.

"We're out!"

"But it's too easy." Elven Ranger said.

Annan felt the same way.

Augusta Olmedo was confident that they would never escape, or was the chaotic nature of the nezumi simply unconcerned about the captured humans?

The elven ranger looked up, and Annan looked around.

The nezumi dug an open pit?

The old mage tower in the dungeon indicates that the pit is at least 300 years old...... How could there be such a place around Breezy City that went undiscovered?

Or have they been taken somewhere else, and now isn't the night they were attacked?

"Annan, this is not a starry sky."

These stars are strange to the Elven Ranger.

Annan activated the magic ring. The magic rings that had been placed for hundreds of years were completely reduced to powder, and an arcane missile flew straight upwards, rising higher and higher, and then exploded briefly before disappearing into the invisible depths of space.

Beyond visibility, Annan turned back to Violet Eudora and asked, "What do you see?" ”

Violet Eudora said of a rock formation, with patterned rocks, oval bases, and broken statues.

Annan suddenly remembered the base of the old mage tower that he saw when he wrote "The Fall of the Mage Tower", and remembered the slave rat's repeated "let, human thing, die".

This is the underground of Breeze City.

(End of chapter)