The glow of magic fell on the "rat-man", causing it to be slightly frightened.

"Are you the Bottom Nest?" Annan asked again.

"You ...... Topmost? His words were choppy, as if the vocal organs had degenerated.

"We come from the surface." Annan observed his appearance and had some guesses: "Are you cursed?" ”

"Cursed...... No...... We...... Also ......"

Poof-

The soft sound of landing not far away suddenly grabbed the "rat man's" senses, and he pounced on the fluorescent fruit, plucked the fruit and crawled into the grotto.

"I'm proficient in the lingua franca......" exclaimed Amy.

Annan's attention falls into the cave, while Amy's attention falls on the plant that bears new fruit at a rate visible to the naked eye after being picked.

"Grab another one?" Theophilus scratched his head.

"Don't." Alice seemed to have forgotten that she was going to attack them just now: "We are outsiders, and we don't know this place yet. ”

The "rat people" will ignore them and attack them. For example, when Alice wanted to explore the glow fruit, the "rat people" who ignored them suddenly let out a threatening roar, and they retreated before they returned to laziness.

The fog outside the craggy grotto gradually dissipated, and the glowing fruit no longer grew.

They looked at each other, why was the bottom nest so grotesque and treacherous, as if it was hiding a secret...... But the Ministry of Ceremonies just threw them into secret?

Alice suddenly picked up a scrap of metal and wiped it away.

"We should be very deep in the bottom nest." She handed the metal fragment to Annan, searched around it and found several more fragments.

"Why?" Annan saw the words on the metal fragments, not lingua franca.

"These tools ...... They have a Wilhelm style. ”

"Is this Wilhelmwin?"

Alice looked up and stopped, "It's just a scratch." ”

"Oh."

Annan handed the metal fragment to the curious others.

This is the original bottom nest, and maybe even the bottom, so the bottom nest people here have taken on non-human characteristics.

"I thought it was just chaos compared to the surface...... So how do we find a golden invitation? Theophilus asked.

It's hard to even talk, and the rat people will use golden invitations?

"Find your way to the upper level, the closer you get to the surface, the more normal it is." Alice threw away the scraps of metal and returned to the group.

The old illumination annihilated, and the new illuminated bloomed, outlining the shadows of the jagged boulders as the moving procession followed.

"Is that a golden invitation?"

As he was about to leave the grotto, the glitter on the edge caught Teophilus' attention. They approached what looked like reflections buried in rubble.

It was indeed a golden invitation, except that "it" had already been used, drowning in a pile of fibrous flocculents.

"Is this the excrement of the 'rat-people'?"

Annan's words made the surprised Theophilus retract his hand, and Annan told him that it was nothing: "It's just excrement, this is the historical tradition of the imperial capital." ”

The Slertovians laughed, and some quipped, "Even the rat people know how to wipe their butts, Everdon don't just lift your pants." ”

"Shut up!"

Annan couldn't help but sigh that the Salz School of Magic was full of talents.

In the end, Teophilus picked up the golden invitation and cut two pieces of cloth from the mage's robe, one to wipe clean and one to wrap up.

"Do you want to see it?" Theophilus didn't want to be defiled.

Annan shook his head: "I'll look at the second one." ”

In fact, Annan saw it, and those fibrous feces knew that there would be no smell, and the golden invitation was a magical material that would not be soaked, burned, or torn, and was as soft as cloth.

Picking up a golden invitation, there shouldn't be a second, but they still circled around and left the grotto to find their way to the upper level.

The vast Nest resembles an underworld, and Alice happens to know an unhurried "labyrinth", a form of prophecy that helps spellcasters find their way out without the magic fog, and then they follow the direction of the maze. Along the way, I encountered two more grottoes, but I didn't find any more golden invitations.

Dozens of minutes later, they began to wonder if they had deviated from the direction when light seeped into the rock tops high in the sky.

A stepless pillar of rock leads to the depths of light. They also found a weakened "rat man" near the rock pillar. He was young, hung with strips of broken cloth, and through his near-transparent heart, he could see depleted organs and a heart that was nearly stagnant.

He should be the next generation of rat people......

"What should I do?"

"Try the cure." Annan said.

They were taken away from their magic items and had to rely on magic.

The healing technique made the throbbing in the chest cavity weak, but it was not enough.

"Which of you carries him on his back." Annan intended to take him to the upper echelons.

"I ...... Belch...... I have a headache ......."

"The teleportation just made me uncomfortable......"

The students hide from Annan's gaze, they are both nobles and magicians, and they can't carry a "rat man".

Annan had no choice but to pick up the boy and ask Alice to help put him on his back.

"I'll do it too." Alice said.

"No, he's light......"

Annan's black eyes drooped slightly, and he only weighed more than thirty pounds......

Then Alice took off her mage robe and draped it over him: "She's a girl." ”

At this time, they smelled bitterness in the air, and the mist came again.

"They're not going to be good for health, let's go up."

Let them cast the light feather technique, and the young mages did not figure themselves up the rock pillar.

The fear of falling into the flesh made them move quickly, and they climbed hundreds of meters of stone pillars in a few minutes.

Climb up to the penultimate level of the bottom nest, there is also a bitter mist, but it is much more sparse, surrounded by signs with skulls and dangerous lingua franca, and the gathering place in the distance is lit up.

Seeing the normal gathering place, the uneasiness of the depths of the earth and loneliness finally faded, especially when they met a local—a normal human with covetousness, trepidation, envy, and hatred.

"Give me your money."

Annan collected dozens of gold coins from the locals swallowing saliva, and then took out a copper coin: "Answer my question, it's yours." ”

"Not enough."

"Then we'll ask someone else." Alice said coldly, "They won't miss out on contact with the surface people. ”

"Well, nobleman from above, what do you want to know?"

"We're looking for a golden invitation, do you know what?"

"I ...... I don't know. The locals hesitated.

"Looks like you do." Annan took out a silver coin.

"Take out that gold coin!" The locals were bold enough to say.

Then, after Annan took out a gold nar, he said that the day before yesterday or yesterday, a batch of gold invitations was suddenly sent from above. It is said that if you get a golden invitation, you will be able to return to the surface.

The Bottom Nest people go into a frenzy and look around for golden invitations, but there are also clever guys who can see that this is a hunting game for the nobility. The loot is a golden invitation, and the prey is ...... Themselves.

(End of chapter)