Fluorescent fungi and mosses glow in the darkness, coating the corpses of the explorers who died here a poisonous green.

There are many underground caverns around Catrice, which often contain alchemical materials or mineral veins from the Journey to the West, so certain people who call themselves adventurers often enter them to explore. However, these inaccessible underground worlds are often full of dangers, and those who dare to venture here will always encounter all kinds of difficulties, and even if they never return, it is nothing new.

This man was probably one of those vanishing explorers, who unnaturally severed a few bones on the corpse, which had been almost completely reduced to white bones. That's probably what killed him, and the intact bones of his hands and feet seem to have some kind of chewed scars of sharp teeth.

The qiē phenomenon left on the corpse indicates to Curt that there is some kind of living creature lurking in the intricate caverns nearby. Perhaps a large carnivore, capable of inflicting fatal damage on a normal person with a single blow and gnawing away the remaining corpses in a short period of time.

"I'm not sure"

Lizzie picked up a bone from the ground and looked closely at the rough tooth marks on it, "I didn't feel the scent of a living creature nearby—especially a carnivorous creature of this size. And considering the space in this vicinity, it can't accommodate too large animals. ”

Everything in the world has a certain degree of magic, and living things are no exception. Only the spell that detects mana reactions needs to be slightly modified to detect the reactions of creatures. to create a simple spell that detects the distribution of creatures within reach of mana.

Generally speaking, the larger and more active the creatures, the greater the impact on the surrounding environment. Some of the large monsters are even like a little fire in the darkness that is hard to ignore. All it takes is this simple spell to spot them.

But even when Lizzie extended her spell to the limit of detecting living creatures, the magic that spread around it still didn't respond. No matter what way she searched. In the end, I could only find a few bats or small animals-like biological reactions, and there was no sign of any monsters in existence.

There was only a slight stench of decay in the air of the caverns, which is common in sediment-filled caves - but there was not the slightest stench of beasts emanating from the beasts. The only person who can prove that there is a dangerous creature here, and it is not known how long he has been dead.

Maybe it's the water that washes all the smells away, or maybe it's not its domain anyway, the creature hides its existence almost perfectly.

"Forget it, now just keep the spell within the tangled range. Curt shook his head slightly, allowing Lizzie to touch some of the spell, "It's possible that it's dead." It's also possible that it's gone for some other reason, but at least it's safe in the neighborhood. ”

He approached the Explorer's corpse, intending to gather the bones scattered on the ground and bring them back to the public cemetery in Catrice City for burial. However, when he got close to the skeleton, he realized that some of the things hidden in the darkness did not seem to be as simple as "natural creations".

Beside the corpse, there was a deep, narrow hole in the stone wall, and there were many dark stone crevices in the surrounding rocks. Curt tried to get closer to take a closer look, only to find that there seemed to be something scattered in the hole, but he couldn't see the exact outline.

"It's pitch dark, what do you want to see?"

Curt clumsily tried to see what was hidden in the cracks. Lizzie pushed him away in her way, illuminating the inside of the cavern with the flames of her fingertips. At the bottom of the stone crevices, which were strewn with excavation marks, a metallic sheen was embedded in the stone wall.

It was a pickaxe with bean-sized droplets of water condensed on its surface. The wooden grip had long since rotted. A large amount of reddish-brown rust remains on the blades of steel.

The rusted steel was deeply embedded in the rock wall, and it once left many marks in the crevices of the rock wall. Much of the earth in these crevices has been turned up by brute force, revealing a well-layered section. Through the glimmer of Lizzie's fingertips, you can see the metallic sheen in those crevices.

It looks like its owner used it to dig here, in the innermost part of the crevice. The blackened dirt and the marks of hastily buried it. Curt used a broken pickaxe to dig through loose mud and eventually found a broken notebook under a rock.

Open the notebook. Inside the first page is a folded sheet of printing paper, which looks as if it has been torn from some kind of text. The neat text is tightly squeezed on a piece of paper the size of the palm of your hand, and just looking at it makes you feel a pain in your eyes.

"Finally, I found the dungeon that has been legendary in Naris, but I didn't expect it to be occupied by the madman. I have to bring this back and warn those daydreamers that this is a dangerous place and that that the mad magician can't let it take over.

But I'm afraid I'm running out of time, hunted down by the monsters created by the magicians, and finally descended into the abyss underground. Could it be that this is the result, even with the help of that person and the valuable information, I still have no way to get out of here?

I hear the chasers, at least keep this notebook."

The notes became more and more sloppy as they went, and some of the last words even disintegrated completely, perhaps with the last effort of the recorder. The explorer seems to have been exposed to some information about the Eye of Truth, but was eventually killed by the other party's pursuit.

What kind of information is it, the so-called valuable information?

Curt instead began to look at the notebook, which the explorer had treasured, but found nothing of note in it. I don't know what kind of animal skin left a large number of stains on the cover, which made the already dirty cover even more embarrassing.

Other than that, it was nothing more than a ubiquitous notebook, and the inner pages under the cover were stained with stains of various sizes. The dark red spots, which looked like bloodstains, contaminated the pages inside and outside the notebook, and most of the pages in the notebook were in tatters.

But there are still a few places where the text is faintly legible, and the scribbled penmanship makes it quite difficult for Curt to read. I don't know if the recorder usually has such a habit, or if he is hastily written down in the busyness, these messy words are like secret codes, and it is really difficult to identify them one by one.

"Let me see. ”

Lizzie suddenly took the notebook from Curt's hand, glanced at it briefly, and began to read it aloud: "No matter what those people above say, I don't think it's too dangerous for that man to trust him, even if he joins forces with the organization now, maybe he just wants to use us." ”

Lizzie then flipped through the notebook in her hand, and a sinister expression appeared on her face - she made no secret of her disgust at the contents of the record, which seemed to be filled with things that made her uncomfortable. Seeing this, Curt had no choice but to lean over and read the contents of his notebook.

The pages were broken, but Curt could still tell the contents of them—they were something similar to the actual report. At a cursory glance, there is no specific purpose recorded in the report, and what can be discerned is only a series of records of the death of the real yàn.

None of the humans who were the subjects of the real yàn survived in the end, and although he did not witness it with his own eyes, the tragic manner of death in the record still made him feel uncomfortable.

"I can understand that there will be sacrifices to make in order to achieve the goal, but I really can't tolerate unnecessary sacrifices made by my men in this name. This plan is too dangerous, it has already cost us dozens of people on all levels on the initial reality, and it is time to stop.

I have decided to propose to Erios tomorrow the termination of the real yàn, because the unstable dìng nature of this real yàn is temporarily terminated and similar to its continuation. ”

This is the end of the note, and the person who recorded it has met with unexpected results. But where did the man who died here get this notebook? Judging by what he was holding, he wasn't a member of True Sight.

"This note appears to be the property of an administrator in a real facility. Curt looked at the scribbled words in the notebook in confusion, and said to Liqi, "What is the real yàn here, and they actually need to invest this number of people to make living real yàn?"

After that, Curt carefully examined every corner of the notebook that could be opened, and found no further information. All that came into view were the pages of the book, which had been eroded by stains—most of them had been destroyed, and only barely legible fragments of words could be found.

Obviously, the fragments of the text recorded on the tattered paper were completely undecipherable. Even if they try to put these "puzzle pieces" together, they will end up with reliable information – and may even be contrary to the original intention of the person who recorded it.

There are so many mysteries that there is no way to get a full picture of what is mentioned in these records. Knowing that the strength of only two people could solve all the problems, Curt had no choice but to sigh, and folded the notebook that was about to fall apart, ready to take it home and read it slowly.

But just as he was about to put the notebook in his pocket, the decayed joints suddenly tore open, and the heavily stained pages were scattered on the ground in an instant. Curt immediately bowed down to collect them, only to find a strange line in the middle of the title page.

It was a line of text so small that it would be skimmed without looking closely, and they were densely packed together, scribbled in a handwriting that looked like the footprints of ants on the sand. With a glimmer of light from Lizzie's fingertips, Curt could barely read the short text.

-- This is the most irreparable mistake we have ever made. (To be continued......)