Holding his breath, Curt quietly approached the underground building not far away, wanting to get a glimpse of how many mages were inside, and then decide on his next move.

The slightest sound in the enclosed underground space will continue to propagate through the circular walls until it is impossible to discern the source of the sound in the distance. Curt, however, could not hear the slightest footsteps, except for the occasional sound of speech coming from the hall in front of him.

Finding that his enemies did not seem to be chasing him, neither the monsters nor the sorcerers in blood-red robes showed no signs of appearing. Perhaps it is because they think that the underground facilities are already their stronghold, and even if anyone dares to sneak in, they will be caught quickly, or it is possible that even they are unwilling to mix with these addicts who are addicted to "incense smoking", and in any case, they have never chased after them.

This allowed Curt to slip easily into the underground space occupied by Sain Democra's men, where the road led with lights flickering on both sides. These bulbs, encased in a layer of metal mesh, appear to be connected to the city's electricity, but they haven't been replaced in a while.

Truth be told, if there were only those "halls" under the city for the sorcerers to stay, Curt wouldn't have been surprised by what he saw. After all, drug abuse is not news for a long time, and since a long time ago, various people have taken drugs in the wrong way for their own purposes.

Perhaps they think that these drugs can bring their body or mind to their desired level, so they choose to use these dangerous things. Curt couldn't understand their thoughts, and he didn't know if they had gotten what they wanted. It's just that he hadn't heard of a single drug abuser dying well—they and their cherished qiē were all destroyed by the misfortunes that followed.

If there's anything worth caring about, it's that something seems to be wrong with the subject. Almost all the drug abusers he had seen in the past were ordinary people. The drugs they use are often supplied by illegal sorcerer groups - and the people who use strange drugs here are invariably sorcerers.

The more he advanced into the interior of the passage, the more Curt saw the more "halls" of the same kind roughly calculated, and there were at least a hundred mages left here. That's not a small amount, after all, even a staffing agency usually only has a sorcerer on the book working. Even if spell education has become much more popular in recent years, the wizards of hundreds of people will still be a force that must be noticed in the city.

However, Curt couldn't tell what the power of these sorcerers was, because the door that sealed the entrance to the hall was too heavy. Not even a single bug could fly in, and only a few miner's lamps were illuminated by the tightly sealed space.

The sorcerers who remained in the hall did not notice Curt's storage at all, and devoted themselves to preparing for the "incense sucking". Dressed in robes, they lay in groups of three or five on top of the rudimentary cloth balls. Several unrecilable figures placed large jars beside the sorcerer.

It seemed that it was a jar of "spices", but all of them looked cheap, and there was no extra decoration on them. I don't know where these clay pots come from, and the rough workmanship guide zhì their shapes all look crooked.

However, what's inside is definitely worth a lot of money. Although Curt had never seen what a real "spice" looked like. But according to Grostede, these things are absolutely illegal drugs in the Dominion, so they have long been hyped up in the underground market.

The Dominion of Osatalia does not produce raw materials for this type of medicine. Therefore, it is said that the "spices" that have recently circulated on the black market are all smuggled goods from the northern continent. While Grostide was overwhelmed by such chaos, Sein Democlave stirred up a riot.

From a distance, a small candle was lit on the jars placed in the hall, and the smoke that enveloped the hall wafted out of the jars. Much like what Lizzie said, these special medicines extracted from some kind of herb will emit a strange smoke under the influence of the flames.

Soon, the sorcerers were intoxicated by the wonderful "aromatherapy". Those who set up the spice jars exited the hall through the other side of the door with great interest. Look at the sorcerers wandering the world in the vast amount of smoke, and then look at the rudimentary passageways around them that are only made of steel and concrete. Curt couldn't help but sigh that the two sides of the door were two different worlds, but he didn't plan to go inside to greet them.

After all, the city's underground network is quite extensive, and its intricacies can be seen from the tunnels built in one of the colleges. In addition to the sewers, which are still expanding, there are roads that connect several blocks together, and even complex fortifications.

The Dominion of Osattaria seems to have had a tradition of building underground structures since the late colonial era, and although only prominent families excavated vaults and family cemeteries in the territory at that time, many of the buildings left behind from that time still give a sigh of admiration for the craftsmanship of the craftsmen of the time.

Perhaps because of the existence of these underground structures, there are still legends about these things in Catlis, whether it is an unknown underground trading ground or a vault where people can swim, and all kinds of stories that do not know whether they are true or false.

In the era of the outbreak of the previous war, this "tradition" seems to have become more and more inflated. It is said that in order to defend the city from enemy occupation, some leaders also led the construction of fortresses and secret passages underground, which they tried to use to resist the enemy who "might have zài".

It is a pity that these preventive facilities did not come in handy at all, because the enemy did not intend to attack the Osatalia Dominion from the very beginning. Their eyes did not seem to be on this "distant land" far away from the old continent, but only set off a war on the old continent.

Whatever the reason, the fighting did not reach the Dominion itself, so it was only natural that the construction of almost any underground facilities was stopped. However, the underground structures that had already been erected were not demolished, after all, the cost was so great that the Doge's Palace had to choose to close them, hoping that they would be used again as part of other works.

It is unknown what they had in mind, but Curt was sure that they had no intention of leaving these underground structures for the sorcerers led by Sain Democlera as a real site. The sewer connection can be seen all over the city hall pulling down the seals, but the most recent one was left over several years ago - and it was carefully removed.

Obviously, he was telling others that someone had been here, but even if someone else occupied the magpie's nest in an area that had not been inspected for several years, the town hall would not know about it. And if you want to consider the worst-case scenario, it is even possible that the department that runs the area has been infiltrated by the sorcerers of Sain Democra.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and Sain Democla has worked this plan, even if he succeeds in corrupting some of the people in the town hall.

If you think about it, this is not an impossible outcome - the True Eye was once part of the Ultramarines, and before the Great War, this group had a certain amount of influence in the Osattaria Dominion. Now that they have lost their former glory, Sein Democra, who lives in the remnants of them, has skillfully exploited their obsession to develop his power.

But when Curt kept moving forward in the shadows, eventually diving deeper into the underground facility, what appeared before his eyes literally left him speechless. Even if the Catrice City Hall had never stopped developing, it might not have been able to spare the funds to build such an underground facility, which I don't know when, had been transformed into a huge research institute.

Stacks of texts are displayed on the shelves, and several unnamed precision instruments are stored next to a metal counter. Not so long ago, there were many people working here, and the products of the real yàn are casually displayed on the workbench.

The so-called "finished products" appear to be parts removed from the human body, mostly internal organs. One by one, they were soaked in a dull solution, and the blood that oozed from them remained a bright color, as if they had just been plucked.

"Really crazy, how long has that guy been planning for this plan?" Curt couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the underground fortifications around him that had been converted into a spell workshop, "It's absolutely impossible to say anything about a few months, and those guys from True Eyes don't even know about this place." ”

These things are definitely not structures that can be completed in a year, but Sain Democra's men use this place as their base. Obviously, they had known about such a place for a long time, and had been practicing it for quite some time.

The Slots have been going on for a long time, and until not so long ago, Slots have been transported into the darkness of the city, where they are used by the mages as materials for their magical powers—and what has been extracted from their mountains of flesh is the "blood of chaos".

"Of course they don't know about the existence here, because they are only a less important part of the group, and I am in a higher position than them. As if to answer Curt's inadvertent question, a man's voice suddenly appeared in the otherwise silent space.

Almost instantly, a light flashed in the lifeless studio, and then a powerful magic appeared in front of Curt's eyes. (To be continued......)