In a series of underground caverns formed by the erosion of the flowing water, Curt, Lizzie, and the woman whose name she did not know were lowered and carefully advanced.

Even when Curt tried to ask her name, the response was silence. After Lizzie simply treated her with a spell and a pot of herbs that she didn't know how to describe, she changed her previous defiant attitude and became quiet.

It wasn't just silence, she glanced at Lizzie, who had removed the spell she had used to bind, and walked silently into the depths of the cavern. Although she didn't signal the two to follow, her intentions were already clear - since she chose to escape into the intricacies of the cavern, she should know how to escape - and Curt and Lizzie followed her into the dark depths of the cavern.

Curt didn't know if the word "gratitude" was in the dictionary in the minds of the members of the True Eye, but they probably wouldn't want to owe their enemies a favor in vain, even if the other party's purpose was to use each other.

At least he'd taken all the knives from her to prevent her from using them for weird little gestures. However, this behavior made Curt almost question whether this woman usually opened a knife shop, and a total of thirteen knives of different sizes and shapes were handed to Curt by her expressionlessly.

In order to reduce the outflow of information, she tried to avoid verbal communication with the two of them, and only used her actions to lead the two out of the labyrinth-like underground passage. Although the attitude still seems rather unkind, this may be the way she reciprocates Lizzie for healing her wounds.

"By the way, would you like something to eat?"

Just as the woman walked forward in silence. Curt handed her a piece of dry food: "Although it tastes like mud to chew and has a musty smell, it is still qualified as food." After all, no matter what. If you can fill your stomach, you are qualified. ”

It was dry food collected from the dead little monsters—a few pieces of dry bread as hard as a stone. It's not just what it looks like on the outside, it's not much better when you actually chew it. Even if you peel off the outermost layer of skin and chew it together with the water you get from the dark river, it will be difficult to swallow.

The poor quality is also conceivable, after all, the little monsters are not picky about the rations. There were also a few pieces of dried meat, which were not much better than those of the dry bread, and had a strange color that made no sign of animal flesh.

"Excuse me, who knows if there's any strange stuff mixed in with this 'food' - especially the 'food' for these filthy monsters. The women didn't want to look at the food, "I wonder if the meat is made from the leftovers of those real products." ”

She spoke softly, as if she was still suppressing her emotions, but Curt could still show some disdain in her words. It stands to reason. Since these little monsters are under the command of the enemies of the True Eye, it is not surprising that she hates and even hates them.

But Curt still felt that her reaction was a little unusual, especially the sentence "made from the leftovers of those real products" was full of disdain. It seemed that she knew very well who these little monsters were accused of, and that her relationship with them was rather bad.

"Is that so?"

Although he found a lot of things in the other party's tone, Curt also knew that this was just his own guess. In other words, even if he wanted to use it to get words out of the woman's mouth, it didn't make any sense if the other person didn't want to communicate with him at all.

So he tore a small piece of the dried meat and threw it into his mouth and chewed it, the rough piece of meat torn between his lips and teeth into dry fibers like sawdust. It is not known exactly how much salt was used. This piece of dried meat is so salty that you can't feel the taste of the meat itself at all.

"Phew!"

Curt gulped down a small half bottle of water, and the paraphernalia found on the little monsters would always come in handy in some inexplicable place. In the end, when he finally washed all the flavors in his mouth with water, there were still a lot of bitter tastes left on the tip of his tongue.

"Well, it's horrible that you didn't choose to eat it. This thing isn't meant for the human tongue at all. He coughed as he said, "But the meat should be pork or chicken, and at the last of all, the meat of monsters—well." At least not human flesh. ”

I don't know if I'm joking or acting, Curt told the people around him his feelings seriously. It sounded as if she had actually eaten human flesh. But whether it is Lizzie or the women around him, the response to him is just a gaze that seems to have seen an idiot.

Lizzie seemed to be used to Curt's words and actions. Just sighed lightly and no longer said anything, and once again took care of the materials that interested in him. The caverns of the abyss are filled with a large number of precious materials, and these things alone are worth the "ticket price".

The woman walking beside Curt frowned for some reason, and she stopped, suspiciously observing Curt and Lizzie's faces. But the two members of the Leinster family, although they didn't look very healthy in their complexions, had nothing to worry about other than that.

Eventually, after no matter how much she observed, she had no choice but to continue walking forward, leading Curt and Lizzie to the exit of the "labyrinth".

After about hours of action, they had come to a space that was spiraling downward. Looking left and right, it was just a large, unremarkable cavern, except for a slanting gate on the bottom wall that connected to a cave that led to nowhere.

This is a secret stronghold built by the Eye of True Sight, so it's not surprising to find some traces of external processing. In previous observations, Curt also found some patterns that resembled symbolic writing, so it seems that the location to which these marks eventually point is undoubtedly this gate.

The solid stone of the rock wall has been carved into a geometric frame, and the two vertical doorposts protruding can only serve a decorative role, and are delicately carved into decorative patterns. Each of the separate sides of the doorpost is carved with an intricate pattern that appears to have been reassembled from the archetypes of some ancient script, with a little remnant of almost lost magic.

And where it was supposed to be a gate, now there is nothing left. Judging from the structure of the gateposts, there should have been a gate here in the past, which should not have been made of metal. Looking at the traces left on the door, it may still be a mechanism door with a spell control.

Whatever it once was, it was now empty, except for the occasional faint wind blowing from the cavern behind it. Although it was inconspicuous, the wind coming from a distance was enough to prove that the road led to the outside world, which made Curt feel a lot more relaxed.

"Curt, above!"

Just as the women were about to lead them to the next level, a creature that had been stuck above suddenly lunged at them. It was a burly creature with red eyes, and its body had a human-like structure, but it was connected to insect-like jointed limbs. Behind it, there is also a pair of bat-like wings, but no matter how you look at it, it is not enough to support its huge body to fly.

The moment it hit the ground, it stretched out its forelimbs with sharp claws and grabbed at the woman standing beside Curt. She tried to avoid it, but before she could move, she was grabbed by the head and hung as if she had been hanged.

Not only the women beside him, but the monster's other hand swept towards Curt's waist and abdomen like a whip, but he ducked as if he had expected it. Glancing at the hook that swept over his head, he rushed straight into the monster's arms as fast as he could.

Boom!

At this moment, two silver rays of light reflected the sunlight cast in the distance, and drew an arc in the cavern and stabbed at the monster's unsuspecting abdomen. The knife "borrowed" from the woman's hand is like the teeth of a beast, stabbing from Curt's hand at the enemy's vital point.

Blood splattered everywhere, from the abdomen, which had only black-gray fur, to the chest covered with scaly "armor", which was torn apart by Curt with the strength of his whole body. In a hurry, he didn't mobilize enough magic power to strengthen the blade, but just by relying on the power of the metal itself, he left a huge wound on the monster's body.

"Howl-"

The battered monster's body leaned back, and it let out a terrible scream into the sky. Perhaps due to the loss of strength from the pain, it had to untie its hook and claw on the woman's body, and at the same time immediately took a few steps backwards and distanced itself from Coltra.

On the other side, the woman who was thrown out was not so relaxed, she was violently thrown against the wall to the side, and then let out a low muffled sound. It was as if his head had hit a raised rock, and red blood was running down his forehead.

"Ahem, ahem—damn it's this guy again. ”

The old wound was not healed and new wounds were added, but she quickly stood up and wiped the blood from her forehead with her hands. She looked at the retreating monster with hatred, if it weren't for the fact that her physical condition was no longer able to fight, several arrows would have been shot at the opponent's vital point.

But she was probably not capable of it now, and the hand in which she held the bow turned in an unnatural direction, undoubtedly broken in the contact. The bow that had killed a bunch of small monsters had become a useless ornament at this point, as the user had to struggle to even pick it up. (To be continued......)