"William, I think we need to talk." Kraft pushed the door open in the twilight of the twilight, and Koop followed closely behind, quickly bolting the door as Yvonne entered.

"About the mines...... Belch? ”

There were no lights in the room, and the faint light from the narrow windows in the high places was disappearing from the low head. In order to facilitate private conversation, the original owner was asked to move next door and give the whole house to them for the time being, with Peter alone lying on the table.

He is really tired these days, following a few tireless people chasing the elusive target, and he doesn't know when it will end. It's rare to have a free afternoon to catch up on his sleep.

Hearing the voice, Peter raised his head to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and adjusted to the light in the room for a while, "Mr. Kraft, why are you back?" Didn't you go with William? ”

This seems to reveal a red flag, there is no bar in this village, where else can I go?

"Where are you going?"

"You don't know?" Peter knew that it was not good as soon as he saw that Kraft's posture of asking for guilt was not good, and William left himself alone to be used as a microphone to deal with people, "Mr. William found someone to lead the way, saying that he was going to the mines. ”

"Hell, just walking around at this time!" The voice raises unconsciously, and there is shortness of breath like being chased. I just found some clues here, and before I had time to sort it out, there were people over there who were willing to lead the way, and at first glance it was in the middle of Murphy's law, and when I thought about it, I realized that there was a possibility that non-accidental factors were involved.

As for Koop's face was even more ugly, he was pressed against the wall, his hand pressed to his waist, and he had maintained a weak sense of security since he entered the house, and the dark environment evoked fear, as if something would appear from a dark corner in poor light at any moment.

The parties are nowhere to be found, and there are faint signs that something bad is about to happen, and this scene is somewhat inexplicably touched.

"Who led the way, and when did you set off?"

The dazed guide searched his mind and described to Kraft what he knew only about William's whereabouts: "An old man who came to the door on his own, and they set off before I went to bed. ”

"I can't believe this is something William could do!" Kraft grabbed his burqa and began to count his rucksacks. There are so many things that it's hard to guess what the considerations of a serious captain made this decision. Presumably confidence in the offer? Or do you think that even if the other party has bad intentions, it is not enough to worry with a few crew members carrying weapons?

It is not clear what was thought of at the time, but the fact that he did not return at dusk speaks for itself. Locals have never been willing to spend the night in a mine, nor will they easily risk challenging the harsh mountain roads in the middle of the night, no matter how anxious they are, they can't wait for tomorrow?

The only answer is difficult not to have anything to do with paganism, maybe it's old Gorey himself.

"Why don't you wait, maybe they'll be back soon?" Peter glanced at the beams of light that had climbed high up the wall, and the sun was about to set, but if William had already walked on the rocky mountain path, he would have had time to return before he could use his torches.

"I've got to go check it out." Kraft drew two more torches and stuffed them into his rucksack, and tied them with strips of cloth, and if any accident happened, it would be the last time to go up the mountain. It's a big deal to meet William who came back halfway, and it was in vain to make some effort; It's better than waiting until night settles and having to climb the whole way with torches.

Koop also began to pack his things with a bitter face, and reluctantly pulled out his clothes and put them on, he didn't know what a psychological shadow was, but he clearly knew that he definitely didn't want to go out after this point, especially to go for a mountain walk.

As Hu never refused, strictly speaking, his status was not a simple employment, but close to vassals and vassals. Kraft saved his life and cultivated it as a direct line, and it was reasonable to follow him, from the battlefield to a night trip with the unspeakable.

Correspondingly, as in many sung stories, he was also given priority in the opportunity to become a de facto vassal.

As Kraft puts it, they are a "whole", and the focus of this sentence is clearly not Yvonne, but he Koop.

If you think about this, some things are not so scary, and when you choose to practice martial arts, you should have an enlightenment, "Do you want to go now, sir?" ”

"Coop." Kraft held his hand and removed it from the handle of the hammer, "You stay here." ”

There was a feeling that the punch was in the air, and Koop stepped out of the way and said in a slightly embarrassed way, "I thought I was doing okay in training." ”

"No, that's why you have to stay here."

Kraft opened the door ajar, and the evening breeze and sunset poured into his burqa. After examining the composition of the left-behind personnel: Peter, the coachman all his life, Yvonne who seemed to want to do something with a small notebook but couldn't do anything, plus the novice Hu Cong Koop - the only one left with experience in armed training, how could he have the amateur level of those crews.

"Remember what I told you, this is a place I can't take care of now."

He closed the door and walked away.

Kraft soon began to rejoice in the timely decision.

Light a torch and enter the mine, where the night falls right behind you, blocking the way.

Descending the day's path to the edge of the mining area, the escape chill made him tighten his robe. The deep caverns do not exhibit a relatively constant temperature, but rather cools down faster than the outside world.

Thanks to the crushed stone produced in the mining area, Kraft was able to make out a few footprints that stretched deeper amid the messy stampede.

After a moment's hesitation, the boot crossed the blurred line.

"Okay, I'm half to blame here." Kraft muttered as he unsheathed his sword, muttering to himself to soothe his somewhat fluctuating state of mind, and gradually walked into the cold dark depths. Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, it doesn't matter who is responsible, you can't let William finish down below, and it can't be justified from the perspective of friends and conscience.

As he walked down, Kraft combed through the information available.

The long strip of link object is called the "messenger". The Messenger, of course, is responsible for bringing things from here to there.

The petroglyph stone wall is of different colors, which should represent the world inhabited by people and another concept. According to the boy, the messenger was going to bring his father from "another place" back to the world in which he now lived.

No matter how you think about it, it feels vague and cold, which makes Kraft can't help but think of some absurd legends, which are mentioned by country tales and thrillers: the dead are still obsessed, from the underworld, which is called hell, to return to the world. The child's smile when he mentioned that he had seen his father in the mine was especially strange when he thought about it.

In his experience, he had never seen either Hell or the Underworld, and even if the latter had been there, he had forgotten it all after a bowl of soup. But "another world", it is indeed known one, and the heavy geometry brought from there is clinging to the skin in the sleeve, "It's a big deal and a deep thing, how else"

The words of self-consolation never came out.

Speckled gray and white rocks appeared in the firelight, occupying the walls of the cave and drawing clear boundaries. The terrifying cracks are shock-like vines, and the gravel is everywhere, showing the power that can be used in this world to crack the mountain.

If the Messenger is to interpret the gray part of the dead as hell, then he is standing at the gate of a real hell, and he almost inscribes the phrase "Whoever enters this gate must give up all hopes" on the wall.

Why don't you let Heavenly Father save him?"

(End of chapter)