"A collection of beehive-like pagan motifs, probably in the wall, overhead, in the ground, or in some hollow, in a sewer, anywhere that a mouse-like blasphemer could get into. I need you guys to find it. ”

Before the half-buried arch entrance, Green identified the target of his search one last time, making sure his intentions were in place.

"At least two people walk together, just like entering the sewer, remember the return route, and make marks and pull the rope if you can't remember clearly. I don't want to waste time looking for someone who lost me. ”

A dozen or so people were gathered here, carrying torches and their own weapons.

They did not raise any objections to the request to go into the tomb to find an unknown pagan pattern, and without any unnecessary conversation, they accepted the order and walked into the spiraling downward corridor, leaving two men to guard the entrance.

The biggest blasphemous man in the scene cast envious glances, and watched Green's man disappear into the spiral down the stairs, remembering his own thin society. In terms of discipline alone, the Inquisition was better than the elite investigative team assembled at Westmin.

"Will that be the case?"

"As long as your inferences are correct, there is no need to worry. It's not the first time we've done this kind of work. Green took the lantern and hung another one around his waist, and handed the two torches to Waldeen to carry, "Sooner or later, but it will take some time, and I will not watch while my men work."

"I thought it was enough down there." Having said that, Kraft had already begun to take off his inconvenient burqa and light the lamp.

"The Lord says that laziness is the original sin, and that those who are in ease will not ascend to the kingdom of heaven." Green moved first, stepping into the shadow of the tomb.

It is indeed more convenient to do things when there are more people than when there are few people. Not to mention the issue of efficiency, the atmosphere alone has improved a lot.

The footsteps of the moving fire filled the corridors of the tomb, squeezing the coldness of the space into the corners and curling into the gaps between the bones, so that it felt a little stuffy as you walked sideways past the person in front of you.

The monks of the Church skillfully struck with the counterweight of their weapons on what they felt was inappropriate, including the stone tablet of the emblem embedded at the end of the staircase.

After entering the quarry-converted tombs, they spread out in all directions, bringing lanterns to the niches, digging through the remains of human movement, illuminating the walls of each stone chamber, and peering through the gaps behind the bone walls.

"Father Green, come and see here!"

It didn't take long for the call to turn around a few times to lead Grimm and Kraft to a stone chamber.

A monk plunged his sword into the wall of the long bone chamber, reaching the gauntlet. He did not rush to the next step, but looked at the priest demandingly.

"Take it apart." Green nodded.

As the sword was drawn, a gap appeared in the intact patchwork stack, and the professionals of the Inquisition enlarged it with great ease, retreating moments before it collapsed, dodging the scattered bones.

A narrow door was revealed, but Green looked disappointed when he saw it.

"No, it's impossible to look at it." He poked through the door with a lantern to illuminate the cramped space that was hard to stand upright, and then stooped in. Kraft looked out curiously, only to see a stone coffin in the center.

Green pushed open the lid of the coffin, covered his face to avoid the dust, and quickly reset it after a brief inspection, and drilled out, "I knew that it was just an ordinary burial chamber." ”

"There are some valuable funerary goods, so it's better to hide them. Excuse us for any trouble, keep looking. ”

The search was not satisfactory, and the deeper you looked, you will find that the misappropriated quarry is not well planned, like upside-down trees growing haphazardly underground, branching out of the main road and large and small stone chambers, and the stone is not ideal and you will find another direction, or dig down.

The corridor is narrow and wide, and the cutting line bends various uncomfortable angles at abrupt corners; Removing the unevenness left by the stone will produce a strange trompe l'oeil that reverses during the intermittent period of visual fatigue.

The niche gradually expands, filled with an astonishing number of bones of difficult depth. Some monks tried to probe the cavity behind the back with the blade of their sword, but when they opened the surface, they found that it was the inner layer that contained the brittle bones, and when they lost their restraint, they poured into the passage like quicksand and gravel, up to the ankle.

This made it difficult to identify, as the ancient bones obscured the tunnel's true appearance and kept coming into view.

The voices of their companions became more and more indistinct in the scattered underground labyrinth, and occasionally a seemingly hidden space was discovered again, which then proved to be meaningless, and only a general sense of the team was gradually moving forward and downward, or that they had already lost their sense of direction in the bends and corners.

Noticing the mental exhaustion in the build-up, Green gathered the team to rest in a stone room, demanded that the next step be marked, and pulled out the rope roll that had been prepared.

When they parted again, the monk who had gone far had tied a string to a sturdy femur, and squeezed sideways into a narrow passage that widened out on the side. Kraft and Green continued to probe in the direction of what was probably the main road.

They were probably the first people to descend to this cemetery after it was formed, Kraft thought, in fact he was not able to tell the difference between the tunnels, and perhaps he would not realize that he had strayed into a deep branch until he hit a dead end.

Conversation began to diminish, and Green's breathing began to grow deeper, the rhythm of a space that narrowed to the point of oppression.

In fact, they can still walk normally, but they still feel that the long bones weave into the mucous membrane of the inner wall of the channel, which changes with width and narrowness, and acts like the intestine pushing the chyme.

"Stop, Green, stop!" Kraft shouted, fatigue making the sound sound sound like it was coming out of water, and it took a few seconds of heavy travel before it could be heard.

"What's wrong?"

"I hear voices."

Green calmed his breath, pricked up his ears to pour out the voice of Kraft's words, and made his way through the crevices of the rock and several turns of the tunnel to reach their location, as if it were the call of a monk.

"Also, you should rest a little longer, and we'd better be in good spirits the whole time."

The group followed the sound and found the two shouting and panting monks, who were staying in the middle of the stone chamber, when they saw Grimm rushing to point to the other half of the unfinished building.

At first glance, it appears to be an extension of a rock crevice that splits the wall diagonally, and the craftsmen abandoned the stone chamber due to structural instability during the excavation.

But on the other side of the crack, if you look closely, there are clear blocks of regular masonry, showing clear traces of artificiality, and the dark aura of dampness and decay escapes and flows.

"We found this too." The monk picked out a piece of funerary utensils from the ground that had been broken into pieces and mixed with bones.

It seemed to be part of a small clay pot, but after a closer look at it a little newer, Green put it to his nose and sniffed it, then gave it to Kraft in confusion, motioning for him to take a look.

The fingertips rubbed the remnants of some thick, thick liquid on one side, and Kraft nearly threw it out, before his memories matched him to the identity of the thing when it was intact.

【Honey】

A smashed jar of honey.

(End of chapter)