"Father, the people from above have just arrived."

"When?" Green turned his neck, resting on the coffin board for a long time made the back of his neck a little sore, but he could bear it.

The monk re-lit the lantern that looked after the map, and in the dim light it was evident that another passage was marked: "Just now, it was raining again. ”

"Is it raining heavily?"

"Not much, it's the same as before, so I didn't wake you up."

Listen to the sound of water on the other side of the crevice, where the water from the ground converges into strands. Perhaps it was because of the sensitivity of the newly awakened hearing, and the water seemed to be a little stronger than before, washing the mud and sending out a shriveled vasculature-like rhythm of decay.

"Wake me up directly next time, no matter what the situation, don't wait." "How many times has this rained in recent times?" Greene commanded. ”

"Probably. Three or four times? After a moment of reflection, the monk gave an answer.

In summer, there are many showers that come and go, and the soil layer is barely penetrated, and even less penetrates the ground, which only makes the water layer in the tunnel rise slightly.

The impact on the search was not as great as expected, and it did not interfere with walking without reaching the ankles.

The increase in water was noticeable as they converged into the hall, and the waterfall overflowed the cracks in the stone steps, spilling over the black moss, obscuring everything in the distorted light and shadow of the water.

And the hexagonal well still unknowingly devours a terrible amount of water, and below it seems to lead to a daunting endless nothingness, never to be filled one day.

Only the monks who were guarding the hall reported that the sound of the falling water seemed to be getting louder and more muddy. It reminds people of a huge cauldron that is gradually being filled.

The team was still going out in turns, and the monks, who held the Father's right to violence, inevitably began to feel agitated, and they never found a place where they could use their abilities in a proper manner.

The light they had discovered earlier lured them like bait thrown into the water, deliberately searching for the moment and then disappearing.

"How long have our people been out?" Green looked around the stone chamber, where there were still water marks on the boots of the resting team that had not completely dried, and Wadin was among them. It seems that a rotation was just a while ago.

"It's been a while."

"Can you call them back?"

"Probably too late, they should have already walked through the halls." The monk sat down beside Grimm, and put his hand over the flame to roast, for there was always a dampness in the place adjacent to the waterway.

"You're too worried, it's just a light rain, it's about the same as before. There's no need to stop the search, we want to find the damned heretics as soon as possible and get out of this place as soon as possible. ”

Of course, there was no doubt about the young priest's caution, but the light rain in the summer was too much, and sometimes it stopped before the outgoing team returned, so it was not worth it to go out and call back the team that had just left.

Green was silent for a moment, tapping on the map. This makes sense from a few experiences, and forcibly interrupting the search can also add to the anxiety.

But some words are like a thorn stuck in the skin, and from time to time there are small, sharp alerts when you want to make a move.

"You can go up again later, and if the rain doesn't stop, call back our people who are guarding the hall first, and don't go out again for the time being."

"Of course, as you wish."

The stone room was quiet, and the church staff naturally adapted to this quiet atmosphere, in line with the solemn church environment that required a whispered walk.

The priest spent the past few days alone in the lamplight, delving through the incomplete map, trying to discover some hidden patterns.

Quit agitation. He meditated on the teachings of the Holy Scriptures, and if it were a test, he would not let the Lord down.

Still, with his patience in his heart, Green continued to look at the branches that were scattered like roots, and the new passages had been drawn on the map, and most of the forks were still blocked, and a few were not endless.

Following the dotted or broken lines with his fingertips, he began to wonder if the unexplored branches were actually blocked in some section further upstream, thus limiting the extent of the flow of the waterway after a shower.

Who went out of the ground to scuttle them?

That would have been a long time ago, otherwise it would not have been described as "a chisel similar to that on the ruins of the birth of the kingdom".

It's hard to imagine someone in that ancient era who spent so much manpower and time destroying these older tunnels.

But why would they do it?

Grimm was immersed in a clueless conjecture until the monks had finished their rest and began to whisper their daily prayers.

A message was delivered to his ears - the rain had not stopped.

"Vaddin, come here." Green closed the map and realized that he had missed a small thing, that he should bring a large hourglass with him in a place where it was impossible to estimate the time by the sky.

"Do you have any commands? We're going to leave soon. ”

"No, wait a minute, it's raining up there for a while." Green pressed his shoulder, and also pressed a hint of restlessness rising inside of himself, trying not to show it on his face, "You take someone to call the sentry in the hall back." ”

"I'll go."

Vadin nodded and left, immediately leading a few people over the chasm.

After a moment, a slightly muffled voice came through the narrow slit, "Green, the water has become a little bigger, but it's not a big problem, they must be in time to come back now." ”

"I see." Holding on to the ground, the priest got up and walked to the crevice in the rock, and the sound of treading water quickly faded away.

Vardeen didn't let him wait long. Soon, several damp and shivering monks followed him back to the stone chamber.

One of them was embarrassed to suggest a shorter shift change, and the humidity in the hall seemed to have reached a point where faith could not overcome it.

The priest coughed dryly and nodded yes, his composure unchanged. But as his right-hand man, the one who knew him best, Vardeen sensed that his mind was not here at all.

Like a beast trapped in a cage, Green walked from one end of the room to the other, subconsciously glancing at each crevice in the rock that led to the waterway. He finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked the sentry sentry in the hall to confirm the time had elapsed between the two teams outside.

However, the darkness blurred the sense of time too much, and after receiving an uncertain answer, his pace increased significantly.

"Damn, I told you to go back as soon as you notice a change in the current, why shouldn't they take it seriously."

At least half of those present bowed their heads, and after the initial caution, most actually developed some contempt.

If they encounter a small change in water flow, it is estimated that they will also think of seizing the time to explore the branch road before returning, so as not to make another trip.

"Wadin, you take people." It's been a little too long, and a premonition for no reason appears in my heart, like a cold seeping from the skin and flowing backwards into the heart, making the beating that sustains life miss a beat.

He trusted his instincts and saw them as a revelation, "No, I'll go on my own, Wadine, you stay here, what's there to decide for me." ”

Ordering his belongings as fast as he could, and sling his sword on his belt, Father Green led the rested monk through the crevices in the rock, lit the torches, and walked to the hall without concealing his tracks.

Descending the waterway, approaching the exit of the channel, Green was surprised to walk with great ease, even if the light swayed, it did not affect a steady layer of light floating on the water.

Rushing forward, he realized that it was not the light of the torch in his hand, but the dim light from the hall below, which was refracted from the hole through the layers of mist.

It was as if some kind of remnant light was about to die.

Damn!