The first line of defense behind the door was quickly figured out, a few long lines tied to the bell, crisscrossed diagonally in various positions, from near the top to knee-high, guarding against anything that could pass by any means possible.

It appears to be a transitional corridor, with structures that do not quite fit the style of the sewers expanding to the sides, chiseling through the existing side walls and building new cellar-like structures with smaller, more artificially traced bricks.

These spaces are occupied by makeshift wooden frames and large cylinders, where the smell of grease is disgusting, and the transparent and thin refracted colors cascade down the shiny surface.

Thick ropes are attached to the seemingly unstable supporting stakes through a simple pulley structure that extends behind a glimmering second door at the end of the corridor.

The team closed all lantern hinges and immersed themselves in greasy darkness as they slowly approached the light.

The monk in front of him could be heard frozen for a moment, as if he had been slightly startled, and made a small splash.

Kraft soon learned the source of the fright - the cold liquid dripping on his face, as if something was salivating on the top of his head, but if he looked closely, he would find that it was just condensed droplets.

The droplets seep sparsely and continuously from the cracks of the rock bricks, and the source is unknown.

There was an intermittent conversation in the light, very low, not wanting to let even the slightest echo pass through the two stone gates and into the depths of the waterway.

The monks hid in the shadows behind the doors in turn, discerning the voices in them. Although it is not clear, it is possible to find two different pitches, complaining about the sewers and the time on duty.

They chatted almost without words, exchanging the same hatred for the task.

The crossbowman approached the opening of the stone door, listened for a while, and entered decisively, taking two steps forward to make way for the latecomers while aiming in the predetermined direction.

He did not shoot at the first time, but temporarily chose to wait for a moment. Green slipped through the crack in the door, and within a few paces he was running as light as a black raven skimming the water.

The inevitable sound of the water breaking finally caught its attention, and the caretaker, huddled in the light, noticed his companion lose his voice in horror and looked back.

A swift black line brushed over the edge of the afterglow, and his vision was enveloped by a rapidly enlarged figure, and before a fearful throat could warn him, the blade thrust out from the tricky angle of the burqa's cover, refusing to make a loud noise.

In the case of the other person, the winch crossbow is fully manifested in the destructive power of the minute winding time: the face enters, the temporal side pierces out, and the consciousness is physically destroyed in an instant.

Kraft put his crossbow away, "Looks like I don't have anything to do for the time being." ”

"We'd better figure out what this place is quickly." Green made up a sword for the target who was no longer moving, and wiped the blood on the sword body on him, "This kind of sentry has a rotation. ”

The team finally had time to observe where they were, and they transitioned from a sewer with few changes to a more "human" place.

It is a small stone chamber with six walls, and the water flows from the corner gates, through the ditch to the central cistern, and is directed to the sewer, leaving a few pieces of ground that are not submerged in the water.

The rope that had been seen earlier extended to a counterbalance device that was right next to the caretaker, and when the trigger mechanism was pulled down, the weight suspended from the height would fall, releasing the stored potential energy, pulling the rope and pulling down the wooden frame supporting the oil drums in the front corridor.

In addition to the door leading to the aqueduct, there is a second, smaller arch that allows only one person to pass through, and behind it is an upward staircase, the surface of which is diagonally striped to show that it was the result of quarrying.

However, it is clear that it has undergone some special repairs, the walls have been polished and made relatively smooth, and there are some signs of relief carvings with a strong sense of age.

In order to depict the face, the head-to-body ratio is mostly uncoordinated, and the hands are relatively short, holding flags, trays, and suspected ritual objects.

The already crude reliefs were brutally damaged, and several of them were knocked out alive, leaving traces of damage that were more than a section tall for ordinary figures.

They stand in some kind of lecture theatre-like setting, and because there is no spatial expression, they are carved to stand in rows from high to low, like a sluggish giant group photograph printed on the wall, with their faces facing outward.

There is still a constant stream of seepage dripping overhead, making it feel like you're performing a boring show in the rain for a silent audience.

The vague reliefs of the expressions rubbed side by side, and the pupilless eyes reported an unfocused gaze.

Carefully distinguished, the composition of the personnel is complex, in addition to the specific type of regular clothes that are difficult to recognize, there are also armor costumes, clustered around the stripped parts.

It's strange that Kraft's kingdom history level can see what, and when he tries to act quickly, he finds that Grimm is observing a person with a slightly special position.

It is located in the upper right corner of a wall, wearing a high peaked hat with symmetrical tray attendants on either side, and the person behind it holding a flag aloft should have a bit of status. In Kraft's view, it might be a nobleman, but he is unrecognizable without heraldic symbols.

"Who is this?"

"I'm not sure." Green stopped talking, opening the lantern hinge and preparing to step up the stairs, "It's unlikely, at least it doesn't make sense. No, not necessarily, but it has nothing to do with it now - I promise. ”

"Well, since you say so." Kraft spread his hands, playfully giving up the question, and finally scanning the room, looking for any details that he had left behind.

It stands to reason that his and Green's historical level is not too far apart, so he should not ignore anything.

No further clues were found on the walls, but he drew his attention to the only blind spot in the room, the cistern, which was exceptionally clear, unlike the water bodies that the city metabolically discharged, reminding one of another thing.

"Why is there always water seeping here?" The palm of his hand caught a drop of falling water, and the improvement of the light situation made him realize that the oozing was quite clean.

No one can answer this question. Although there was no dry place in the sewers, it was excessively wet, and it seemed that there was a huge body of water overhead, and the huge pressure continued to carry the water below the deep formation.

Kraft stopped Green and crouched down on the edge of the pool, wanting to get a closer look.

The water in the pool is so transparent that if you look closely, you can see that the bottom of the pool, which is about two arms deep, is not empty.

The dense hexagonal stone carvings are clustered and uplifted to form a hemispherical dorsal shell, with thin and short whisker-like fractal curves distributed at the edges, in which the webbed structure is warped from the mud and sand, as if the next moment it is about to stir the water waves and rise upwards.

The depiction is vivid, as if the craftsman received an inspiration far ahead of his time at a certain moment, and took out the living thing that was already in the stone.