Chapter 43: Under the Deep Ditch of the Earth
"You can tell me something more specific, but you can tell me something that doesn't matter, right? Like his character, or ......"
"I look so stupid that you think I'll say it."
Esther twisted her shoulder, but the crow was unaffected by her movements, clasped firmly to the outside of the black shawl.
The nun dress on her body had been completely changed, and she was dressed in a black plain robe with a few laurel trims, and a shawl transformed from a nun's headscarf, except for the irregular mess of threads where the fabric was spliced together.
As for why it's a black robe......
"You're really not going to show how to turn into something else?"
"No, it won't." The raven replied with a firm voice.
Esther didn't bother to think about it anymore, so she put up with it for the time being, the black dress that also looked very suitable for the funeral was much lighter than the heavy nun dress.
She is not a tailor, she can't do more elaborate manual work, and this "deception" is just a simple form of putting together clothes.
Cach, who was following Esther, had a sneer on his face, and he didn't even mean to restrain himself: "If you mind, you can wear the original one." Well, I don't have a problem with Adam's aesthetic. β
Esther looked at the monocle-wearing lady and the corners of her mouth twitched, "No, why are you still like this?" β
"What's wrong with me?" Cach's eyes were full of innocence, but the expression of the crow on Esther's shoulder was exactly the same.
"Don't you have to change back?" Esther muttered quietly.
KΓ€rcher came over again, and before the other party could pick him up with his height, Esther had already quickly stolen the space and opened up a few meters away from Kach.
Kach shook his long, wavy hair at the back of his head, "I didn't do anything. β
Esther ignored Kach and took two more steps to the side.
She was walking on a rocky plain, with nothing nearby that could be called a "creature", not even a lot of references. Because of the thick fog gathered nearby, as far as the eye could see, there were only shadows floating in the darkness in the distance, and when you got closer, you could only see one onion-like stone pillar after another.
The fog itself flows, sobbing and moaning, and the sobs amplify into twisted cries as they pass through the tiny holes in the stone pillars, making it easier to disorient and fear those who walk here.
This is not a problem for Esther, at best, "the wind here is a bit noisy today".
"We've been hanging out here for half an hour." Esther stared suspiciously at the heavily weathered pillar in front of her, each one was different, at least she was sure she wasn't spinning in place.
Caher nodded to the shadows in the depths of the mist: "The city is underground, but if you want to get in, you have to wait for the people inside to come out." β
The crow then said, "Isn't your luck always good?" Figure it out for yourself. β
Esther looked up at the stone pillar in front of her, and was stunned for a moment, when an idea popped into her mind: "Do you think this thing can be pulled out?" β
This time, the crow was silent for longer than Esther was in a daze, and finally Caher pinched his right eye socket and spoke, his tone rather gloomy: "This is the way you came up with it?" β
"No, I just have this questionβ"
"That's what you came up with." Raven interrupted Esther with confidence.
ββ¦β¦ At last. Maybe? As soon as you palm it down, it flattens. β
Esther said in a curtling circle, circling the pillar that was about two people hugging, but was soon distracted by something else, unable to concentrate on the occult traces nearby, "I always feel that you seem to be in a good mood. β
The crow's attitude towards her was no longer so cynical, and even changed from her previous meanness, and seemed to be much more patient, otherwise she would have begun to demean her words at this time, and she would not be so peaceful at all.
"Because some of my conjectures have been confirmed, you can understand it from another angle, I am happy to see the Source Fort."
Esther frowned, although she was still staring at the hole in the edge of the stone pillar, her eyes were obviously not focused here: "Forget it, you won't have such an obvious reaction because of such a small thing." β
"You don't trust me like that?"
"No, you always seem to be thinking about something bad."
"You can also choose to change your position, and then what I'm thinking about is a good thing."
Esther reached out and tapped at the pillar in front of her, casually smashing a few irregularly shaped bulges, while her mind was still more distant, like Beckland: "Are you trying to catch him?" β
"Of course, why should I let this opportunity go? Adam had to prepare for His ascension and didn't have time to cover it up for you. The raven replied leisurely, confident in his voice.
Esther's hand stiffened, and in order to blur her true emotions, she slapped the pillar with her backhand, as if she was angry with it: "I don't even have to think about it, he will definitely support you." β
Before she could finish speaking, the stone pillar in front of her, which had stood for a thousand years, suddenly began to roll down the rubble, and the figures of Esther and Kach flashed several meters away at the same time, and after maintaining an appropriate distance, they quietly watched more and more rubble fall.
The pillar began to disintegrate from below, quickly crumbling into a mass of rubble.
Esther laughed awkwardly twice and dusted off a bit of dust from her palm: "To be honest, I didn't mean to. β
"Look, you're in luck." The crow said lightly, not worried about such a small scene.
Esther's spirit was touched, and she looked with Caher into the depths of the fog, where the towering black shadows were trembling, and the whimpering wind no longer mourned, but turned into a suppressed roar, echoing with the roar of stones falling down and shattering.
More and more stone pillars were collapsing, and the sound was incessant, as if in response to Esther's casual remarks earlier, making the half-truth joke come true.
It took more than ten minutes for this continuous collapse to wake up the coffin six feet underground, and the last stone rolled down from nowhere, and everything finally calmed down. The color of the thick fog had become darker, and the previous crying had completely disappeared.
Esther kicked away a piece of gravel next to her toe: "Is it still possible for me to glue them, um?" β
"'Reboot'? I don't have the 'monster' trait for the high sequence, but the low sequence does. β
"You ...... before"
Before Esther could finish her words, she suddenly closed her mouth.
Her Caher moved almost simultaneously, floating upward.
The earth cracked and ravine after gully, stretching from beneath the stone pillars, the earthworm-like black cracks shaking, and the fragile ground sinked down like a packet of crushed potato chips.
Kach tugged at his monocle: "This doesn't seem like a normal way to get in." β
"Shall we go down?"
"Or else?"
Esther glanced at the crow on her shoulder and nodded at Kach, "Then look down." β