"A king," Grivet's face darkened, and he muttered to himself full of low emotions:

"How could it be a... king?"

The veteran looked at half of his thigh, then touched his empty left eye, with a reluctant and gloomy expression, and spoke in a low voice:

"Hold."

But after just a few breaths, Grivet relaxed his tense expression.

With a stiff face, he pulled a piece of thread from the pocket in his arms in panic.

Slowly took out a small black leather bag from the mezzanine.

Griveau opened the leather bag tremblingly, looked at the contents dullly, and then looked at the entrance of the black path.

He said nothing for a long time.

The veteran stopped his movements, sneered slightly, and shook his head as if mocking himself: "Fuck..."

The sounds of fighting behind him began to subside.

But Grivet seemed unaware.

He pinched the thing in his hand, his face turned green and red, put on a ferocious expression, and shouted:

"Hold!"

As if this proves anything.

After a few seconds, Griveau leaned on the backrest of his wheelchair with relief.

He laughed weakly a few times.

The veteran closed his eyes tightly, with a hint of sadness in his tone:

"Hold."

Finally, the thing in Grivet's hand slowly fell down and landed on his wheelchair.

The morning light illuminated it.

It was a neatly tied strand of female hair.

Soft, smooth and bright.

The color is fiery red.

After feeling the friction between his back and the rock formation, and sliding to the bottom with tension all the way, Thales opened his eyes and saw darkness.

Until the sound of footsteps sounded.

"Hey, are you afraid of the dark?"

Thales squinted his eyes to adapt to the sudden light, and looked in shock at Kurtz, who was holding the eternal lamp and looking at him playfully.

It was dark all around.

and cold.

Their eternal lamp can only illuminate a small area around them.

"Follow me," the seamstress, with only half of her face exposed in the darkness, helped him light the eternal lamp and sighed, "Even if some roads are difficult to walk, you must follow them."

Thales got up in embarrassment.

Kurtz turned around and climbed up the dark rock wall on his hands and knees, seemingly going uphill.

"I have to climb this crappy place again..."

"At least I got three hundred gold coins last time..."

Kurtz said sarcastically to himself: "Where are the patrons this time? They gave us a chance to hang on the gallows, ha!"

"Prince? Humph."

Thales had to pretend not to hear.

The black path was narrower than Thales imagined. Just as he was about to reach out to grab the eternal lamp beside him, his arm hit the rock wall firmly.

Boom.

Thales hissed and rubbed the sore spot, not daring to be careless anymore. He carefully grabbed the eternal lamp and struggled to keep up with Kurtz's footsteps.

Kurtz was obviously familiar with the road, and he could only barely see Kurtz's trouser legs and boots through the dim light of the eternal lamp.

Soon, Thales realized the power of the black path.

Obviously, there is no flat road here, it is either uphill or downhill, but it is full of potholes. In several places, it is even a steep slope that is close to a cliff. Kurtz has to climb up with a scratching hook, and then hang a rope to pull him up.

"Is this place really used by people?" Thales complained painfully after falling for the eighth time: "A black path?"

"It wasn't so difficult to walk before," Kurtz in front said with a chuckle: "But you know... Disaster was just playing with rocks in Longxiao City, and half of it collapsed out of thin air."

"Blame it on them."

In the darkness along the way, there were bumps and bumps everywhere, and Thales often fell or slipped due to his inexperience. If he hadn't had enough experience in beatings as a child, Thales felt that he might have been bruised and swollen by now.

"Be careful, don't fall again."

Kurtz's voice came from ahead.

Thales blushed and groped the surrounding rock formations more cautiously: "Thank you."

Kurtz snorted.

"I'm not talking about you, but the eternal lamp. Who cares whether you drop it or not?"

Thales raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes in the darkness where no one could see.

"The ventilation here is very poor. If you use a torch, you will suffocate."

Kezi, who was leading the way, said:

"And it's too dark here. If you break the lamp, you won't be able to get out without lighting."

Speaking of which...

Thales thought: I have a way.

He chuckled inwardly.

The sins of the Hell River responded to his call and rushed to his eyes.

As the blood vessels around his eye sockets surged, Thales saw with satisfaction that the dark scene in front of him slowly became brighter.

Including the sound in the cave, although there is only a slight flow of cold air.

Thales only felt that his eyes were much clearer, and many obstacles that could not be seen in the dark could be avoided in advance.

So he quickly caught up with Kurtz, which actually made the seamstress look at him high.

"You get started pretty quickly!"

Thales couldn't help but feel a little proud, and he began to pay attention to his surroundings.

"Oh, are there any words here?"

Thales climbed up to a relatively flat rock platform and saw strange writing on the rock wall through the Sin of Hell River.

"ah?"

Kurtz, who was groping for the road ahead, asked in confusion: "Why didn't I find it?"

Taylor paused, and the sins of the Hell River continued to flow.

He narrowed his eyes and touched the words carved on the rock wall.

"August, 20th...livestock, food..." He read the words above in a low voice.

Thales's expression became serious.

"Ancient Empire."

Kurtz climbed up a protruding rock and asked curiously: "What?"

"The writing, the writing on these rocks, is the ancient imperial script. This way of writing... is not the final empire, but the ancient empire from a long time ago." Thales blinked, thinking of Gilbert's long time ago in confusion.

The ancient empire alphabet that he taught himself: "This tunnel has a history of at least a thousand years, and even longer. At least at that time, the Northland was still under the rule of the ancient empire."

"No," Thales saw a new sentence and immediately overturned his own thoughts. His curiosity was aroused and he said enthusiastically: "It shouldn't be that old. I noticed that there are some common slang mixed in these words.

The text and usage appear to record supplies and inventories."

Kurtz laughed dryly.

The seamstress seemed to be doing something laborious, maybe rock climbing, and said perfunctorily: "Yes, it's really... really powerful... really amazing."

"Now, move your butt and keep walking."

Kurtz finally climbed up to a huge rock above. She took a breath, stretched out her head and stretched out her hand to Thales below, and said angrily: "Then give me your hand, and I will pull you up."

Thales raised his eyebrows, glanced at the figure above, and continued to move forward.

But he froze immediately.
To be continued...