Chapter 532: She Got It Right Again
Chapter 532: She Got It Right Again
Sporeggar Mill was not that massive.
Although this city was underground of the Razor Territory, it was not a city under the Razor Territory. In the case of a sparse population, it was easy to accumulate a lot of garbage if the territory was oversized. Then, it would also be inconvenient to find a place to eat and shop.
The habit of the underground city was to install as few production facilities as possible in the residential area of the urban layer.
There were dedicated plantation and exploration layers below, which were used to produce various raw materials. Also, the transportation and freight in the underground city were convenient. At the same time, the land was sparsely populated. This led to a severe labor shortage.
However, the freight subways and merchants would not pass by so diligently if no production facilities were allocated. Various commodities and basic materials needed would also be out of stock.
Usually, lesser-known small cities did not have names of their own.
The same goes for “Black Mushroom Mill” in the past and”Sporeggar Mill” today.
It was once a logging area for the Ashwood Forest.
Yes, there were also trees in the underground world. The curse overflowed from the plantation layer, combined with the light source provided, could generate trees with unique properties.
For example, the Ashwood Forest, whose alias was “Misty Forest”, was the same forest the players had encountered in the Sporeggar Mill Nightmare.
This twisted and abstract strange gray tree was a precious ritual material. After being cut into pieces and burned, it could be used as a primary ritual material involved in getting lost. At the same time, only a few urban layers cultivated this tree type.
Although this tree type was impractical, they were cherished.
Ashwood that was relatively straight and of good texture could be sold for a pretty high price. The curse vessel bow made of ashwood as the primary material could impose [Phantom Shot] skill on the arrows fired.
The effect was to make the “arrow” in the eyes of the enemy deviate from the actual arrow position. The faster the rate of fire, the greater the angle the phantom shifted from its main body. Therefore, skilled hunters could even control the rate of fire to confuse the enemy about the true position of the arrow, achieving the effect of an almost invisible arrow.
The gray mushrooms that grew on decaying ashwood were hallucinogenic. It could be made into a colorless and transparent hallucinogenic poison when ground into powder.
“We live in the Ashwood Forest.” Nieusel explained to Annan’s group, “You have to hold the ashwood’s leaf as a ‘beacon’ to reach the correct coordinate, but I didn’t prepare any extra leaves. So follow closely and don’t fall behind. If you have fallen behind, don’t take any steps and stand where you are. Be sure to wait for us to come back; if anyone finds someone left behind, remember to sound an alarm as soon as possible.
“If you get lost here, it’s not a joke. Without beacons and the ability to locate through smell and perception, it is difficult to leave this place. That’s because ashwood stirs up hallucinations, making people misjudge the distance between things.
“Even if it’s on the same road, you may not be able to return to the original position if you go to the end and turn back.”
Nieusel held a leaf of ashwood near his home. It was the same kind of leaf that the messenger had in the nightmare.
When holding a leaf of a certain tree in hand, the host would “get lost” and reach the area where the leaf belonged without resisting the “being lost” effect of Ashwood Forest.
This was equivalent to some key or a map for automatic navigation.
“Wait a moment?” Lin Yiyi was keenly aware of the details, “Do you live together?”
Annan noticed this too, but he did not have the nerve to ask.
He felt this kind of question would lower his social standing.
“Ah, yes.” Nieusel turned his head away in embarrassment when a girl asked him this question.
He faltered and replied, “After all, we have to communicate with each other at any time, so we can only live closer. She just wants to live in the Ashwood Forest and doesn’t want to be disturbed.”
There’s no need to explain, my friend. I understand everything.
Annan smiled silently.
Nieusel tried to argue, saying something like “they haven’t confirmed their relationship yet”, “just living together, it is very pure”, and so on. However, Lin Yiyi’s expression became more and more strange.
It’s true love. Maybe it is even first love.
This kind of pure love. Ah, just nice.
If there were no outsiders, she might writhe like a maggot.
Jiu Er was rather curious.
What would that Nefertari be like?
Having the big loyal dog, it felt like she was a short and tsundere lady, it would be a good match. Or the kind of lady who was delicate and frail and sat in a wheelchair was also lovely.
The innocent Suuankou focused on walking his path attentively.
The reason being he was warned that he might get lost, so he followed Annan nervously without falling even one step behind. Of course, he had no idea what the two girls behind him were thinking.
Luckily, there was no such setting as “darkness falls” in the underground world.
[TN: It’s a Werewolf Party Game reference to going to the nighttime cycle where players die.]
After walking for about an hour, the group saw the small western mansion in front of them.
Like the houses in other underground cities, it was enormous. After all, the land was the least valuable thing in this place. It was even much cheaper than furniture. As for the size of houses, it solely depended only on the owner’s wish.
Nieusel did not take out a key.
He just walked to the door and pushed open the unlocked door.
“Nefertari!” He shouted inside, “I brought the guests back!”
“Hey?!” Nefertari’s flustered voice came from inside, “Wait a minute. I haven’t cleaned up the house yet.”
“Why are you tidying up the place? It’s the Secret Eye. It’s not to meet my parents.”
“Go to hell, you idiot!”
Annan’s group stood at the door politely and did not follow in immediately.
After another moment, Nefertari hastily opened the door.
It was a girl with red hair and scorching eyes, wearing a violet robe. A white ribbon hung from each of the slightly longer sleeves.
She put her hands on her abdomen. Her ribbon was folded into one, hanging straight to the position close to her feet.
She bowed to Annan reservedly, “It’s nice meeting you, Your Excellency Ghirlandaio.
“It’s quite sudden. I didn’t make any preparations yet. My apologies.”
“No, forgive our rude intrusion.”
Ghirlandaio smiled softly, “We came here without first asking. I hope we did not cause you any trouble at all.”
How could that be no trouble?
I wore pajamas at home! How could I meet anyone casually!?
Nefertari muttered to herself, but she dared not speak it out.
According to the information she found, the Secret Eye might be the ancient Sun Church.
Nefertari was not a transcender but it did not mean she could not fight transcender.
Many of the jewelry she carried were curse vessels. They mainly played the role of Prophet Magic and Idol Magic. However, the identification and detection magic of these spells slipped away silently when applied to Ghirlandaio.
It was not that the detection failed, but it did not activate at all.
It was as if the person in front of her was not a living person, but a stone statue without consciousness and emotion.
But how is this possible?
Her curse vessel was given by her teacher—a Gold Rank Transcender.
There is no doubt that he is not Silver Rank at all.
Nefertari thought quickly.
Judging from the fact that no influence appeared when the spell was applied, he should not be a deity. However, having the effect of the curse vessel missed, he would be a hidden Gold Rank Transcender at the very least and probably even a saint!
Yep, purifying the nightmares of the underworld does not benefit them. All their efforts are for nothing.
But if he is the [Justice], [Perseverance], or [Benevolence] of this generation, there is a motive for his action.
After all, a saint can derive power from the corresponding behavior, like a deity.
Thinking of this, Nefertari quickly glanced at Ghirlandaio’s body.
As far as she knew, the sacred bone of [Justice] was the heart, [Perseverance] was the bones from the forearms, and [Benevolence] was at the tongue. Therefore, she could disregard the possibility of the sacred bones at the prominent positions, such as “right arm”, “skin”, and “eye”.
Ghirlandaio’s hands did not glow, and neither did his tongue.
So…
Is he supposed to be the holder of the [Justice] sacred bone?