They walked down the old town along the route of the previous day. As they walked, Bai En began to think about how strange his life was. Falheim's house was somewhere above his head, and he didn't know it. He didn't even know that Falheim was in the city. And Falheim found him, which undoubtedly proved the efficiency of his spy network.

Bai En suspected that anyone who wants to do business in Heidelberg now needs these things. What Falheim said about the emperor's assassination and the countess' secret police was also worrying. Bai En felt sorry for the captain's death, but he was more worried about himself. He and Guerrero are both wanted by law, because almost all the nobles they encountered on their adventures encountered misfortune. If the secret police in Heidelberg are so efficient here, and he and Guerrero are really so easy to identify, then they may also disappear. He comforted himself that their headquarters is far from here, and local authorities may not be interested in things outside their jurisdiction.

To some extent, what is more reassuring is that they are one of the sewer monitors. Everyone understood that this profession did not carefully study the background of those who volunteered. Indeed, it is said to be a reliable way for them to ignore your previous crimes. Everyone else has been involved in violent crimes at some point in their lives, at least they claim to be. No, there is nothing to worry about. He hopes so.

What is more worrying is that they may actually encounter some ratmen. He was unwilling to face such a vicious enemy in their own environment. He frantically tried to recall what Guerrero had told him about the Ratmen, hoping to remember something that would give him an advantage in battle. He knew that it was a kind of evil deformed rat, which was the product of the influence of the magic stone in ancient times. Like the horned beast, these things have mutated, but Bai En is still very curious, whether they are transformed by humans, or whether they are transformed into a personification by themselves.

It is said that they live in a heavily polluted city, but no one knows its location. They are much lighter than humans, but they are faster and more fierce, and they have a wild wisdom that makes them deadly enemies.

He still remembers a book he had read about ancient warfare, which described that they rarely fought on the ground battlefield: they carried out terrifying assaults in droves, their evil twists, their hobby of tortured captives . The most fascinating thing in that book is that this group of ratmen destroyed the walls of an ancient city. After two years of hard work, it finally broke the siege. Legend has it that the attacking party paid a terrible price for his ally. But that's all, there aren't even many legends about them, most of them seem to be the product of some kind of conspiracy theory.

Bai En himself also saw some evidence about what was said to be a rodent in Shifengbao. But after so long, the wells and mutant monsters contaminated by the magic stone still exist, but he ca n’t be sure that these are also caused by the ratmen. After all, he encountered orcs and goblins.

If it is true, he hopes that he will not have to face their terrible creations in his lifetime. Looking at other people, he knew that they did not have the same hope as him.

Until yesterday, Bai En never considered the number of rats in the sewer. Now he found them everywhere. When the trench workers approached, they quickly left the lights, and he could hear the footsteps behind them as they walked. Their eyes saw the reflection of the lantern, like the twinkling stars in the dark underground city in the distance.

He found himself wondering if there was any connection between these mice and the ratmen. He began to think of the little guys as spies of their elder brothers. He knew it was a madman's fantasy, just like the magic story he had read when he was a kid, but the more he thought about it, the more terrible the prospect. Rats are everywhere in the big cities of mankind, living in garbage and civilized waste. They can see a lot and overhear a lot, even if they are noticed, at least they will not be suspected. Even as he walked, he began to feel their cold eyes staring at him maliciously. The walls of the gutter seemed to surround him so tightly that he felt threatened, and he imagined himself trapped in a big pit. Thinking of the fact that there might be groups of ratmen here, he suddenly felt like he was in a huge hole, and he and others were shrunk to the size of mice, and ratmen were actually just ordinary mice, but they would Walk upright, wearing the same clothes as humans.

The hallucinations became so vivid and striking that he began to wonder whether the smell of 'stews' would enter his brain, or whether the suffocating narcotics prescribed by the city's alchemists had hallucination side effect.

"Hold on, human," he heard Grerogan say. "Your complexion looks pale."

"I was just thinking about mice." Bai En raised his hand and rubbed his temple.

"In the tunnel, your mind creates its own enemy. This is the first thing to learn to guard against when fighting in the tunnel."

"You've done this kind of thing before," Bai En said ironically.

"Yes, humans. I was fighting in the tunnel before your father was born. The roads around Shifeng Fort will always have enemies, and all the citizens of the King's Council are serving in the tunnel. This way the dead young dwarf is better than any other dwarf. There are many. "

Guerrerogen is very straightforward, just like he sometimes before facing great danger. The danger made him chatter, as if he only wanted to communicate with others when he realized that there might be no more opportunities. Maybe he just drank too much the night before. Bai En realized that he would never know. To understand the dwarf ’s unusual thinking is almost beyond his ability, just as difficult as understanding a distortion.

"I still remember the first time I was in the tunnel. Everything seemed crowded. Every sound was the footsteps of some hidden enemy. If you listen with fearful ears, you will soon be surrounded by the enemy. When the real enemy comes, you do n’t know where he came from. Keep calm, human. You will live longer. "

"You speak lightly," Bai En muttered to himself, when the strong dwarf squeezed past him. Despite this, he was dispelled by the appearance of Guerrerogan. No more hallucinations by thinking about enemies.

The team approached the place where Captain Gantt was killed with some fear. The mist rises from the surface of the "stew", and in some places, there is obviously a slow current in the sludge. The location of the battle was the same as in Bai En's memory, but the body was gone. The place where the body was parked was messed up.

Along the place where the body was, there was a path formed by mucus. The trace suddenly disappeared on the side of the road, as if the body was dragged away for a short distance, and then was discarded. He knew they should have taken it away when they had the opportunity yesterday, but they were too shocked, uneasy, and excited by what happened. No one wants to carry the dirty rat man's body. Now it is not there.

"Someone took it away." Khrov said.

"Want to know who?" Spade continued.

Guerrerogan scanned the platform where the body was. He bent down, looked at the footprints carefully, and rubbed his eyes with his right hand. The hatchet that killed the ratman remained on the ground.

"Anyway, it's not a person. I can be sure of this."

"There are all kinds of scavengers in the sewers," Rudy said. He spoke out the common thoughts of all the trench workers. "Living in such" stews ", there are certain things you won't believe."

"I don't think it is any scavenger," Guerrerogen denied.

"Ratman," said Bai En, expressing their unspoken thoughts.

"It's too big. At least one of them is. The others might be ratmen." Guerrerogan shook his head.

Bai En stared at the darkness; it suddenly appeared more sinister.

"How old?" He cursed and then asked. "How big is this creature you are talking about, Guerrerogen?"

"Maybe taller than you, human. Maybe heavier than Rudy."

"Is it a certain distortion? Or a mixed breed?"

"possible."

"But how did these marks disappear?" Bai En asked. "They can't all jump into" Stew ", right?"

"Witchcraft," Khrov said.

"The darkest kind." Spade added.

Grey Logan looked down at the platform and cursed in his native language. He was angry and his beard was raised. His eyes shone madly and violently. "They can't just disappear," he said. "This is impossible."

Bane agreed with this, he didn't feel the trace left by the release of the spell. And he did not believe that someone would cast a teleportation spell for a corpse.

"Will they use the boat?" Bai En suddenly asked. He just thought of this idea. Others looked at him in disbelief.

"Do you use a boat?" Khrov said.

"Are you in" Stew "?" Spade added.

"Don't be silly," Rudy said.

"I'm not stupid. Look, the trace ends here. It's very easy for a person to get off the platform and take a small boat." Bai En explained to the place where the trace ended.

"This is the most stupid thing I have ever heard," Rudy said. "You are really imaginative, Bai En. Who would have thought of using a boat here?"

Bai En was helpless about his stupidity, but what made him more angry was that he had already pointed out the possibility, but this idiot still didn't believe it.

"There are many things you can never think of ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ So he snapped." But thinking is not your strength, is it? "He looked at the other sewers and shook his head." You are right. , The boat is meaningless. It is best to believe that they disappeared with magic. Perhaps a group of goblins flew to take them away. "

"Yeah, a little goblin. That's ridiculous," Rudy said.

Bai En rubbed her face helplessly.

"He is satire me, Rudy," Spade said.

"Bai En, a guy who loves sarcasm." Khrov added.

"Maybe it's right," Gray Logan said. "A boat will not be too difficult to get. And the sewer will flow into the Rake River, won't it? It's easy to steal a boat.

"But the gates of the waterways that flow into the river are all fenced," Rudy said. "Stop wandering sweat."

"What is our job, if not to hunt down the tramps while they line up through the iron fence?" Asked Bai En. He could see that the idea even began to penetrate Rudy's stupid head.

"But why, humans? Why use boats?" Grerogan asked.

There are very few opportunities for Grerogan to admit that Brian may know more than he does. This made Bai En happy for a while. He quickly considered the matter.

"First of all, they leave no trace. They may also be related to smuggling activities. For example, suppose someone transported a magic stone from the river. Yesterday the cunning noble seemed to use it to buy the mouse." I am disgusted. There is only one thing that hates me more than the ship, and that is the elves. "Gray Logan complained.

They searched all day and found no traces of ratmen, although they did find that an iron bar was sawn off and fell on an exit to the Rake River.