Capítulo 1119: Chapter 98: Sothing Special
The environnt of the cave where the Snake People live is quite simple—it’s about three or four fists taller than Fisher’s height, and the distance on either side is wider to allow for the transport of goods in and out, so Fisher dismounted from the cal’s back as soon as he entered the cave.
Actually, Fisher didn’t plan on bringing it inside, but it kept nudging him with its head, insistently following him, so Fisher had no choice but to lead it in together.
The cave is not only cramped but also dark. Fisher always felt that the Snake People leading the way moved faster and more naturally in the darkness, possibly because, as powerful hunters, the night and dark conditions are more comfortable and suitable for them.
The environnt inside the cave is very suitable for their habits, except for the temperature—it’s not just hot and dry, but also stifling, making it hard to breathe.
Fisher took a breath, looking at the dim, seemingly all-engulfing end of the cave, and asked,
“Is this the place where the Sorobato Angel forges holy objects?”
“No… no, Sorobato doesn’t usually forge here. Except for the boss, none of us have seen him. We only transport materials for him. Every ti he cos, it’s as if there’s a calamity outside; the winds are really intense, so we all hide. When we co out, the materials and slaves have already been taken.”
Hearing this from the Snake-man ahead, Fisher suddenly recalled when he attended a class on forging holy objects back in the Holy Land with Helair. At that ti, an angel nad Eesi ntioned that forging holy objects requires a trendous amount of energy and suitable diums.
In the Holy Land, the energy source is the massive sun ring constructed by Michael, and the dium was the ether he created. However, Sorobato forges the Life Gospel Holy Object against the Holy Land regulations, so it’s unlikely he has those conditions, but there are alternatives.
The ocean not only has water as a dium but also seems to have volcanic activity as a natural condition for forging holy objects…
Well, thinking of this, it’s not surprising that Moli’s aunt, Mu Xi, could forge holy objects, as she hails from the Whale-man Species of the ocean.
“So what’s the situation with the holy object your boss said he was still forging ahead?”
“Ah, that… I’m not too sure. It seems that the object requires so ti to take form, but Sorobato couldn’t take it away, so it’s temporarily kept with us.”
“I see…”
Fisher was about to nod when suddenly a faint fragrance wafted to his nose, a scent so penetrating in the narrow cave.
That scent, Fisher rembered it well.
He paused briefly, then spoke to the plump Snake-man leading ahead,
“That object is at the end of this path, right?”
“Uh? Ah, yes, this is where the slting room is. The thing the angel left is in the furnace; you can see it if you go over. But the temperature is very high, I suggest you use tongs or sothing to pick it up.”
“I understand, I’ll be careful, you can leave first.”
The Snake-man, sowhat puzzled, touched his face with his chubby hands but had no other objections since Fisher instructed him. So he nodded and turned to leave the cave, leaving the place to Fisher alone.
“Is there anyone else here?”
“No, they all escaped just now.”
Having confird, Fisher’s gaze sharpened slightly. He looked at the deep, dark cave tunnel ahead, hesitated for a mont, then prepared to lead the cal forward, but at that mont, the cal behind seed to sense sothing and wouldn’t budge, its four hooves rooted like nails.
“Gululu~”
It whinnied, prompting Fisher to release the rope tied to its saddle and said,
“You go ahead, I’ll go alone.”
Then, Fisher proceeded alone towards the depths of the cave. But after a few steps, the cal’s head ca up behind, nudging Fisher’s back, and its four hooves finally began to move again.
“Hum~ hum~ hum~”
Its throat emitted a pleasant song, lodious like a silver bell, as if expressing its intent to accompany Fisher.
Fisher smiled slightly, patted its head, and said nothing, just continued leading it onwards.
The surrounding darkness had already exceeded the limits visible to Fisher’s Fourteenth Rank eyes. At this mont, the originally cramped cave seed like a bottomless abyss, resembling a black ocean that swallowed all light, making Fisher feel an indescribable sense of falling just by walking.
A sharp, piercing noise faintly emanated from the surroundings. Fortunately, the cal sang in ti, sparing Fisher’s ears from discomfort.
After several seconds, the surrounding darkness abruptly vanished. At the cave’s end, a fire-lit entrance quickly ca into view before Fisher.
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