As an adventurer, Seriel often had an advantage in so obscure information.
At that mont, he shared a piece of little-known history with everyone.
The Nin were a group that had long vanished from history, descended from a once-famous empire—the Nigar Empire.
The Nin claid to be the rightful successors of Nigar, and during the transition period from Nigar to Nin, they revived so ancient and brutal ritual practices, which turned the tribal sacrificial system into sothing crucial for united hearts.
At that ti, the high-ranking sacrificial sites of the Nin were often off-limits to ordinary people and contained so extrely dangerous facilities.
Although these underground ruins had long been buried.
However, dangers such as poison traps were highlighted by Seriel, who cautioned everyone to be careful.
The team continued to move forward, and Seriel started to explain things to the mbers of the team.
Although there might have been a bit of a rush.
Yet, in terms of handling traps or dealing with poisoning situations, the adventurer detailed everything quite extensively.
...
As they delved deeper.
The underground temperature naturally begun to rise.
After crossing a damaged monunt, the support team continued to fumble through the darkness.
The tunnel was winding, and collapsed and broken areas could be seen frequently.
At places that were completely impassable, traces left by previous explorers helped the support team to move forward without too much delay.
As Seriel finished his explanations, the team quieted down imdiately.
The already silent underground was now filled only with the sound of their hurried footsteps.
The environnt was dark and deep, with dangers seemingly lurking within every shadow cast by the edges of their torches' light.
The previous missing exploration team had hinted at this.
—but strangely, the support team was safe.
—they needed to continue deeper.
This state of being safe for the mont but unaware of where danger might co from next was the most terrifying ordeal for the mind.
Especially since they were actively approaching danger.
"Is...is there a sound?"
Suddenly, a young man at the forefront spoke up.
He pointed towards the dark path ahead, his voice trembling as he asked,
"Mr. gan, should we continue forward?"
The middle-aged caster didn't answer his timid companion but instead turned back and addressed Dwayne directly,
"Professor Dwayne, hold on a mont."
"I'll listen to the sounds ahead."
With the team leader's approval, gan the caster imdiately lay on the ground. As a caster, he didn't conjure so eye-opening spell but chose the most direct thod: listening.
"..."
Ronald didn't say much.
Unlike ordinary people, he had already discerned the truth of the noise—it was water, likely caused by an underground river's movents.
However, Costate had a slightly different opinion:
"Sir, the sound of the water seems to be changing."
"?"
Ronald looked at Costate with a subtly changing expression.
Although he heard the water himself, he certainly didn't catch the details like the maid did.
So was it ti to marvel at the differences between people?
Thinking this, Ronald didn't stop his own actions.
Since Costate had ntioned it, he decided to investigate thoroughly.
Shortly thereafter, Ronald whispered the incantation quietly:
"Its na is Styx,
"The black water flowed downward, reaching the dim and perilous foot of the cliff..."
Snap—
At that mont, gan, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up.
The middle-aged caster montarily lost his composure, instead staring in astonishnt towards the team behind him—Who was it? Such a strong magic fluctuation, who could it possibly be?
Then he saw Ronald, smiling.
The young man stood next to the maid, both of whom he had previously disregarded. But now, noticing gan's gaze, the young man's fingertips twirled with a wisp of black mist and he politely nodded at him.
—A caster much stronger than himself...
—No, this is a "Caster of the Original Scripture"! And of the strongest kind!
"..."
Ronald's undisguised magic fluctuation plunged gan into self-doubt. With such a mighty caster in the team, what purpose did his own presence serve—could it even be said that the team really managed to recruit such a formidable figure?
At this mont, Dwayne interrupted gan's shock:
"Mr. gan, did you find sothing?"
"Ah." gan abruptly snapped out of it; this man and woman were brought by Professor Dwayne himself! Given his standing, it was indeed likely he could et such characters. Realizing all this, the middle-aged caster imdiately said, "The sound of running water."
"There might be an underground river ahead."
"Everyone, don't worry too much."
As soon as he spoke, gan's expression had adjusted.
After a brief chat with Dwayne, the middle-aged caster resud leading the way forward.
But, different from before,
gan seed to have undergone a change.
At least his steps were quicker and lighter as he moved on.
At the sa ti, Dwayne silently moved next to Ronald within the progressing team.
Dwayne, who had just initiated conversation, asked quietly:
"Mr. Ronald, was gan looking at you just now?"
"Yes." Ronald candidly admitted, "I used a little spell just now to make sure gan was aware of the situation in the team."
"I see."
Dwayne nodded, understandingly.
However, before he left, Ronald took the chance to change the subject:
"By the way, I discovered sothing with my spell just now."
"On the opposite side of the underground river ahead, there are signs of human activity."
"..."
At this news, Dwayne's eyes widened.
He looked at Ronald in front of him, utterly shocked as if thinking, 'A wizard can do that too?'
"I'm very sure, and the information is absolutely reliable."
Ronald seed to anticipate Dwayne's next question, so he answered preemptively. This was the result of Fury's scouting—almost impossible to make a mistake.
"..."
With that, Dwayne, who had just been about to confirm, found himself speechless.
He stood stunned for a mont before finally smiling and then jogging towards the front of the team.
"Professor Dwayne?"
gan noticed him approaching, his face naturally puzzled in the torchlight.
Dwayne continued moving closer.
Once near, he quietly spoke a few words to the middle-aged man.
"..."
After hearing Dwayne's whisper, gan looked again at Ronald and the others behind him.
Understanding everything, his expression tightened, and he imdiately called out loudly:
"Gentlen, there seems to be so activity ahead."
"Let's all pick up the pace!"
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