On the side of the silent corridor, all of a sudden, a slit quietly split open in the wall. Then it further retracted to one side, producing a squeaky sound, forming a pitch-black entrance.
Next, a figure tentatively erged from the opening, short in stature with a pair of round, shifty eyes. The figure lowered his head to take out a matchbox, struck it, and a dazzling blaze lit up in the darkness, revealing the chubby face of a Papalarian.
He cautiously looked around and muttered, "There's actually a secret passage here."
The light from the match dimd and then went out.
"But which way should I go now?" he mumbled, "What did that Alchemist say again, chapel, basent, central schoolhouse, kitchen, kitchen...?"
"Shoot, not very lucky, can't rember," the Papalarian moved his fingers, talking to himself in confusion, "Did he ntion the kitchen? It sounds familiar, must have ntioned it, maybe I should check the kitchen out, it must be a big dining hall—"
"But where is the kitchen?"
Parker sniffed the air with his nose.
"I guess it must be to the north."
"Dear God, please definitely tell the answer."
In the darkness, the sound of rolling dice ca, along with the excited whisper of the Papalarian: "It really is north!"
After thinking for a mont, he opened the Summoners System and sent a ssage to Fang Hong: "Respected Mr. Alchemist and Captain, the most outstanding Night Thief in your team has successfully infiltrated the cathedral and is on his way to the destination, all is going well—"
"I've entered Hustings Cathedral."
Red Leaf also sent a ssage.
Fang Hong glanced at the ssages from both people, feeling it was unbelievably smooth. But seeing Parker's convoluted wording, he felt less certain, and casually replied: "Where exactly are you now?"
System notification: The other party has turned off the communication system—
"Damn, this bastard!" Fang Hong cursed inwardly.
He had clearly admonished repeatedly that the communication system must not be turned off, because this guy had precedent, claiming that Otherworld Telecom was too expensive!
Fang Hong was seething with anger but still had to patiently ask Red Leaf, "Red Leaf, where are you?"
"According to the blueprint this should be a side hall, this place is huge, almost like a maze, it might take a bit more ti to find Holite's schoolhouse."
"Maze?" Fang Hong was stunned. The peripheral area of Hustings Cathedral was indeed large, but the cathedral area wasn't that big—how could it have been built like a maze.
This wasn't City Hall, there was no real need for defense or attack, was there? Who would bother attacking Ouli's Holy Temple, not even the cultists would dare.
As he was puzzled, he saw Hes parting the low bushes, under the cold moonlight ahead, a row of brick walls and a small door appeared.
The girl wiped her hands on her apron, turned to him and said, "Mr. Ade, we've arrived. This is the stable, but since the Holy Temple Knights no longer station here, it's been a long ti since any horses were kept here. The sll might be a bit off, as no one has tended to it since then."
As she spoke, she opened the door, and indeed, a strange sll hit Fang Hong right in the face, not the stench of excrent but a sll of decay and mold.
Hes carefully peeked inside the door, softly cautioning him, "Be careful, Mr. Ade, there are so dirty things inside the church."
"Dirty things?"
Hes shook her head, falling silent.
Such places might have so monsters, either undead or so other bizarre things. Fang Hong, seeing this, was not surprised and simply took out the technologically advanced device to open a Light Gate and release a Type III Walker.
After so basic repairs, the 'Sword Bearer's' durability was sowhat restored, but the damaged shell armor parts were troubleso for him to fix at his current Level, so that had to be left as is for now.
The few sword wounds left by the previous Musketeer on the Type III Walker stayed as they were, several ugly gashes that were quite an eyesore.
Fang Hong let the Walker lead the way with him following closely behind.
His eyes took a while to adapt to the completely dark environnt; the stable appeared low and narrow, the floor was covered with blackish moldy straw or perhaps sothing else, not clearly visible, resembling clumps of rotting flesh, repulsive to behold.
Mushrooms sprouted from the rotten flesh, and a layer of spores perated the floor, filling the chest like contracting asthma suddenly, making breathing increasingly turbid and difficult.
Fang Hong was still puzzled, how could the stable turn into sothing like this, even if it was untended, but this was a bit too strange, wasn't it?
He continued to ask about the previous topic, "Hes, when did the incarnation of Dragon's Golden Eyes take away Hudi, and how did you know?"
Earlier Hes had hurriedly recounted the whole story to him, clarifying what had happened during his ti away at the City Hall.
After he and Hes had separated, she left to look for Hudi.
According to her, she had arranged to et Hudi at a certain place, which Fang Hong figured was what she always referred to as 'ho'—but Hes told him, blaming her sudden whim to return to her father's workshop to fetch that photo fra, that Hudi hadn't waited for her.
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