Alien world

Chapter 372 30. The Penultimate Floor

The radiance of magic fell on the "rat man", scaring it a little.

"Are you from the bottom nest?" Annan asked again.

"You... above?" His words were intermittent, as if his vocal organs had degenerated.

"We come from the surface." Annan observed his appearance and had some guesses: "Are you cursed?"

"Curse... no... we... also..."

puff--

The light landing sound not far away suddenly grabbed the "rat man"'s reason, he rushed to the fluorescent fruit, picked the fruit and climbed into the grotto.

"My lingua franca is fluent..." Amy exclaimed.

Annan's attention fell into the cave, while Amy's attention fell on the plants that bear new fruits at a speed visible to the naked eye after being picked.

"Catch another one?" Theophilus scratched his head.

"No." Alice seemed to have forgotten that she was going to attack them just now: "We are outsiders, and we don't know this place yet."

The "rat people" ignore them and attack them.For example, when Alice wanted to explore the fluorescent fruit, the "ratman" who ignored them suddenly let out a threatening growl, and they retreated before returning to laziness.

The mist outside the rugged grotto gradually dissipated, and the fluorescent fruit no longer grew.

They looked at each other in blank dismay, why is the bottom nest so weird and treacherous, as if it is hiding a secret... But the etiquette department just threw them into the secret?

Alice suddenly picked up a piece of metal and wiped off the dust.

"We should be very deep in the bottom nest." She handed the metal fragment to Annan, searched around where she picked it up, and found several fragments.

"Why?" Annan saw the writing on the metal fragment, not the common language.

"These tools...they have a Wilhelm style."

"Is this Wilhelm?"

Alice raised her head, hesitated to speak: "It's just a scratch."

"Oh."

Annan passed the scrap metal to the curious others.

This is the original Bottom Hive, maybe even the bottom layer, so the Bottom Hive people here have shown inhuman characteristics.

"I thought this place was just chaos compared to the surface...then how do we find the golden invitation letter?" Theophilus asked.

It's hard to even talk, the rat man will use a golden invitation letter?

"Let's find a way to the upper floor. It should be the closer to the surface, the more normal." Alice threw away the pieces of metal and returned to the team.

The old lighting spells were annihilated, and the new lighting spells bloomed, drawing the shadows of the jagged rocks along with the moving team.

"Is that a golden invitation?"

As he was about to leave the grotto, a flash of light on the edge caught Theophilus' attention.They approached reflective objects that seemed to be buried in rubble.

It was indeed a golden invitation, only "it" had already been used, drowned in a pile of fibrous floe.

"Is this the excrement of the 'rat man'?"

Annan's words made Theophilus retract his hand in surprise, and Annan told him that it was nothing: "It's just excrement, this is the historical tradition of the imperial capital."

These Stowies laughed, and some people were joking: "Even the rats know how to wipe their butts, Everton, don't just pull up your pants."

"To shut up!"

Annan couldn't help feeling that Saltz School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has produced a large number of talents.

In the end it was Theophilus who picked up the golden invitation, cut two pieces of cloth from the mage's robe, wiped one and wrapped it up.

"Do you want to see it?" Theophilus didn't want to be tarnished.

Annan shook his head: "I'll look at the second one."

In fact, Annan saw it, and knew that the fibrous feces would not have any smell, and the golden invitation letter was a magical material that would not be soaked, burned, or torn, as soft as cloth.

After picking up a golden invitation letter, there should be no second one, but they still walked around and left the grotto to find the way to the upper floor.

The vast Bottom Nest is like an underground world. Alice happens to know a kind of remote "maze". direction forward.I encountered two more grottoes along the way, but no golden invitation was found.

A few minutes later, when they began to wonder if they had strayed from their direction, light seeped into the high-altitude rocktop.

A rock pillar without steps leads to the luminous depths.They also found a weakened "rat man" near the rock pillar.He is not very old, and he is hung with broken cloth strips. Through the almost transparent heart, he can see the exhausted organs and the almost stagnant heart.

He should be the next generation of rat people...

"How to do?"

"Try healing." Annan said.

They were confiscated with magic props and could only rely on magic.

Healing made the throbbing in his chest weak again, but not enough.

"Which one of you is carrying him?" Annan planned to take him to the upper floor.

"I... uh... I have a headache..."

"The teleportation just now made me uncomfortable..."

The students avoided Annan's gaze. They were both nobles and magicians, and they couldn't memorize a "rat man".

Annan had no choice but to pick up the boy and ask Alice to help put him on his back.

"I'll do it too," said Alice.

"No, he's very light..."

Annan's dark eyes drooped slightly, he only weighed more than [-] kilograms...

Then Alice took off the mage robe and put it on him: "She's a girl."

At this time, they smelled bitterness in the air, and the fog came again.

"They won't be good for health, let's go up."

Asking them to perform the Light Feather Technique, the young mages climbed up the rock pillar without any image.

The fear of being smashed into flesh made them move quickly, and they climbed the hundreds of meters of stone pillars in a few minutes.

Climb up to the penultimate floor of the bottom nest. There is also bitter mist here, but it is much sparser. There are some signboards with skulls and danger lingua franca painted around them, and lights are on at the gathering place in the distance.

Seeing a normal gathering place, the uneasiness brought about by the depths of the ground and loneliness finally faded away, especially when they met a local—a local with covetousness, fear, envy and hatred, but a normal human being.

"Give me your money."

Annan collected dozens of gold coins while the locals swallowed their saliva, and then took out a copper coin: "Answer my question, it belongs to you."

"not enough."

"Then let's ask someone else." Alice said coldly, "They won't miss contact with people on the surface."

"Okay, gentlemen from above, what do you want to know?"

"We're looking for a golden invitation, you know what?"

"I...don't know." The local hesitated.

"It seems you know." Annan took out a silver coin.

"Take out that gold coin!" said the native boldly.

Then, after Annan took out a Jinnar, he said, the day before yesterday or yesterday, a batch of gold invitations were suddenly issued from above.It is said that if you get the golden invitation letter, you can return to the surface.

The people of Bottom went mad, looking for golden invitations everywhere, but some smart guys saw that this was a hunting game for nobles.The prize is the golden invitation, and the prey is...themselves.

(End of this chapter)