After entering the gate, traces of minecart tracks on the ground are still clearly visible, which were only recently removed. The tunnel is a bit cold, but it is not humid every day. A few steps forward, you can see a square indentation dug inward from the walls on both sides, and in the indentation are placed skulls with blue eyes.
This is for lighting, equivalent to a candle. A yellow spell ability called [Corpse Transformation] allows the Giver to use his own spirit to change a certain part of the corpse. These lighting skeletons are obtained in this way, because this ability consumes very little spirit, and the transformation effect can last for a long time. Therefore, the bestowers who have been dealing with corpses for a long time will create some weird items to save their own expenses.
Of course, some people just simply like such decorations.
Because it is a mine tunnel, the passage is very spacious. But it is not straight, but extends all the way to the ground, and then branches somewhere, one of which suddenly extends upwards at a very large angle.
The borrowed pocket watch showed that Jenkins walked underground for half an hour before finally seeing the end of the blockage in the distance.
Of course, this wall is not impenetrable, and there is a corresponding way. But before doing so, Jenkins first needs to make sure that no one is on the other side of the wall. After opening the door, it is found that dozens of people are watching, so it will not end well.
Frowning and looking at the dust on the ground, he rubbed it with his boots, and then carefully sat against the wall, unbuttoned his coat and pulled the chocolate out of his arms and put it on his lap. Closing the eyes, the soul floated out of the body, sank into the wall, and saw the situation on the other side after breaking through a barrier like an air film.
Since it is a church related to the concept of [death], it is natural that there are no rituals to prevent the invasion of evil spirits. But for Jenkins in the soul body, mortal rituals don't need special attention, and they won't work on him anyway.
In front of the wall where the spirit body emerged was a whole row of shelves, some wines that Jenkins couldn't recognize but should be very valuable were stored in oak boxes.
"Why is there no one?"
Although doubtful, it is also a good thing. After returning to his physical body, he opened the wall and tiptoed into the bottom floor of the wine cellar.
Because very expensive wine is to be stored, the temperature of the wine cellar is not very exaggerated even if there are not many people.
Along the way, Jenkins kept using the [Dream Soul Leaving Body] method to check whether there was anyone in front of him. In fact, on the last 31st day, there were at least double-digit cultists in the cellar on this floor, but it's hard to say if there are any now.
He stopped and walked all the way, looking as if he was fighting wits with the air. When the deepest trapdoor was reached, still no one was seen, but there were faint footsteps under the trapdoor.
This finally convinced him that he had found the right place.
In the blink of an eye, this is the only gifter nearby, but there seem to be quite a few people on the level above the head.
He patted the chocolate, and the cat let out a cooperative cry.
"Meow~"
It let out a bored cry, and the spot of light in its field of vision immediately approached here.
Jenkins took cover behind a shelf nearby, letting the chocolate rattle deliberately near the trapdoor. Although Jenkins saw the look of contempt in his cat's eyes, he came to the trap door obediently.
I don't know how the guy below was able to tell the difference. Anyway, he didn't have the slightest bit of defense, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and stepped on the ladder under his feet just like that.
slap~
The man squatted on the ladder and patted the cat twice: "Come on, come here!"
Chocolate immediately turned and ran away.
The man leaned out completely from under the trapdoor, bent over and walked towards the chocolate with a smile. The cat dexterously hid behind the shelf, only its tail was still dangling outside due to the obstruction of the oak barrel.
The man grinned lightly and followed. Turning around in front of two rows of shelves, his forehead was blocked by the cold muzzle of the gun.
"You are a third-level gifter, with two basic abilities, three combat abilities, and one divine ability, so don't show off in front of me."
"No, no..."
Seeing the black cat acting coquettishly next to the stranger's trouser legs, the man was in a cold sweat. He really couldn't figure out how this man got in. Could it be that everyone above was dead
"You don't need to take out the charm in the left pocket."
Jenkins warned again.
"No, no..."
He already understood that the stranger in front of him might be a lot higher than himself, but...
"Your left foot is interesting, the position of the sole of the foot."
"No... oh, that's a tattoo technique. It's meant to be used on corpses, but it's also useful on living people, it's..."
Completely giving up the possibility of escaping, it is impossible to win against this stranger.
"Let me ask and you answer. I can judge whether you are telling the truth. If your answer satisfies me, I don't mind letting you go. Now, the first question, your name."
"Obach Seaver."
"Belief."
"... the Lord of Immortality."
"What's in the basement under our feet??"
"Some classified documents and materials requiring special preservation... that's all."
Jenkins nodded, then there would be no psychological burden to kill him in a while.
"Are you alone here?"
"Yes, only me."
This sentence is true, the basement was excavated temporarily after these cultists occupied the place, so the area is not large, and he can scan at a glance to see if there are gifters.
"What are your companions doing? It seems to be very lively up there. It took me a lot of effort to get here."
"..."
"3, 2, 1."
"I said, I said!"
This slow countdown is even more psychologically oppressive. Man finally crashes when Jenkins counts to 1:
"Okay, sir, don't threaten me anymore, I said. Something happened in the city during the day, and I think you should know it. The chief priest thinks it is not safe here, so we are moving. In fact , The cellar at the foot has almost been emptied, and there are only a few documents left, so there are so few people. They let me stay here for insurance, otherwise they would not only leave a third-level benefactor."
"It finally changed. Yes, the commotion in the morning was indeed too great, but this is also a good thing."
Jenkins thought to himself, put the gun back, and then quietly looked at the man being interrogated by him.