"Your Highness, you really look down on me." The witcher said with a solemn expression, "The area of the Vegema sewers is almost the same as the urban area, with dense ditches and extremely complicated terrain. It takes a lot of time to walk, let alone Clear out the monsters lurking in the sewers."
He analyzed, "Let me think about it, the spooky and damp places like sewers are usually inhabited by water ghosts, drowning undead, maybe evil ghosts, ghouls, and I can handle all these types of monsters. But bad luck. , if you encounter a hibernating bat-winged demon, that's the end."
For the witcher's concerns, Yada was already prepared, she clapped her hands, and an unusually young knight came to the two of them and slowly spread out a roll of yellowed and outdated animal skin maps.
"Roy, you are the most trusted knight of the goddess, of course I won't let you die." Yada rubbed the map with her fingertips, "The books collected by Foltest Castle were left at the beginning of the establishment of Vizima City. The sewer construction drawings, which document the location, internal structure, and exit to the ground of all the ditches for the sewer construction. You see…”
The map is crumpled, with a faint musty smell from damp, and it is old, and some of the ink marks are blurred. From the sectional view, this is a huge underground labyrinth, with tubular passages extending in all directions, shrouding the entire Vegeima like a spider web.
Roy followed Yada's long fingers and found the key points on the map.
The tubular passages are connected end to end, and the wall tiles at each corner are left with eye-catching numbers. This allows people entering the sewer to quickly figure out where they are without getting lost.
In addition, the exits connecting the sewers to the ground are more prominently marked on the map. At a cursory glance, almost every street in the city has them.
With her fingers on the map, Yada slid from one exit to another not too far away.
"According to the guidelines of this map, no matter where you are in the sewer, you can find the exit by walking normally for a quarter of an hour."
"A quarter of an hour?" Roy expressed doubts.
"I've sent people to ask all the workers who clean the sewers, and they say the same thing," Yada said with certainty. "Running as hard as a witcher can save you at least half your time. Even if you're in a situation where you can't handle it. In a crisis, we can retreat in time.”
Roy was a little more confident after listening to it. The dense escape outlets undoubtedly greatly reduced the danger of sewers.
His eyes swept across the entire map again: the sewers were surrounded by water, connecting Lake Vizima in the south and the Temeria River in the north, draining the sewage and dirt of the entire city.
"Where are the ruins of the ancient elf city, why is it not marked on it?"
Yada pointed to the northwest corner of Vizima City, Foltest Castle. "Most of the ancient elven ruins are below the castle, lower than the sewers, where there is an entrance."
"Below the surface of Lake Vizima?"
"Yes! The place is very hidden. I heard a former history teacher accidentally mention it." Yada pondered, "Don't touch the ruins area now, first clean up the monsters in the sewers that threaten the lives of believers, and free up the space for the sake of They provide places of prayer."
"After a few stable meeting points are initially established, we will start exploring the ancient elf ruins and strive to incorporate those underground palaces into the church's territory." Yada said optimistically, "Choosing the sewers as the church headquarters also has a natural advantage. "Yada pointed to the water outlet on the south side of the map. "These water outlets lead to Lake Vizima, and the pipes extend directly into the lake water, which can better receive the divine power of the goddess in the lake than the Temple Square."
The witcher rubbed his chin in thought,
"I could give it a try, but there's no guarantee I'll be able to clear the entire sewer. Plus I'll need a lot of time, at least a week."
"Safety comes first, I understand that the goddess doesn't want you to get hurt. If possible, start cleaning from the temple area, the faith in this area can stand the test." Yada paused, "because the goddess is still sleeping. , this action is my one-sided entrustment, Roy, you can offer whatever you want." Yada added a fire and said generously, "As long as it's not too harsh, it's fine."
Roy was no longer polite at the moment, and listed several materials that were in short supply for forging flying lion pie equipment, and Yada readily made a promise. Although the princess of Vizima has been deprived of power by Foltest, fetching some items from the royal warehouse is still unimpeded.
The two agreed another time and then separated in a hurry.
The witcher found Letho, who was discussing casting plans with Belengal at the smithy.
"Goddess of the lake, Princess Yada... two troublesome spirits!" Leto patted Roy on the shoulder, "As I said before, witchers shouldn't have too many entanglements with religion! Serrit and I , Oaks has other tasks to do, this trip to the sewer, you have to act alone."
"No problem! I can handle it alone." Roy nodded.
The bald man took out his own inventory from the space ring: Swallow to speed up the recovery of injuries, Thunder to increase strength, and Patriy's potion to increase the strength of the seal.
"But remember, with your current physique, you can only withstand the toxicity of two potions in a short period of time. Otherwise, after the efficacy of the drugs disappears, you will be weak, uncomfortable and countless sequelae."
"clear… "
Leto seemed to feel that he was not safe enough, and handed him two alchemy bombs that looked like coconut shells—Dragon Dream.
"The sewers are narrow and full of silt, methane, and some other flammable gases. Dragon's Dream can exert greater power. But you have to use it with caution, and it is best to use it when escaping, such as encountering bat-winged demons. , it would be right to throw one up."
"Um… "
"Little devil," After explaining all this, Leto patted him on the shoulder, "No matter what, save your life first!"
"Don't worry, have you forgotten my ability? It's no problem to escape if you can't beat me!"
The young witcher waved and turned away.
Huge sewers, monsters lurking in the shadows, these mean danger, but also represent countless experiences.
Without Leto's raid, this would be one of his rare solo strikes. But he felt good, and even a little excited. It has to be said that the witcher has more or less risk-taking genes in his bones.
…
"The fledgling chicks are easily blown off by the wind and rain." Belengar stepped on the blower with both feet to make the fire burn even more vigorously. "There are a lot of deadly 'dirty things' hidden in the sewers of Vizima, Do you feel free to let him go alone... or punish him for his indulgence last night?"
"Who didn't indulge when he was young? Why should he be punished?" The bald man shook his head, "He should learn to be on his own."
Hearing this, Belengar took a deep breath, and his brown eyes flashed with memory, "This kid is not yet fifteen years old, let me think about it, fifteen years old, I'm still in Kyle... Following a stinky old man Learn to dance the sword."
"This kid has killed more than a dozen monsters, including the ancient deer head spirit." Lesuo's eyes were relieved and his tone sighed.
"Congratulations!" Belengar's footsteps slowed down, and the envy on his face disappeared in a flash, "The Viper School is also considered a successor."
"Not long ago in Sintra, Geralt talked to us, the situation of the Wolf School is not very optimistic, there has been no new blood for many years, and now there are only four members left to support." Leto changed the topic, "You didn't think so. Go back and have a look?"
"Mind your own business!" Belengar asked coldly, putting his arms around his chest, "What's wrong with you and that kid, you insist on persuading me to go back?!"
"Maybe this winter, we will meet with the members of the Wolf faction at Kyle Mohan," Lexu paused, stared at each other, his eyes were sincere and frank, "Then we will all sit down to drink and chat, and make friends. The atmosphere is harmonious and can be imagined, this is the perfect time to explain all misunderstandings and let go of the past... As someone said, there are very few witchers left in this world, and in the face of 'genocide', many things are lost. You can let it go."
"Since I chose to leave, I will never regret it!" Belengar categorically refused, "There is no misunderstanding, only differences in ideas."
The betrayer of the wolf faction kicked up the blower again, facing the flames that were billowing in the furnace, and complained, "I want to get married and have children like a normal person. As a witcher, can I do it?"