The traces of the Silverstone Curse Vault that once existed have been completely erased.
No one would be able to notice that there was once a "power station" where the elves lived above this huge pothole.
For other buildings, only the parts above the ground were roughly flattened. Only in the curse cellar, not even a single piece of gravel was left, and even the part below the ground was cleaned up.
This is a huge cave like a crater, with an inner diameter of several hundred meters.
But the strange thing is that the person who dealt with this place didn't make a straight hole from top to bottom, but after leveling the building on the ground, he dug a hole from the entrance and extended it downwards. .
As you go down, the scale of the cave gradually expands... until the depth of more than 20 meters below the ground, the space reaches the maximum and the depth has reached the deepest.
Further down... you can see through the broken and collapsed floor that shines with azure light, and you can see the dry sewer at the bottom of the pit, which is full of dust and gravel.
"...looks like a subway exit."
Dove commented on the forum: "It must have a depth of at least two underground floors."
"Not two floors."
The words came from the delicious wind goose who quietly watched the live broadcast. He replied affirmatively: "It should be the fourth floor. When you just went down, I saw a remnant of the floor... If the height of each floor is the same, you should now On the fourth floor of the basement."
"Several floors are fine." Citalopram looked at the sewer with some hesitation, "The key is... Do you want to go down? There seems to be nothing here."
"... No one has used it for hundreds of years, are you still afraid of getting dirty?"
"No, I mean this sewer is too wide. It feels like you can even drive a car in it and catch shrimp."
Citalopram complained silently: "This familiar shape... makes me always feel that there may be four muscular turtles holding murder weapons coming out of it."
Dove comforted: "Don't worry, four green fur turtles are really going to jump out. Let's eat bouncing turtle soup for supper tonight..."
"I really don't want to go in, I always feel that there will be rats and cockroaches inside..."
Citalopram grumbled.
But that being said, after seeing Boface floating into the sewer, she could only helplessly follow up with a torch, and couldn't help complaining: "I haven't come in for so long, the air here is fine Is it? There won’t be any gas in the sewer that will explode if it sees a fire?”
"This is not a sealed environment... This place is completely connected to the ground, apologies to your chemistry teacher."
Si Anke complained.
Unlike the empty basement, which was completely dismantled into pieces, the sewers unexpectedly remained quite intact.
The sewers built by the elves look like huge blood vessels. Lead in all directions in the underground world.
The original waterway in the middle has completely dried up, leaving only a shallow dry sandy layer. On both sides of the sewer, there are dry and quiet protrusions that can walk around.
Although the sewer had been dry for a long time, everyone, including Boface who had turned into a ghost, still subconsciously walked along the edge of the sewer.
In order not to be stepped on unconsciously in the dark, Dove fell to the last place. Anyway, Chocolate's body has night vision, and it can move forward without citalopram's lighting.
She sniffed the air with a strange expression, tentatively rubbed the sand in the middle with her paw, and put it in front of her face to smell it.
Then her expression became more and more strange.
She stretched out her claws and dug the sand layer in the middle like digging a hole, and it turned out to be relatively moist soil.
She took another sample and sniffed it. Then he rubbed his paws on the ground with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Dove squatted on the spot and thought for a while, then suddenly sprinted to catch up with the crowd, jumped up lightly, and grabbed the pants engraved in front of her.
Then she jumped up twice, lying on Si Anke's shoulders, like a cat-shaped schoolbag.
Si Anke was taken aback by Dove's sudden move.
But Chocolate is not a small pet cat Dove uses her body, it is impossible to squat on Si Anke's body obediently.
Si Anke could only hug the cat awkwardly, feeling the weight of a bear child.
"What's wrong?"
He whispered to the serval cat in his arms, "Are you afraid of getting dirty?"
"no."
Dove meowed pretentiously, and calmly replied on the forum: "I checked the sand in the middle. There is no smell of greasy, excrement, or rot at all.
"This is a sewer, but there are no stains on the walls and ground at all... Isn't it strange?"
"Maybe it's because the time has passed so long that the stains have weathered?"
Si Anke followed Dove's gaze and looked down the sewer: "And after hundreds of years, it would be impossible for substances that emit a bad smell to exist."
"That would at least leave a mark."
Dove responded: "If nothing else, the soil will at least become fertile. But I didn't see any traces of the soil becoming fertile at all... Instead, I checked for traces of the curse.
"The curse has almost dissipated in the sand on the surface; but the curse can be felt very clearly in the deep moist soil. The concentration is close to the atmosphere of the curse when Annan held the ceremony in the warehouse before."
"... Then that's really weird."
Si An thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement with Dove's reasoning.
Citalopram in front also saw the conversation between the man and the cat. She paused and asked Boface directly, "Speaking of which, Boface... what is this sewer for?"
"...how could I know?"
Boface turned her head back, looked at citalopram dumbfounded, and asked in disbelief: "Do underage girls over there want to know this kind of knowledge?"
"Cultural differences."
Citalopram said confidently: "Is it normal to know some popular knowledge? And I don't even know what you call this pipeline."
"...Even if you say that, it's impossible for me to know."
Boface felt a little headache: "However, if it's just the degree of popularization... I still know that this is used to dispose of garbage."
"What rubbish? Poop?"
"Hey! How can you say such a dirty word!"
Boface was surprisingly not very good at dealing with this type of words.
She retorted with some embarrassment: "How can the excrement be discharged into the inlet pipe, the city would be too smelly!"
"...Where does the water here lead to?"
"Of course it's on the ground."
Boface replied confidently.