This is a dim world. After Selu forgot about the unpleasantness during the descent, she gradually discovered that this world actually has beautiful places.
On the high dome of Dark Star City, there are cone-shaped stalactites, and there are dots of fluorescence on the stalactites.
The scene reminded Schliemann of his own world, a world where stars filled the night sky.
Mersin said that this is the light emitted by fluorescent mushrooms growing on stalactites. There are countless types of mushrooms like this here.
Selu, who is keen on tinkering with bottles and jars, is already a recognized witch on the ship. When the crew members jokingly called out this nickname, Selu did not feel offended, but felt that it was a recognition of her own expertise.
Now, the witch is squatting in front of a mushroom that is bigger than her face, trying to reach out and touch it.
"Don't touch it! It will itch wherever you touch it! It's useless even if you scratch the skin, you won't get better in three days!"
"Wow! There is such a good thing!"
Selu's pause only lasted half a second, and she reached out and grabbed it.
Mersin quickly grabbed Selu's arm and trembled, anxiously trying to find some water around to wash it off.
After seeing that Sailu was not itching at all, she was stunned.
"How come... nothing happened to you?"
"It was a little itchy when I scratched it, but now I'm fine."
Mersin thought she had mistakenly identified the mushroom. After looking left and right, she looked at Selu's black hands with disbelief.
"Come here, touch that..."
Mersin pointed to a bright red mushroom not far away and said.
Sailu walked over there, stretched out her index finger and touched the mushroom, then grabbed it after seeing that there was no danger.
"Well...it hurts a little. This pain is a bit burning."
Selu took out a small bottle from the satchel she was carrying, broke off a piece of mushroom and put it in it.
Mersin was dumbfounded by this nonchalant collection. She once saw someone walking on the roadside, who went into shock just because his exposed calf rubbed one of these mushrooms.
Mersin didn't think his ability to identify mushrooms was very weak. Is it possible to admit his mistake twice in a row?
Just when she was about to doubt the basic survival knowledge of the past twenty years, Schliemann's scream explained to her.
She was right. What was special was Selu's strangely dark hands.
"Wow! Is this damn thing poisonous?!"
Schliemann clenched his wrist and stretched out his fingers, big beads of sweat hanging on his forehead.
"Hurry up and pee!"
Mersin quickly spoke out the emergency plan, and Schliemann hurriedly turned around and took off his belt.
There was another scream, and Schliemann fell directly to the ground, rolling back and forth.
"what happened again?"
"Can't this hand touch other places?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense..."
Schliemann huddled up and covered his crotch with his hands.
"Now what?"
"Didn't I tell you? Use urine to flush!"
Ten minutes later, Schliemann followed the crowd with a strange walking posture.
"Hey! How long will it continue to hurt?"
"No more than twenty minutes, that's quick."
Mersin's cave is on the edge of the lower city of Dark Star City. There are only a few torches here, it is dark and shabby.
Schliemann felt that the urban structure of this place was like an ant nest, a three-dimensional city connected by tunnels extending in all directions as streets.
The few people who pushed the door in followed Mersin and gathered around a water tank to drink cold water until they were all satisfied.
"You guys rest first and I'll go get you something to eat!"
"Let's go with you! I just want to get familiar with your Dark Star City."
"Then you have to be obedient."
On both sides of the huge tunnel are several shops, clothing stores, grocery stores, and even taverns.
To inquire about the news, there was no place more suitable than a bar. Schliemann wanted to ask Mersin for a few copper coins to go in and sit down.
Mersin's reaction was very embarrassing. Judging from her excuses, Schliemann understood that this girl had little money.
The sudden sound of neat footsteps made Walter stop. His sensitivity to danger was the highest among the group. He pressed the hilt of his sword and stopped to look back.
It was a group of people wearing black robes, wearing black crowns, and walking forward with their hands on the swords at their waists. Pedestrians gave way and vendors quickly put away their things.
"Stand aside and lower your head."
The steps of this group of people were surprisingly consistent, and the whole street shook with the footsteps.
Schliemann looked up at the backs of the group of people and asked in a low voice about their identities. Mersin shuddered and looked frightened.
"This is the teaching army."
"The Teaching Army? What kind of religion is yours?"
"The Darkborn Cult was called the Sun Cult a long time ago."
"What?!"
Apton could not believe that in such a dark place, the moderate Sun God Church had turned into a paranoid ruling class.
"You heard it right, we have never seen the sun, but we worshiped it as a god. Later, we forgot what the sun looked like, and even changed our beliefs."
"If you see it, you won't be regarded as a god."
Schliemann patted Mershin on the shoulder and motioned for her to continue shopping.
There were two customers in Borg's shop. Mersin waved his hand from a distance and waited for Borg to finish serving them.
"hey-hey!"
Borg looked at Schliemann and his group and sighed.
"If there's something wrong, tell me."
"What else can you do here? Twenty black mushroom pancakes and three pounds of roasted worm meat."
Borg started busy packing, mumbling.
"Don't mess around with Mersin, find a good family while you're young..."
This time Mersin didn't say anything back. He stared at the bugskin bag handed over by Berg, grabbed it, and ran away.
"I'll give it on credit first! I'll pay you back later!"
By the time the group of people reacted, Mersin had already run out for more than 20 meters. Borg chased him out and almost caught Selu, who finally realized what was going on.
Twenty minutes later, several people were eating in Mersin's cave.
Selu was the first to speak. She didn't know Schliemann's plan and couldn't hold her breath anymore.
"Mersin, is there a market in Dark Star City... If not, I'll set up a street stall or something first? It's not like we rely on robbing..."
Schliemann picked up a piece of insect meat and put it in his mouth to chew. He found that the taste was not bad, and it was also dry. It was the same as the black mushroom cake, making it very suitable for supplies during the voyage.
"Don't worry, Mersin will take us out later and walk around the whole city. We will take action after we understand the target's situation."
"Who is the target?"
"Whoever has money is the target! Mersin, who among you is rich?"
Mersin licked his fingers: "Rich people? The clergy in the upper city are rich, and then there are the businessmen who run transportation on the underground river. They are also rich."
Schliemann nodded and said, "Businessmen can cooperate and help transport supplies. You can go and have a look."
