Sonia was completely devastated. The secrets of the Bellomont ruins are too exciting for a newcomer to archeology and mysticism like her. Not long after entering the ruins, her mental state became unstable. She only relied on scented tea and sleep to temporarily resist the impact of mystery on her sanity.
When she witnessed the astonishing horror and crazy scenes that were beyond the norm, and experienced the indescribable horror, she was finally crushed by the last straw and paid a heavy price for touching the taboo secret. If it weren't for the protection of the guardian contract, she would have become one of the unfortunate victims of the Larmore family, or she would have gone completely crazy under the immeasurable evil.
Griffith held her and ran wildly through the long passage, and tried to send a little psychic energy to her. This move indeed alleviated her symptoms, and the shield that only appeared in the near-death state began to disappear and dissipate.
At this time, Galadia returned from the passage in front and saw the critical situation of the two people and hurriedly came to help.
She was shocked by Sonia's condition and gave her some mind-stabilizing potions, but there was no obvious improvement.
"How could it be, how could it be so serious? What on earth did she see!
"But, strangely, with such a violent physiological reaction, the sanity should have completely collapsed. Some kind of force prevented Sonia's life from declining, and she seemed to be gradually getting better.
"She must rest! Quick, Griffith, there is a large space ahead, let's hide there."
…
The tunnel leads them into deep darkness. Gradually, a faint light appeared in front, and a roaring whirlwind came from there. They finally got rid of the pursuit of the unknown monster and appeared at the entrance of an open cave.
Fiona and Lana appeared in the mist. Fiona panicked and prayed for Sonia. Everyone's mood was suppressed by the ever-increasing hazy fog and oppressive silence.
They came to an extremely vast basin, with scattered vegetation, moss and fungi at their feet. Everyone looked up and found that the rock dome shrouding their heads was still shining with crystals and moss. Sharp and weird boulders surrounded them in the distance, reminding them that this place was still deep underground.
The regular contours and caves on the rocks present cubes and complex geometric shapes, which are increasingly strange in this ancient underground world. Griffith had seen some strange caves and outlines in the volcanoes to the east, but there were no traces of volcanoes here.
He discovered huge and majestic stone towers, ramparts, and even temple-like buildings in the light mist. At first he thought it was a mirage or some kind of optical illusion, but those thick, exaggerated boulder formations irrefutably filled the field of vision.
This is a huge maze-like city that stretches into darkness without any sign of becoming sparse. At the end of the line of sight, the faint outline of the city meets the edge of the rock face.
Under the Tulan Swamp, there is a huge world hidden in the deep caves. The Bellomont ruins that everyone investigated before were surprisingly only its remote suburbs.
The vast city and the shimmering light overhead seemed like the world above. The mist that surges from time to time above sometimes reveals a huge hole broken in the very high dome, above which is what seems to be a twinkling starry sky.
This is a relic lost in the long river of history. It is hidden deep underground, built of ancient boulders, and densely covered with strange-shaped buildings. Under the erosion of endless ancient times, the edges of these structures have been broken and rounded, but they still maintain a solid and hard structure.
The buildings here are made of huge slate or granite that is dark and deep. The buildings in the city vary in size. There are huge pyramid-shaped structures as tall as mountains, pyramid-shaped towers like fangs, and many scattered and independent honeycomb-like houses. They are built on rugged terrain, divided by ravines and cliffs.
The city's builders used a large number of arched bridges for connection, and arranged the place into an intricate, layered terrace structure with many horizontally veined stone ramps and inclines for ascending and descending.
The five people carefully went deep into the city and found that the biggest feature here was that it was as complex as a maze. The entire city is rising like a terrace, and each level will undergo strange and irregular changes. If the view behind was not wide enough, outsiders would definitely lose their way.
This city has countless interconnected houses and passages, and all the buildings are primitive and heavy, giving people a strange sense of oppression. The outline, arrangement, decoration and structure of these ancient stone buildings are completely different from the buildings of humans and elves, and are also different from the styles of the known civilized races such as orcs and trolls.
The long stone walls retain some undamaged carvings. The techniques are superb, the level of detail and complexity is astonishing, and even the animals and plants are rendered lifelike. From these ubiquitous mural carvings, one can vaguely read horrific and incomplete myths.
There are countless windows or holes in the walls of these buildings. The materials covering them must have weathered long ago, leaving only large open holes, like eyes, full of ominous and mysterious meaning.
In many places, buildings have completely collapsed into piles of ruins, and even bottomless cliffs and ravines appear from time to time.
The entire city was shrouded in hazy mist, with no reference points and no complete starry sky to determine its location.
The tall, cold stone houses, streets, and altar-like buildings are unsettling. There is a cold and cruel smell in the silence, as if all the creatures in the world are just ants crawling in front of the being dedicated to the altar.
The city is filled with buildings neither known nor imagined. The huge stone structures that are as dark as the night are stacked on top of each other like terraces, forming tall and magnificent temples and altars; in addition, there are many protruding strange structures, like sculptures of some kind of monster, but they have been corroded by time and cannot be seen. Clear the true face.
It is dry, cold and desolate, and despair is brewing in every corner. Griffith has never seen such an unpleasant city.
The creatures here seem so insignificant, as if even breathing loudly will disturb the sleeping ruins and release huge monsters.
…
The expedition team ran all the way, passing through tall buildings, and stopped at a place with a good view, ready to take a rest. There are some dry and clean solid stone houses on the dangerous cliffs. The fallen stone monuments and broken walls can be used as flat stone beds.
Fortunately, the five of them have now reunited and can rest properly and recover their strength before searching for a way out. If you encounter a monster again, you can still fight it as long as you are not overwhelmed by fear and ability as soon as you meet it.
Everyone arranged the order of alert and rest. Griffith came to take charge of the first round of alert, and the others rested as soon as possible.
Not long after, Galadia walked out of the lounge and caught Griffith inside. Sonia was still unconscious, with violent convulsions and convulsions from time to time.
"As soon as she left you, something was wrong~" Miss Elf said through gritted teeth, "I don't know why, but as soon as you get close, her aura and psychic energy ripples will stabilize.
"Your characteristics may be helpful to her. Stay here with her, and I will be responsible for the first round of security."
Griffith was frightened by these words. He wanted to say a few words, but didn't know where to start. The elf girl came to him, looked into his eyes, and threatened with her teeth and claws:
"Don't bully her!"
…
I don't know how long it took, but Griffith suddenly woke up from his sleep. He was completely unconscious and fell into an extremely deep sleep.
He slept drowsily on the flat stone monument, looking at the unfamiliar roof. Looking down, he found breastplates, helmets and weapons neatly stacked in the corner. The cloak and coat were cushioned under him, and the tired comfort made him want to sleep for a while longer.
However, a distant and inexplicably familiar voice seemed to be calling him. Somehow, he seemed destined to come here.
what is it then? Is there something hidden in those towering altars and ancient steeple-like buildings?
Griffith squirmed and tried to sit up, but found that he could not move his right hand.
Sonia lay beside him, holding his arms like a koala. The hunting jacket covered him, and the silk scarf on the collar of the thin white shirt was missing. The white and plump arcs were pressing tightly on his arms without any obstruction, rubbing and squeezing with the slightest movement.
Her long, silky golden hair was spread over her shoulders and cheeks, rising and falling with the gentle snoring. The graceful curves made Yingying's waist slimmer, and curved up along the tight leather pants in a peach-like round arc, grabbing his eyes and making him unable to look away.
Griffith struggled to get up, and the slight movement made Sonia hug him tighter. His knee-high boots rubbed gently, spreading an unsettling breath in his hot and gentle panting.
Earl, I understand, I understand you!
Griffith took great care to let go of Sonia's hand and let her sleepy body lie down on her own. He hurried out of the stone house and looked around.
You have to hurry up and explain quickly, if it's still too late...
Galadia sat alone on the edge of a cliff not far away, tearing off small petals from nowhere. She saw Griffith coming, her hand froze on the last petal of the little flower, and she threw the little flower away with a look of despair.
"What's wrong?" Griffith came to sit down next to the elf and asked cautiously.
"nothing."
"real?"
"real."
It is unbelievable for a girl to say such nonsense with such an expression, so Griffith immediately asked again.
"real?"
"Are you so happy~" the elf said faintly, "Sonia has such a good figure, hum!"
Ah, this.
"How does it feel to sleep on a stone tablet? Are you particularly envious of the count and want to learn from him?"
"No, no, no, no!"
Galadia hugged her legs, rested her head on her knees, and looked at him with emotionless eyes: "I'm really happy with the Toral system~ The agreement was just to select some future knights and officers from the Young Guards. It is completely different from the executive candidate, but it is completely different in practice. Even the son-in-law can arrange it together, you humans are the smartest!"
Someone, someone, help me! How do I explain this?
"So, do you actually like plump girls?" The elf changed the topic and asked an unexpected question.
"Huh? Where to start!"
"Ophelia, Kurala, Mira, Nona, although I don't know what you two perverts are talking about, but if you think about it carefully, their ranking...could it be based on size?"
ah--! It's over! The secret code has been discovered! This can also be guessed!
Griffith screamed inwardly, not knowing what to do and having no explanation at all. Galadia looked at him sideways, her eyes tired and lonely, and said disappointedly: "I'm so tired."
Upon hearing this, Griffith suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a brilliant idea.
He sat up calmly and patted his legs.
Galadia looked at him in surprise, then at her legs without armor: "What? You don't want me to sit on you, do you? That's a beautiful idea~"
",,!"
Griffith raised his chin, and the dim light left a sharp shadow outline on his resolute profile. He squinted at Miss Elf arrogantly and domineeringly, and at the same time raised his right hand and squeezed it.
"Do you want to arm-wrestle with me?"
",,!"
Are you, girl, stupid? Griffith slapped his legs twice more with his hand.
"You don't want me to rest on your lap, do you?" Galadia almost jumped up.
",YES!"
This sudden expansion frightened the girl: "You don't want me to rest on your lap and stroke my hair!? Ah, let go!"
", YES! Luxuriate! YES!"
Soon after that, Griffith reached out and grabbed the elf who was trying to escape, brought her over, pinched the back of her neck and pressed her on his legs.
"Let me go, ah, let go!" Galadia struggled desperately while being held down, scratching his face with her hands, and rolling her head on his lap, "I'm calling someone, I'm calling someone !”
"Hoho, are you calling everyone to see this unbearable sight?" Griffith smiled like a villain, pinched the back of the girl's neck hard, and licked her thick black hair, "Everyone. If you fall asleep, just scream until your throat breaks! No one will come back to save you."
The suppression of power is so easy to use.
After a brief but futile struggle, Galadia, who was unable to break free, gradually settled down and rested obediently on the would-be knight's lap, closing her eyes and letting out a reluctant whine.
"Are you crazy? It's not allowed, ah~"
Griffith's generous palm pinched the back of Galadia's neck, kneaded her head in the waterfall-like long black straight hair, and gently scratched along the roots of the hair.
The underage elf struggled and resisted from time to time. She felt ashamed at first, but gradually came to like this feeling.
"Well, it's so comfortable. Move up a little... Well, that's it. Ah... just use a little more force~"
Griffith let go of the back of his neck and kneaded his hair with his fingers a little harder. The elf on his lap curled up and twitched, covering his mouth and letting out a soft hum: "Pinch again, neck. "
…
Galadia's hair was smooth and she leaned on Griffith's shoulder with a gentle face. She thought the ground was too cold, so she asked the would-be knight to sit upright like an armchair. She even patted and squeezed his shoulders to adjust the angle of his arms.
"If it were normal times, this would definitely not be allowed! Don't touch it with your hands."
"Yes, yes." The chair nodded repeatedly.
"In special circumstances, I can't ask for too much, so I'll just make do with it." Galadia sat on Griffith's lap, rested her head on his shoulder, and twisted, it felt pretty good, "As your labor As a reward, let me tell you some little secrets.
"This is the secret about why the noble family of Beyelan is obsessed with archeology and history..."
