<h4>Chapter 324: Curse-filled Sewers</h4>


    The traces of the Silverstone Curse Shaft’s existence had beenpletely erased.


    No one would be able to notice that there used to be a “power station” that the elves depended on to survive above this massive pit.


    For the other buildings, only the part above the ground was demolished. Except for the curse shaft, not even a single piece of gravel was left, with the part below the groundpletely gone.


    The pit was like a crater, with a diameter of hundreds of meters.


    What was strange was how the ce was handled. Instead of a vertical pit, they dug a hole from the entrance, which extended diagonally after leveling the building on top.


    The deeper it was, the bigger the pit. Finally, it reached its maximum space and depth at more than 20 meters below the ground.


    Whaty further down was the copsed floor shining with azure blue brilliance. Then, there were the dry and dusty sewers upied by rubbles at the bottom of the pit.


    “…This ce looks like a subway exit.” Dovemented on the forum, “I’m guessing the depth should be at least two floors underground.”


    “Maybe more than 2 floors.” Delicious Wind Goose, who watched the live stream, blurted affirmatively, “I think the depth of this pit can fit even up to 4 floors underground. When you first went down, I saw a dested floor. If the height of each floor is the same, you should be on the 4th floor now.”


    “It doesn’t matter how many floors are there,” Citalopram looked at the sewer hesitantly. “The question is… are we going down? There doesn’t seem to be anything here.”


    “No one has used this ce for hundreds of years. Are you still afraid of getting dirty?”


    “No, I mean the sewers are too wide. It feels like you can even drive a car into it.”


    Citalopramined silently, “Under this familiar setting, I have a hunch that four muscled turtles with murderous weapons wille out from them.”


    Doveforted, “Don’t worry. If four green turtles really came out, we will be having turtle soup for supper tonight.”


    [TN: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles reference. *link*]


    “I really don’t want to go in. I feel like there will be mice and cockroaches in there…” Citalopram grumbled.


    Despite saying so, she could only helplessly hold the torch to keep up after seeing Boffis floating into the sewer. She couldn’t help butin, “This ce has been unvisited for so long. Is the air here okay? There won’t be any gas in this sewer that would explode when it meets fire, right?”


    “This is not a sealed environment. Also, this ce is connected to the ground. That’s a wrong guess. Quickly go and apologize to your chemistry teacher.” Suuankou retorted.


    Unlike the empty basement, which waspletely torn to pieces, the sewers were surprisingly well preserved.


    The sewers built by the elves look like massive blood vessels, connecting in all directions in the underground world.


    The original waterway in the middle was utterly dried up, leaving only a shallowyer of dry sand. There were raised terrains on both sides of the sewer that served as a path for the group to walk on.


    Although the sewers had been dry for a long time, everyone, including the Ghost Boffis, moved along the sides of the waterway subconsciously.


    Dove walked at the end of the group because she didn’t want anyone to step on her feet by ident. Chocte’s body, which she possessed, had night vision anyway. She could move forward normally without Citalopram’s torch.


    She sniffed the air with a strange expression, rubbed the sand in the middle with her paws tentatively, and put it in front of her face to smell it.


    Then, her face was filled with doubt.


    She reached out her ws and dug into the sandyer in the middle like digging a pit. They are really damp soil.


    She took another sample and smelled it. Then, she rubbed her paws on the ground with a thoughtful expression.


    Dove squatted on the spot and thought for a while, then suddenly ran to catch up with the crowd. She hopped forward and grabbed Suuankou in front of her.


    Then, she scrambled her feet, lying on Suuankou’s shoulders like a cat-shaped school bag.


    Suuankou was taken aback.


    Unfortunately, Chocte’s physique wasn’t a small pet cat. The body couldn’t fit on Suuankou’s back.


    Suuankou could only hug the cat awkwardly, burdened by the heavy weight of this spoiled child.


    “What’s wrong?” He whispered to the serval in his arms, “Are you afraid of getting dirty?”


    “—No.”


    Dove meowed and replied calmly on the forum, “I checked the sand in the waterway. There is no smell of grease, excrement, and rot.


    “This is a sewer, but no stains can be seen on the walls and floors. Isn’t it strange?”


    “Maybe it’s because the stain has weathered over time?” Suuankou followed Dove’s gaze and looked at the sewer: “After hundreds of years, it is impossible for substances that emit odors to exist.”


    “That would at least leave some traces.” Dove responded, “At the very least, the soil will be fertile. But, I didn’t see any traces of the soil bing fertile. Instead, I detected the traces of the curse.


    “For the sand on the surface, the curse has almost dissipated. However, the curse is evident in the deeperyer of moist soil. The concentration is close to the curse level when Annan held a ritual in the warehouse.”


    “…That’s weird.” Suuankou thought for a while and nodded in agreement with Dove’s reasoning.


    Citalopram in front also saw the conversation between the human and the cat. She paused and asked Boffis directly, “Boffis, what is this sewer for?”


    “How could I possibly know?” Boffis turned around, stared at Citalopram in a stunned manner, and asked in disbelief, “Do underage girls on your time need to know this kind of knowledge?”


    “Cultural differences.” Citalopram said confidently, “Isn’t it normal to learn moremon knowledge? I don’t even know what this tunnel is called.”


    “Even if you say that, I still don’t know about this ce.” Boffis was bothered, “But if you’re speaking at the level ofmon knowledge, of course, I know this ce is used to treat the waste.”


    “What kind of waste? Feces?”


    “—Hey! How can you say such dirty words!?” Boffis was surprisingly not very good at dealing with this type of word.


    She embarrassedly retorted, “How can the feces be discharged into these pipes? The city will stink a lot!”


    “Where does the water here lead to?”


    “Of course, it’s leading to the ground surface,” Boffis replied confidently.