Chapter 153

Luge glanced at the distant Apprentice Seeker and said, "Lord Green, could the things on this Cave Wall be a kind of writing?"

Green's figure suddenly paused; he successfully caught a rare protrusion on the Cave Wall, halting his descent, seemingly wanting to study those blood-colored Patterns. On Luge's side, there was no good foothold, and he couldn't be bothered to try using Freezing Ray again. The distance between the two began to widen.

"Until we meet again, Mr. Luge."

Green's voice came from above.

Luge pursed his lips, actively dispersed the Light Spell in his hand, and began accelerating his descent in the darkness.

In this unknown Environment, perhaps the best choice was for the two to descend separately; actively dispersing the Light Spell was also to avoid becoming a conspicuous target too early.

Never feeling the sensation of Solid Ground, Luge took out a Dagger from his stockpiled supplies and threw it forcefully downward.

When Luge left Burning Blood City, he had replenished his supplies once more, but this casually retrieved Dagger seemed to be from a Starry Sky City one.

Just as Luge couldn't help but want to sigh again at the depth Here, a sound of the Dagger hitting the ground finally came from Below, only that sound didn't sound very crisp.

He looked toward his feet.

As the distance continuously closed, one could faintly see that the Cave bottom seemed to have some layered stacked things, and no moving figures were seen.

The Dagger had the Secret Technique Mark he left; it was right there Below now.

Crack!

Luge let out a Long Breath; the feeling of Solid Ground really is not bad.

Those layered stacked things were some piled white bones.

He pulled his legs out of the bone pile, groped to retrieve the Dagger, and waited quietly in place. Not to wait for Green above, but to see if the noise he made would attract anything.

After a good while, hearing no strange sounds, he finally Cast a Spell again, releasing a stronger Light Spell.

"Haha! I won, I won."

A loud laugh rang out in the distance, followed by another voice's low curse.

"Quick, quick, give it to me, you old thing! Don't think about welshing!"

The two voices started arguing.

Luge gripped the Dagger tight, looking at the two figures squatting in the distance, and slowly retreated.

Under the Light Spell's illumination, two figures in tattered rags were revealed in every detail; one had obvious Bloodline Transformation Features externally displayed, the other had a pair of Blood Red Eyes shining in anger.

"You Burning Blood City fellows are always this vulgar and shameless!" the Blood Red Eyed elder cursed loudly.

"Don't pretend to be some Blood Race gentleman with me; the number of times you've reneged is even more than mine." The other old man said, shaking his ugly, scale-mottled head.

"That was just sophistry; this time is different. This time I guessed every single Step correctly, from him throwing things to Scout, to standing still, then the first Spell Cast was Light Spell, every step! Every single Step! Fundamentally there is no room for quibbling; it's just that I won, the first time in decades, an undeniable win." The Red Eyed old man's eyes excitedly emitted red light.

While staying on guard, Luge looked toward the direction behind them; there was a Spacious Passage leading into the distance.

In this quiet Environment, these two's voices were enough to reach above as well.

Green must have heard by now, Luge thought.

The elder with externally displayed Transformation Features, hearing this, angrily glanced toward Luge's side.

Luge just watched silently from the side; besides a Passage in the direction where those two elders were, this strange Place really had nowhere else to go.

"Fine, count this as you winning once!" The elder with externally displayed Transformation Features finally relented.

"You shameless fellow, your Bloodline is absolutely some kind of Sub-Dragon Beast that is both greedy and foolish..." The Blood Red Eyed old man muttered.

At the same time, Luge noticed a blood-colored Small Stone was thrown over by that elder with externally displayed Transformation Features; the Blood Eyed old man hurriedly caught it and also stopped the incessant chatter in his mouth. He was seen turning the blood-colored Small Stone over and over in his hand, Observing, seemingly verifying authenticity, then without Hesitation threw it into his own Mouth.

"Kid, got any Good Things hidden on you? Quick, take them out and share with us."

That scale-mottled old man glanced at the Blood Race old man currently wearing a look of full enjoyment, then turned to look at Luge with a Serious face.

Along with his words, that Blood Race elder enjoying with eyes closed Opened Eyes, and together looked over.

The two's fierce gazes stared dead at the Kobold.

Luge sized up the two thin, withered Black Prison old seniors, looking at their fierce, murderous gazes, faintly feeling something was off.

From the moment these two started disputing just now, their Spiritual Power Fluctuations have been constant, already to the point of not concealing it at all, just as if deliberately letting him, this bystander, feel it.

"You two, I really do have a Little something hidden," Luge said, Smiling as he stepped forward slowly, "But my Spirituality tells me you two seem very weak, weak to the point of having No Strength to come share the treasures I brought."

"For example, this Small Thing."

Luge put his hand into his Clothing, Pretending to grope at his waist, and soon took out a flat Small Wine Bottle.

The two elders' expressions just changed, then were attracted by the wine bottle in his hand that Seemingly flat, but actually slightly curved.

Right in front of the two elders, he Lightly twisted off the bottle stopper, first Smiled, the wine fragrance dispersed as he shook it, then brought it to his Lips and took a small sip.

The two elders' eyes instantly widened.

Luge felt both their gazes focused on his rolling throat.

The two elders turned heads to look at each other, seemingly making some determination in an Instant.

When they looked over again, their gazes had become exceptionally resolute.

Luge Smiled watching, taking it all in.

Between the two elders, a Hidden Spell Wave just surged up, when a Small Wine Bottle came rolling flying over; the just ignited fighting spirit and surging Spell Wave were instantly extinguished.

"You two interested in chatting about Here?" Luge said, Walking Out of the bone pile.

The two elders together gripped the wine bottle, looking toward the Kobold who walked to the side.

"Of Course, I won't take your wine for nothing." The old Blood Race said.

"Hmph, don't think you're Powerful; you stay Here for some days, you'll be even weaker than us," The elder with externally displayed Transformation Features said with a hehe laugh, "Don't believe me? You can carefully sense it; don't use Spells, young man, that will disturb your perception, use your heart to sense... you'll discover your Spiritual Power is continuously draining. Here, even without using Spells, Every Day you still have to spend time Meditating to Recover Spiritual Power."

The Blood Race elder also nodded at the side, simultaneously holding the Small Wine Bottle at his nose tip and lightly sniffing through the stopper.

Luge calmed his mind and silently sensed; indeed it was as the elder said, but perhaps because he just arrived Here, and also seemingly because his Spiritual Power is sufficiently condensed, in short the drain is very weak, and his own naturally recovered Spiritual Power is enough to compensate for the drained portion.

"And this is still for people with good talent; some with bad talent or Spiritual Power Space with past trauma, plus staying Here long making the whole person's state deteriorate, gradually most time has to be used to Recover Spiritual Power, even income doesn't cover expenditure..." The elder with externally displayed Transformation Features said slowly.

Luge listened, for One Time feeling very novel; he had never thought there would be This Kind of Place.

Unknown when Spiritual Power is exhausted, and cannot be replenished in time, and still has to be continuously forcibly consumed, what those people would become.

Crack!

Green, wearing a smile, dropped down from above, crushing a pile of white bones underfoot.

(Chapter End)