Chapter 616 - Thats Great (1/2)

Chapter 616 That’s Great

The city of Ten Thousand Stones Abyss was underground.

So there was a downward spiraling staircase at the edge of the precipice. It was at least three hundred meters high.

From above, because the midday sun didn’t go toward it, it looked dark down there and one could perceive a faint, murmuring wind.

People with a fear of heights would probably get weak in the knees when they saw this staircase.

And next to it, there was a large spiral slide that was used to transport cargo.

The entire cart was loaded in a specially made large runestone crate, almost half as big as a s.h.i.+pping container.

While loading, a soldier stole a few pieces of beef jerky, which, in the Netherworld, only true n.o.bles could afford to eat, and if they sold them, they could get a lot of grains.

In reality, Roland and Schuck both saw the soldier’s petty move, but both ignored it.

It was just beef jerky, which wasn’t anything expensive to them.

The main purpose of this trip was to acquire information about the True Ancestor of the vampires and deal with her; the business was just a cover.

The runestone box was put on the slide… then the box slid down on its own.

The captain smiled and said, “Don’t worry, it won’t break. There is a special magic array on the stone box, it will slow down by itself when it almost reaches the ground. This is your number plate. When the time comes, collect your things with it.”

“The box can be used to carry people, too, right?” asked Roland.

“Yes, it can.” The captain nodded. “But the human spirit is so chaotic that it occasionally affects the magic arrays on the stone box, making them ineffective so they fall without slowing down, and the person ends up as mush. After a few times, it was forbidden for anything with mental power to enter the box.”

That explains a lot!

Stuffing a silver coin at this captain, instead of taking the spiral staircase directly, Roland cast Feather Landing on everyone and jumped straight down.

Mages like Roland, who were already used to flying and floating, were fine, and Schuck had the Wings of Light and often rode around on his little dragoness, so he was used to heights as well.

But Li Lin, Raffel, and Brazil were scared out of their wits and broke out in a cold sweat.

The feeling of knowing that they were not going to fall to their deaths, but that they were ten thousand feet in the air and that they were slowly falling, was a fear that the average person would have a hard time overcoming when they first experienced it.

As they descended, they also saw many people slowly making their way down there on the steps.

Some were holding onto the handrails, gasping from exhaustion.

It was quite physically demanding to go down from high up. These people looked enviously at Roland and the others.

After four minutes of floating, the five finally landed on the ground.

Roland and Shuck were both fine and jumped lightly a few times to loosen up after they landed on the ground.

Li Lin and the others were sitting paralyzed on the ground.

It was a large square. The brown rocky ground was flat and cold as if the unique vicissitudes and indifference of the Netherworld permeated through.

Quite a few people were pa.s.sing through the square, of all races, who simply looked at Roland and the others and walked away again in a hurry. Roland went to the side and fetched his goods, which then immediately attracted the attention of many people by the square.

Since this was a path that had to be crossed to enter the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss, many people guarded this place to see if there was any chance of making money.

The new clothes on Roland’s crate, as well as emergency rations such as jerky, immediately attracted all the interested parties. These things were hard currency in the Netherworld.

Immediately, a gnome came over. He was only as tall as Roland’s knee, with a big head and a small body, looking rather comical.

“Foreign merchants, may I ask if your goods are for sale now?” The gnome’s voice was shrill, a bit like a child’s. “I have a wide range of contacts here, and with my help, your goods could fetch a rather high price.”

“I want to sell these to the True Ancestor of the vampires, can you do it?” “Her Majesty?” The gnome froze for a moment, then screamed, “You fool, the queen can teleport, she doesn’t lack new clothes at all. She can go to the main plane whenever she wants and return whenever she wants-as easy as going to the toilet. What does she need that she doesn’t have? To sell it to Her Majesty, are you not a fool?” “Then Her Majesty’s maids?” Roland pretended to look lost.

“That would work.” The gnome nodded. “By the way, you can call me Ragnar. Everyone else calls me Remarkable Ragnar. What is your name, my friend?”.

“Roland.”