114 She Enters the Dungeon (2/2)

”What do you mean, Sir Diplomat?” Christian's face grew stern.

If this pig was going to try and take advantage of Jasmine....then negotiations might break down very quickly. After all, Jasmine was the kingdom's greatest wizard. She was not someone that would allow such a thing. It was more likely that she would beat the man's brains out.

”Not meaning any disrespect, of course.” The Pig-lomat replied, delicately. ”It's just that one of our past kings once caught a servant boy with his queen. Since then, all men aside from the current royal family are banished from within the castle. even the soldiers barracks have been moved outside the castle gates. Since then, everything within the castle, from guarding to cleaning, has been done by women.”

”Is that so?” Christian asked. ”How convenient.” All the time, he was internally sweating. 'This is not good! She's gonna blow her top!' Christian glanced over at Jasmine, whose smiling face seemed like the buddha's mask on an asura.

”How interesting...” was all that she said, in a bemused voice. Her gloved hands poised delicately under her chin, as she leaned forward a bit.

'Oh no...her rage is approaching dangerous levels!' Christian silently said a prayer for the soon to be dead porcine aristocrat. But, strangely enough, Jasmine did not explode this time.

”And, if I should apply to enter the castle, then?” She asked.

”By all means, you would definitely be allowed passage.” The pudgy man nodded, handing her a plaque with an elaborate seal pressed upon it. ”Just show this plaque to the guards at the gates.”

Jasmine glanced at the plaque. It seemed rather obvious that this might very well be a trap. Then she noticed something about the seal. She smiled as she accepted the plaque from the diplomat's pudgy hands.

”Thank you very much for your help.” She smiled brilliantly.

Christian could only offer up a prayer for the foolish stuck up pigs that decided to invite a wolf into their home of brick.

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”Ugh! Not another one!” Chelsea frowned, as the webs before then gathered themselves together quickly, rolling in upon themselves until out popped a colorless, clear slime.

”When are we going to run into any of those cave boars!?” Chelsea groaned, as she used her water magic to extract the water content from the slime, instantly turning it into nothing more than a pile of dust.

”Hmm? Isn't it obvious? they were terrified by Sir Drago. I have no doubt that we won't run into one until we reach the lower levels.” Robin pointed out. A frightened person wouldnever hide behind an open door. Instead, they would run as far as they could from the terrifying person.

Chelsea sighed. ”But, we've been all over the third level, and there's no sign of a way down !”

”Hush. We're probably just missing something.” Robin replied. ”There's no way a cave boar as big as Old Boulder can just up and vanish into thin air! There's gotta be a way down from here: a large way down. Let's look again.”

They once more looked around the cleared out third floor.

It's no use!” Chelsea sighed. ”The only thing we found was this piece of wall made from ancient stone bricks. But, It's completely solid. There's no chance of it being the stairway entrance.”

”Hmmn...” Robin wasn't giving up just yet. She stared thoughtfully at the stone wall, walking back and forth in front of it.

”There's got to be a way down. The only way that we can't find it is if it's got a hidden entrance, or...it was blocked off by something...” Robin looked around.

Oddly enough, her eyes were drawn to a nearby wall. While the walls were all naturally damp due to the aid of the prior rainstorm seeping down through the ground, not all the walls were as dark as this one. As opposed to a somewhat shiny dark grey green, this wall was somewhat closer to the color of obsidian.

Robin's eyes followed the dark color up the wall to the ceiling, where they paused.

”Um...I think I found the reason why we can't find the entrance, people.” Robin suddenly said. Everyone looked up, following Robin's eyes to stare at the ceiling.

”No way!”

”Is that even possible!?”