The match grazed the red phosphorus on one side of the box.
Tsssssss!
The small flame burned brightly, and when Kieran threw it into the pit filled with kerosene, the small flame burst into flames.
Thick smoke billowed into the sky like a huge dark cloud.
Herbert and Pierre were whispering to the dead.
Even the big guy was standing aside with a serious expression.
The fire burned for almost two hours.
When the fire died down, Kieran picked up the shovel beside him.
He didn't fill the pit, but he collected the bones that couldn't be burned and buried them again.
Maybe some beast with a keen sense of smell would dig them out.
But they had done their best.
Pierre, the big guy, and even Herbert, the elderly man, joined in the work of burying the bones. They worked until the sky turned dark.
"I swear I'll never eat Bisa Steak again!"
Pierre said solemnly as he rested beside the campfire and ate his rations.
"I think I won't eat ribs for a long time!
Although I've never really had one before. "
Kieran added with a smile.
Of course, the second half was said in his heart.
As for Caesar Steak?
Kieran had never tasted the delicacies of this dungeon world before.
However, Herbert explained to him from the side.
"Bisa Steak is a type of steak with bones, thick juices, and a lot of meat, especially the bright red gravy. People love to talk about it …"
"Ugh!
Herbert, please don't spoil my appetite! "
Before the old scholar could finish, Pierre looked like he was about to vomit.
Kieran looked like he couldn't stand it either.
After all, as Herbert explained, he once again thought of the bones in the pit.
Kieran quickly shook his head, throwing the thought out of his mind.
He didn't want to forget the beauty of food because of this.
So, he quickly changed the topic.
"Herbert, when do we start?"
Kieran asked.
"Immediately, of course!"
Herbert finished the dry food in his hand and stood up. He picked up the kerosene lamp beside him and walked towards the inner city that he had never been to before.
Kieran, Pierre, and the big fellow followed closely behind.
"According to the traditions of the Neegor Dynasty, the inner city is usually reserved for nobles, Knight, and other people with status. Commoners like merchants, no matter how rich they are, are not allowed to enter."
"In fact, the Neegor Dynasty has a very strict hierarchy. If a commoner wants to be promoted to a noble, there is almost no other possibility besides obtaining merits on the battlefield. And to obtain merits on the battlefield, one has to personally kill at least 30 enemies, and one must be a low-ranking officer!"
Herbert pointed at a terrain full of holes and said.
"This should be the inner city."
"They were supposed to be on the high ground, and they were already taller than the other civilian areas. But as time passed, they were buried in the dust and became part of the earth."
"Although I hate the destruction of antiques by gold diggers, I have to thank them for saving us some time."
Herbert picked up the kerosene lamp and walked into one of the holes.
This kind of selection was obviously not random.
When Kieran walked into the hole with the kerosene lamp in hand, he was even more certain of his thoughts.
After passing through a dusty steep slope and narrow walkway, a large flat area appeared. There was no need to bend over, and there was no feeling of suffocation. The underground space in front of him was far more spacious than he had imagined, and it was also ventilated.
"This must be a noble's mansion.
"The place we entered is his bedroom!"
Let's see what's in his study room! "
Herbert said as they walked.
His tone was unusually firm, as if the place before him was not a part of the ruins of a 1500-year-old city, but his own backyard.
He was very familiar with every part of the place.
Starting from the noble's mansion, Kieran had spent a whole week exploring Isogu City with Herbert, other than the necessary meals and breaks.
Of course, they were mainly listening to Herbert's explanations.
Kieran was just observing the surroundings and keeping an eye out for danger.
He knew himself best.
Kieran knew nothing about Isogu City or the Neegor Dynasty. If it were not for Herbert's explanations, he would not have been able to tell what he was looking at.
In Kieran's eyes, everything was the same.
It was all dirt and stones.
At most, he could make out some broken utensils.
As for the rest?
Kieran could not do anything about it.
Kieran was not sad about it though.
He knew his own level. If he had to be serious, even the gold diggers from the camp were more professional than he was.
Otherwise, he would not have followed Herbert so closely.
After all, Herbert was the real professional.
The continuous increase in the progress of the exploration on his retina was the best proof.
Although it wasn't as much as the 1% increase when he first entered Isogu City, the notifications of + 0.1% and + 0.2% popped up every time he followed Herbert around.
He was very satisfied when he saw that the exploration progress had reached 15%.
Another 5% and he would have completed his Main Mission.
However, as the progress notifications decreased over the past two days, Kieran understood that if he wanted to gain a large number of completion points in a short period of time, he would need to make a big discovery. He could not continue to follow those gold diggers and dig their own "holes".
In fact, Herbert had been doing that all the time.
Every time he left the 'cave' dug by the gold diggers, Herbert was recording something.
Kieran could not understand the records that were made up of lines and numbers.
However, Kieran knew that Herbert was trying to locate the possible location of the weapon.
And this was not an easy task.
If it had been easy, the guardians or the Night Race would have gotten their hands on it long ago.
That was why Kieran did not rush Herbert. He waited patiently.
Pierre did the same.
However, Pierre was waiting for the Night Race.
Within a week, Pierre had found what he thought would be useful in the gold diggers' camp: flintlock pistols, a lot of bullets, swords, and bundles of explosives.
The original purpose of the explosives was self-explanatory.
But now?
It was self-explanatory.
...
That night.
A bonfire was burning in the inner city of Isogu City. Everyone was stuffing their rations into their mouths.
Pierre was sorting through the weapons again.
Herbert was using the light from the bonfire to write something that only he or his students could understand.
Kieran was standing in the shadow of the bonfire, sizing up his surroundings.
It was a night watch, but also a preparation.
A day ago, he had felt the prying eyes on him.
It was not just once.
The malice contained within was as sharp as a sword.
"Can't wait?"
Kieran guessed.
The Night Race was much more impatient than he had expected.
However, this was good news.
That was the only way to prove that the monsters had not reached the point where they could act recklessly. They still had a sense of urgency.
Where did the urgency come from?
Maybe it was the guardians of Isogu City.
Or maybe it was some other enemy force.
Regardless of which it was, it was good news for Kieran, who was fighting on his own.
Soon, another piece of good news arrived.
Herbert, who was sitting beside the bonfire, stood up.
His face was tired, but his eyes were extremely bright.
The elderly scholar subtly signaled to Kieran and Pierre.
This was the promise they had made when they entered Isogu City after they had learned that the Night Race had extraordinary senses.
There was only one meaning to the gesture.
Found it!
They had found the weapon!
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