The intelligence dealer opened his eyes, and all memories shattered in an instant. Countless messages, countless idle chats, discarding the irrelevant parts, a story emerged in his mind.
Changing shifts, the fiercely burning black water, a miracle... or perhaps the explosive eruption of black water.
"Military operation... Recently, there has been a massive military operation in the north."
The intelligence dealer asserted.
The Priest asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"
"Half conjecture, half deduction. After all, we are just rats, barely surviving outside the Lower City District."
The Priest looked at him, then stood up.
"I will come back."
The intelligence dealer smiled as he saw him off, "Welcome! We like wealthy customers like you."
...
The underground world was dark and damp, with a stench that assaulted the senses, as if corpses were scattered throughout these unseen corners.
