Amy asked back, but Canis didn�t answer.

Arin confirmed that the time had come and announced it on the Spirit Channel.

-Sorry.�I�m closing the channel because I want to save my sanity.�Even if I connect again in the future, I won�t panic anymore.

Telepathy is also magic, so it consumes mental power.�In particular, the way information was exchanged in real time through channels constantly gnawed at the mind like a fire wall.

As the mental channel closed, Amy looked straight ahead.�As my hearing opened, the cry of the railroad filled my eardrums.

The trolley disappeared into the darkness of the cave.

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The destination was an underground city.

Although it lacks a schematic style, the tunnel split like an anthill and the open space expanded at each junction of the tunnel was an amazing result of coexistence with nature.

Amy went back to being a tourist and looked around.�Her heart fluttered for a moment, and her eyes shook with embarrassment.

Kergo�s life was far removed from the landscape.�Everyone was hungry and very skinny.�It was more unexpected than when I heard that Kergoin was hostile to his outsiders.

Elderly people like war refugees moved along the tunnel.�The elderly, who could not walk, leaned against the earthen walls and closed their eyes while holding the children entrusted to them.

It was as if I could hear the screams of the dreary landscape.�This is an ant nest.�And they were ants.

Elderly people carrying heavy burdens took an impossible step forward, and in the corner, stooped old women weaved tree bark to make a colander.

�Is this really Kergo Autonomous Region?�

There was no one to answer Amy�s question.�The expectation that the tribe owned expensive real estate called historical sites was wrong.

Kanis felt a nameless rage and grabbed Arin�s shoulder.�Her shoulders were also shaking.�He remembers life in Radum, the city�s hell.

They both knew that starvation was the most terrible pain in the world.�so that����They were the most suffering people in the world.

�Hey, come this way.�

The native driver of the trolley motioned for them to come.�It was clear that he did not want to show the current scene to outsiders.

After passing through a road that curves like a torrent, the place we arrived at was a blocked tunnel.�A single torch hung on the wall illuminated the surroundings.

Amy looked back on the way she had come.�She took a detour for a long distance, so if there was a commotion here, she seemed oblivious to the outside.

The native took Amy and her party in front of a man.

The man with his arms crossed and his mouth tightly closed seemed to match his imagination, as if claiming that this was the real Kergoin.

His upper body muscles are more developed than Rian�s, and he has black tattoos on his face.�In both ears, she wore earrings made from the fangs of a beast.

When Jis spoke to him, he introduced himself as Mahatu.

When Amy heard that she was a descendant of a warrior the other day, she remembered that there was a pronunciation for mahatu.

Mahatu, whose name was a warrior, was also a warrior in reality.

�Uh, so, this guy�s name is Mahatu.�They say he�s the one who grows loops and supplies them to the temple.�

Amy guessed that the black tattoo was the color of those who manage the loop.�If white is the one who performs the ceremony, then black is the one who prepares the ceremony. JrNovels.com