Pillar of Yita

But at this moment, Miss Tata suddenly appeared in front of him.

”Mr. Knight, I’ve completed some things.”

”?”

With a gentle wave of her hand, three parallel Light Pages flew out, aided by system power, and appeared before him.

The information they floated was identical to what was illustrated in the log he was holding, even more detailed and accurate upon closer examination.

”While you were in combat earlier, I went through the information in the log,” Miss Tata answered calmly, her emerald eyes reflecting on the Light Pages:

”Based on the community’s numerous descriptions, I’ve redrawn the terrain map of this place. The top page here is a reconstruction of the surface buildings’ location at the City Hall.”

”The middle page shows our current area. Below, it should be the areas recorded in the log. I’ve cross-referenced most of the credible accounts and added the details above.”

”Therefore, I can deduce that we are located right below the Praetor’s office, at the archives’ location. Below us is an unidentified circular hall.”

”According to the log’s depiction, this hall should serve as an entrance to the next layer.”

”Beyond us is the underground prison of the City Hall, through which there is a way leading there.”

Fang Hong gazed at this little lady beside him, unable to stop himself from gaping.

”Tata, Miss Tata, are all Dragon Souls as capable as you… how did you manage it?”

”This I do not know, Mr. Knight,” Tata’s voice was as flat as water: ”But at least until now, I’ve never seen any Dragon Soul capable of connecting to a community in such a way.”

”No,” Fang Hong was merely being a bit sentimental, amused by her earnest reply: ”But wasn’t the log always in my arms, how did Miss Tata see it?”

Tata pointed to her head: ”Memory.”

”What Mr. Knight sees, Tata sees; what Mr. Knight thinks, Tata thinks,” Tata replied: ”Has Mr. Knight forgotten?”

”By the way, when you saw Miss Miya’s ears twitch earlier, your blood pressure rose by several points,” Tata said earnestly: ”Though I don’t understand why, please take note, Mr. Knight.”

Fang Hong suddenly wanted to smack himself.

Why was he asking such silly questions knowing Miss Tata doesn’t quite grasp human emotions?

He turned back awkwardly, looking toward Miss Atira.

The Elf Lady was amused and sympathetic, praising Tata: ”Tata is indeed remarkable.”

”Thanks for the compliment.” Tata elegantly bowed to the Elf Lady.

”Overall, let’s head forward...” Fang Hong stammered, shifting the topic.

Fortunately, Atira wasn’t Tianlan; if that French girl were here, she’d likely tease him until his head doubled in size.

The Elf Lady, uninterested in making him feel too awkward, smiled softly and let the matter rest.

The duo, accompanied by a cat and her two attendants — Nini clinging to Miss Daisy’s collar fur, taking cautious steps alongside.

Along with the flying Miss Tata, they moved forward together.

After passing through the storeroom, they faced a long corridor ahead, with a staircase descending from above in the middle, presumably the passage from the City Hall above ground to the underground structures.

However, it had collapsed long ago.

The group crossed the passage and continued onward. Before long, a rust-covered iron gate loomed ahead.

The stench here was increasingly potent, as if the blood of prisoners unjustly dead years ago in the black prison never dried.

Fang Hong applied force with his hand to shake the iron gate, but it was old and worn out, collapsing entirely onto the ground with a loud crash.

The noise echoed far away, resounding repeatedly in the dark underground.

Fang Hong could only shake his head, this was the outcome of not having someone as meticulous as Nightingale to assist; his clumsy method of entering was undeniably ’attention-grabbing.’

If there really was something beneath this black prison.

However, this area shouldn’t be considered a forbidden zone; whatever secrets it held had already been thoroughly investigated by previous archaeologists.

As he walked a few steps forward, he suddenly felt a subtle heat in his chest.

Having experienced this countless times before, Fang Hong wasn’t the least bit flustered. He merely reached into his collar and pulled out the Ring of Golden Flame from there.

Sure enough, the Ring of Golden Flame emitted a faint light and warmth in his hand.

There truly was something related to Nikopolas here.

He squinted slightly, raising his head toward the front — after such numerous experiences with these situations, he had gained some understanding of the behavioral patterns associated with the Ring of Golden Flame.

But as Fang Hong lifted the Ring of Golden Flame to walk forward, he suddenly froze.

Atira also stopped behind him.

Unaware himself, Fang Hong was incredulous at the sight before him — what he saw wasn’t anyone else but Lady Misu.

In front of him at this moment, Lady Misu appeared much younger from his memory, with a long braid, and seemed to be no older than seventeen or eighteen years.

Her attire seemed to be from the Istania region, a white shawl cloak, beneath a Desert People’s robe.

She held a sword, the pattern on the sword sheath was Galapea.

She stood beside a tall man, the two advancing in the dark, seemingly oblivious to Fang Hong’s presence.