Old Port District, in a quiet, deserted alley.
Ronan reached out and made a grasping motion. The manhole cover on the ground suddenly flew upward, exposing the pitch-black opening below.
A wave of stench surged up from within.
But Ronan did not hesitate in the slightest. He sprang down.
After dropping four or five meters at high speed, he landed beside a sewage channel thick with sludge.
Ceres's sewer system was immensely complex. It had first been built beneath Old Port District, then continuously renovated and expanded over several centuries, becoming the giant maze it was today.
It was said that nearly a hundred thousand underfolk, drifters, beggars, wanted criminals...
lived beneath Ceres.
When the harsh winter arrived, that number would surge even higher.
The so-called "underfolk," to a great extent, referred to the residents of the sewers!
To ordinary people, the underground world beneath the royal capital was exceedingly dangerous. Even fully armed officers did not dare set foot there lightly. The only ones who dared venture deep inside were the Night Watchman units.
Yet even Ceres's powerful Night Watchman force lacked the ability to sweep away all the filth and grime underground!
In fact, quite a few people vanished silently into the sewers every year, including some extraordinary individuals.
Treading through the foul-smelling sludge, Ronan moved through the long underground passage like a stealthy prowler.
The reeking odors and countless flying insects were all blocked outside by his Protective Psionic Energy.
After moving covertly for more than ten minutes, Ronan spotted a mark painted on the wall.
It resembled a triangular arrow.
Following its guidance, he continued through the complicated sewers for some distance.
Until he saw another marker.
Stopping, Ronan took out the whistle Morpheus Mendt had given him from his pocket and put it to his