'Ding-dong~'
Beyond the heavy dungeon's hidden door, the sound of a bell rang out. After a teeth-grating creak, a small opening was made in the door, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.
"The potions are here. This is the storeroom's proof of authorization."
Bending over, he pushed a proof covered in writing through the opening. The person inside barely checked it before opening the cell door.
A thief might steal for a thousand days, but one could not guard against thieves for a thousand days. No matter how vigilant someone was, they could not remain in a state of high tension forever. This was especially true at night, when habits could become a terrifying force.
Not to mention that there was a high-end warning Barrier outside, and nothing had gone wrong for so many years.
Xuan Ye had originally planned several contingency plans, but seeing how smoothly everything proceeded, he even grumbled inwardly. What a waste of brain cells. Was it easy for me to think up so many plans? I didn't even get the chance to show them off.
The guard who had just opened the door suddenly found his vision going black before he could say anything...
The gloomy dungeon was just as damp as most underground structures. The air was filled with a moldy stench. Separate cells lined both sides of the passage, while dim oil lamps hung on the walls, occasionally crackling as they burned.
Yet deep within this dungeon, in the separate cell at the end of the third level, faint voices could be heard.
A figure covered in bloody, mangled flesh and scabs was suspended by sharp hooks piercing his shoulders. His hands and feet were all shackled, with chains securing them in place.
Blood from the wounds on his head had nearly