He Xi stood at the entrance to the sewage pipe, the damp, soft, rough sensation still lingering on his fingertips.
He had been puzzled before. If these dead things wanted to steal the workshop's magic crystal residue, why dig it up first, mix it into the soil, and bury it?
Not to mention, they already had containers.
Looking at the black mud at the bottom of the iron bucket, He Xi came up with a new theory.
Perhaps their target had never been the magic crystal residue at all, but the soil beneath it, soaked in magic for years on end.
The "residue being buried again" mentioned in the commission was most likely just Mr. Kuss's visual misjudgment—after the skeletons dug away the soil underneath, the residue above naturally collapsed and filled the hole.
But... what were undead creatures doing, coming here in the dead of night to dig dirt?
Skeleton gardeners?
Still puzzled, He Xi patted the mud from his hands and plunged headfirst into the deep, dark pipe.
This was a main sewage pipe sloping downward, and its interior was unexpectedly spacious.
Even with a two-meter-tall Half-Orc like Grot walking beside He Xi, they only had to lower their heads slightly, with no hindrance to their progress.
But spacious did not mean the environment was pleasant.
"My nostrils feel like they've been violated by Goblins." The moment Kazmir entered, he pulled out a handkerchief and clamped it tightly over his nose and mouth.
At the very front, the Dwarf warrior Ulag held high a steel shield imbued with [Light Spell].
The shield cast a cold white glow over the surroundings.
"Fuck, this scenery is enough to whet a dog's appetite," Ulag reported in his gruff voice. "The pipe walls are covered in stuff like rotten mud, and some