"A set of Hive-Shaped Heresy Patterns, possibly on the walls, overhead, on the ground, or in some dug-out hollow or sewer—anywhere those rat-like blasphemers could crawl into. I need you to find it."
In front of the half-buried arched entrance, Green clarified the search target one last time, making sure his intentions were understood.
"At least two of you together, just like when you go into the sewers. Remember the way back. If you can't, leave marks or tie a rope. I don't want to waste time looking for people who've lost their way."
More than ten people had been summoned here, carrying lanterns, torches, and their own weapons.
They raised no objections to the order to enter the tomb and search for a Heresy Pattern whose location was unknown. Without any unnecessary discussion, they accepted the command and filed into the spiraling passage, leaving two people to guard the entrance.
The most prominent blasphemer on the scene watched enviously as Green's people disappeared down the spiral staircase, reminded of how few members his own society had. In terms of discipline alone, these Church Inquisition agents were even better than the elite investigation team he had assembled in Westminster.
"Will this really work?"
"As long as your deduction is right, there's nothing to worry about. This isn't our first time doing this." Green carried a lantern, with another hanging from his waist, and handed the two torches to Wadin. "It's bound to take some time, but there's no need to rush. I won't just stand around while my people work."
"I thought it was already cramped down there." Despite saying so, Kraft had started taking off his cumbersome cloak and lighting his lamp.
"The Lord said that sloth is a sin, and those who indulge in comfort cannot enter the