Water burbled in the hole.
Waves of foul stench drifted out from within.
A sewer!
Only then did the monks of the Church of Danton recover from the succession of changes that had left them stunned.
Sili Danton hurried to the edge of the hole and peered down.
Pitch black.
With her unremarkable eyesight, she could not make out anything below.
Nor could she hear any sounds of fighting.
That worried the nun.
"Someone, get down there..."
"I'm fine, Sister!"
The nun instinctively shouted, but Qin Ran's voice from inside the hole cut her off.
Then she saw Qin Ran's figure gradually emerge from the darkness.
The Holy Armor Technique had long since dissipated. All Qin Ran had left on him were his tattered outer clothes, the [Tough Soft Armor] that had been deemed damaged, and a bare sword hilt.
Everyone gasped when they saw the soft armor that had lost all its defensive power and the sword hilt.
The monks of the Church of Danton filled in the blanks themselves, imagining everything that had happened after Qin Ran and Harrodt fell into the sewer.
At once, they looked at Qin Ran with even greater respect.
In their eyes, Qin Ran had become the very embodiment of a knight.
Fearless in the face of danger.
Brave and skilled in battle.
And... willing to help the weak.
Although the high priest had ultimately failed to survive, everyone had seen Qin Ran step forward to shield him.
"I think you should send someone down to inspect the place. There are some things down there that should belong to Harrodt... I'm really rather tired. I'd like somewhere to rest for a while."
Qin Ran spoke to Sili Danton.
"Of course!"
"I swear in His Holiness Danton's name that you will receive the best