The sewers of Plas City-State had existed for many years, with passages leading in every direction.
After years of alterations and repairs, the sewers of Pulas were now completely different from their original plans.
Many places had makeshift support pillars, along with rooms once used to store miscellaneous items.
The water flowing around the moat was diverted into numerous channels that emptied straight into the sewers, flushing debris down to the underground Insect Cattle farm at the lowest end.
At the Thieves' Guild's public reception office, the hunched old man was holding a quill and steadily writing invisible words on a specially prepared sheet of parchment.
"I didn't expect Baron Link to be so decisive. But judging by his presence, strength, and bearing alone, he is very likely a genuine noble.
"He may simply not be from the Great Swamp, or perhaps there is something questionable about his identity.
"Personality profile: upholds justice, abhors evil, a textbook knight devoted to defending the righteous path. Preliminary assessment: no prospect of recruitment. May interfere with our business..."
The hunched figure wrote rapidly.
But then his quill suddenly paused.
An enormous rat ran onto his desk and squeaked twice.
Withered Rat Quichy's writing hand stopped, and he frowned.
"You stupid thing. He's already dead. How many times have I told you to ignore corpses floating downstream?"
As the head of the Thieves' Guild in Pulas, he was a high-ranking thief.
Quichy had considerable expertise in concealment, assassination, explosive bursts of power, agility, and intelligence gathering.
As a high-ranking thief, his strength lay not in direct combat, but in his various supporting abilities and trap arrangements.
He appeared to be guarding this place alone, but in reality, the nearby sewers were already filled with his eyes and ears, as well as all sorts of