In the interior Dark Chamber, a loud munching sound reverberated in the area.
Wally’s body was slowly being consud whole, but his eyes remained bloodshot.
Even while being sward by the berserk people, his glare was directed at Leonard, almost as if imprinting his face into his mories.
Wally wanted to curse at him, but couldn’t do so as his vocal chord was ripped apart.
The agony he was receiving couldn’t be described in words.
Had it been any regular people, they would have long succumbed to their deaths. Unfortunately, the power of the Wrathbane Extract was keeping him alive.
However, Wally would have wished for the effect to dissipate so that he wouldn’t have to continue the experience of being consud alive.
Wally opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say sothing to Leonard when he felt his energy wavering.
Unfortunately for him, Leonard had long turned his back toward him.
Rather than watching his final demise, Leonard began to gather so more evidence and information in the area.
’A secret experint in this Dark Chamber, yet no signs of the owner appearing. Could that be possible?’ He was searching for clues that could lead him to uncover the mysterious owner’s identity.
It was just a pity that nothing was useful here. Aside from the detailed progress of the experint and the test subject’s reaction, there was nothing else.
There was also a possibility of a hidden chanism that led to a secret room, but after so checking, Leonard failed to spot anything amiss.
"Is this really all there is in here?" He uttered, his brows furrowing. He was about to give one final check when all of a sudden, a voice echoed weakly.
"Over there, Sir."
"Hmm?" Startled, Leonard turned around and searched for the source.
A few seconds later, his eyes spotted a fragile woman alone in her cage, their clothes sowhat cleaned, a far cry from the other captive won whose clothes were stained with dirt.
Based on the preliminary inspection, it appeared that she had just been delivered to the interior.
"What do you an by over there?" He asked.
"There was a door, and soone entered prior to your arrival." The woman said weakly, her fingers trembling sowhat as they pointed at a regular-looking wall.
’Hoh, there really was a chanism?’ Leonard frowned and approached the wall.
However, no matter what he did or tried to touch, nothing happened. The wall remained perfectly still.
When the woman saw his futile attempt, she realized it was her chance.
"Sir, if I can open the secret door for you, will you release ?" She asked.
Leonard hesitated briefly before nodding his head. He found the keys nearby and opened her cage.
"You haven’t consud the substance?" He raised a question.
"No, they hadn’t fed a Wrathbane Extract when soone from outside inford them that there was an outbreak." The woman shook their head.
"I was fortunate to escape the consumption, but I was still forced inside the cage to be locked up. They said I will be a useful bait if enemies do intrude here." She continued and revealed her wrist, which was sliced.
The tendon of her wrist remained intact, but the bleeding was visible.
The woman wore dark red clothes, which masked the blood color. Hence, Leonard didn’t notice she was injured on her wrist. He only took notice of the single bead she was wearing.
"Have a potion," Leonard offered the Restoration Potion.
In response, the woman hesitated, almost afraid of taking such a valuable potion.
"I cannot, Sir." She shook her head and took a few steps back. "The potion is too valuable."
"If you don’t drink and recover, then how are you going to assist in figuring out the chanism?"
"..."
Finding the statent logical, the woman pursed their lips and slowly held the potion. After staring at the potion for a good few seconds, she chugged it down in one gulp.
In the blink of an eye, the wounds on her wrist began to heal.
The woman’s eyes widened in disbelief at the speed of her recovery.
"T-Thank you, Kind Sir." She quickly bowed her head and gave her gratitude.
"No problem." Leonard smiled lightly and gestured to her to start activating the chanism.
The woman nodded her head and began approaching the wall.
While she attempted to find the trigger, Leonard asked, "By the way, what is your na?"
"I-I’m Naomi," the woman replied timidly.
"Naomi, eh. Is that your real na?"
"Yes."
"I see..."
Soti later, Naomi managed to find the trigger and opened the hidden chanism. The wall began creaking as it shifted place.
"Hoh, there really is a hidden chanism." Leonard chuckled in amusent.
"I should probably get my eyes checked for failing to spot it."
"Sir is overexaggerating. I only found it because they didn’t care to hide it from ."
"Heh, that still requires your mory to be working well, especially when you aren’t eating well. When you don’t eat well, the brain can’t function well."
Naomi nodded her head in agreent. "Indeed, we can’t even get any good food in this hellish place."
"Fret not, I have so beef jerky here." Leonard lightly said and retrieved so food for her. "I don’t want you fainting midway while we enter through the hidden chanism door."
Naomi stared at the beef jerky for a second before accepting it.
She then took a few bites and bead in joy. "It’s delicious, Sir."
Having said that, she assud a determined expression and said, "I rember the person went in this direction."
Shortly after, Leonard began following Naomi from behind as they explored the hidden passage.
While this was happening, outside the Dark Chamber, Shirley had finished escorting the captive won out.
"This should be for everyone! There will be people waiting for you by the exit, so you all should leave quickly." Shirley urged them to et up with Mirelle’s side.
Once Shirley finished her instruction, she was about to return to the Dark Chamber when soone suddenly held her arm.
Confused, Shirley turned around and recognized them as the previous woman who raised many skeptical questions. If she recalled correctly, others called her Jenny.
"It’s not everyone yet. I rember there is still another companion of ours who was level 1 missing." Jenny said.
"There’s one missing?"
"Mhmm, she was dragged to the interior by another woman."
Alard, Shirley’s eyes quickly darted to the Dark Chamber with a petrified expression.
’Not good! The master is in danger!’
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