When evil gods hold a meeting in my head

Naansanho instructed Edmund, "Take him to get the new orientation and positioning sheets. The previous two have been sitting for too long, and their effectiveness is unstable."

So that was a defective product, just something I was shown to... Richard thought to himself.

Edmund grunted in agreement and turned to walk toward the door.

Richard followed him.

The two walked through the second-floor corridor, downstairs to the end of the west corridor, and stood in front of the examination room.

At this moment, Richard asked, "Where did Rosalie go?"

"I bought all the Black Forest cakes; she should still be enjoying them..." Edmund said.

"..."

Richard secretly curses the heartless professor for his poor landlady!

He then asked, "Was Nolan trapped in the abyss because he was delivering paintings?"

"No, alchemists are always unconsciously drawn to herbs..."

"So, she entered the abyss in search of medicinal herbs?"

"You could say that. When we go in to rescue her, we also need to send in a painting to secure the entrance," Edmund said calmly.

He pushed open the door to the examination room.

Richard followed him inside. The examination room was the same as always… The medicine cabinet was against the wall, and bottles and jars were scattered on the worktable. His parrot was lying quietly asleep in its little box, looking very peaceful…

At this moment, Edmund walked to the medicine cabinet and pressed a certain spot on the top shelf.

Click.

With a very soft sound, as if some mechanism had been triggered, the row of medicine cabinets against the wall began to slowly rotate. It wasn't the doors that were opening; the entire cabinet system was rotating! Like a giant revolving door, it silently flipped inward, revealing a downward staircase behind it.

The stairs are narrow, only wide enough for one person to pass at a time; if you walk side by side, you'll get stuck!

Edmund went down first, followed by Richard.

The walls on both sides are fitted with dim yellow wall lamps, the wicks burning softly, like the chirping of insects.

Richard followed them to the bottom and discovered that it was a basement filled with lots of papers.

Perhaps these are all just so-called direction sheets and positioning sheets...

The basement was about twenty square meters in size, with wooden shelves lining all four walls. On the shelves were various items… bottles and jars of medicine, rolled-up sketch paper, various oddly shaped short knives and daggers, and a pile of herbs whose names I didn't know…

In the very center of the room stood a large worktable covered with a white cloth, upon which sat several kerosene lamps, illuminating the entire space.

A strange smell filled the air, like herbs, like metal, mixed with a faint smell of blood.

"It smells really strong..." Richard covered his nose.

Edmund, however, was quite used to the smells. He calmly walked to the wooden shelf against the wall and took down two rolls of paper.

One scroll was blank, with gold patterns pressed along the edges, while the other was covered with runes and lines, so densely packed that the color of the underlying paper was almost invisible... It was exactly the same as the sample that Naansanho had just shown him.

He handed both rolls of paper to Richard.

Keep it safe for yourself.

Richard took it, touched it carefully, and felt it over.

These papers are very light and have a delicate feel, and the runes feel slightly raised, as if they were written with special ink.

"What should I be careful about when using it?" he asked.

Edmund said, "Don't get it wet, don't tear it."

"good……"

Richard carefully put both rolls of paper into the inner pocket and placed them close to his chest.

Then Edmund took a small kerosene lamp from another wooden shelf and handed it to Richard.

The lampshade is made of metal with several small holes, and the lamp is the perfect size to hang on the waist.

"There are places in the abyss where there is no light. This lamp is not an ordinary kerosene lamp; it can burn for a long time," Edmund explained.

They've really prepared everything...

Richard took it and hung it on the other side of his belt.

Edmund continued pacing back and forth, pulling out a roll of bandages and a small bag of dry rations from the corner, and stuffing them all into Richard's hands.

"It's better to be prepared," he said.

"Um……"

Richard carefully packed everything away.

"Let's go," Edmund said.

Richard didn't linger; he followed Edmund and quickly left. The two went up the stairs, and the medicine cabinet behind them slowly rotated back to its original position with a click, closing perfectly.

As Edmund reached the door, Richard suddenly stopped: "It seems we haven't prepared our weapons yet..."

Edmund's gaze swept over Richard, from his top hat to his boots, finally settling on the ring on his right middle finger. He opened his mouth as if to ask something, but ultimately remained silent.

Everyone has privacy, and asking doesn't necessarily yield results...

Edmund asked simply, "Don't you have anything to defend yourself with?"

"Basically none."

Edmund frowned. "That's certainly not safe. But we can't find you any supernatural items on short notice... unless you use that shotgun."

"A gun...?" Richard hesitated.

He had never touched a gun before, had no skill with it, and his accuracy was completely unknown!

Edmund thought for a moment, "Go and get it first."

……

The two returned to the second floor, where Edmund led Richard into the lounge.

The room was empty; Naansanho was no longer there!

And those two bottles of potions... were also taken away.

Edmund walked to the cabinet, opened the drawers, and searched for a long time before finally finding the hunting rifle at the very bottom.

He stood up and handed the shotgun to Richard.

The black gun barrel gleamed coldly under the kerosene lamp, looking quite imposing!

He reached out and picked up the gun; it was heavier than he had imagined… He turned the gun over, found the loading compartment, and opened it.

The six bullets were arranged neatly.

The bullets had copper casings and pointed tips; each one looked no different from an ordinary bullet.

"By then, the outsiders had switched to new ammunition, and what they fired was no longer drowsy rats, but real bullets..." Richard said with lingering fear.

If Edmund hadn't shown up, that shot would probably have gone off! And the bullet would have pierced his chest...

But how could such a dangerous thing be left carelessly in Naansanho's room?

He asked with some doubt, "Where did Naansanho go...? Wouldn't it be terrible if someone sneaked in and stole the gun...?"

"That would be really bad."

Edmund slapped his forehead, but then he chuckled. "But that won't happen. She's a creator; she even made the doors to this house herself. No one can get in without her permission! It's far more secure than you think. At least, I haven't seen anyone defy her wishes yet..."

Creators are a group of extremely cautious individuals; they won't act without thorough preparation...

If we were to confront them head-on, we would be facing countless creations!