The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

Lorraine seemed to have instantly entered another world.

Just moments ago, the bright sunlight and the rustling of leaves in the wind seemed to have locked away outside the small opening behind them, leaving only the sound of their intermittent footsteps.

The light from the two torches crossed and overlapped in the mine, casting their shadows on the wall in a distorted and elongated manner.

The impenetrable environment put immense pressure on the two of them. Cold sweat trickled down Lorraine's back as he gripped his longsword tightly, wary of any monster that might appear at any moment.

The mine tunnel was wider than expected, with enough room to walk side by side, but because they were worried about the kobolds' traps, the two kept one in front of the other.

Piper walked ahead, tapping the ground with his warhammer every two steps, looking remarkably like the mine-clearing soldiers often seen in movies from Lorraine's past life.

The hammerhead produces a slight vibration when it contacts the ground, which is transmitted to his hand through the handle, allowing him to determine whether the ground beneath his feet is solid or if there is a dangerous cavity.

Although Piper wasn't a scout, he was quite adept at using this clumsy method, although the warhammer was obviously heavy, and the back-and-forth probing took a toll on his stamina.

Lorraine carefully inspected the walls to make sure there were no traps or mechanisms; if there were any crossbow traps, he would be in much more danger than Piper.

Watch your step.

Piper warned softly.

He poked the ground with his warhammer and felt something was off, so he held the torch to the ground and found that the ground had sunk in when he poked it.

He bent down and groped around for a moment, then pulled out a thin cloth, which he had covered with some dirt and gravel for disguise. Underneath it was a deep pit, the bottom of which was filled with sharp wooden splinters.

They moved slowly along the wall of the mine tunnel. Lorraine sheathed his dagger in the wall, looked at the spikes at the bottom of the pit, and unconsciously swallowed.

The traps became increasingly dense afterward.

He had barely walked a hundred steps when Piper discovered three more pitfalls, two tripwires, and a stone basket hanging overhead.

Lorraine gently cut the rope holding the basket with her rusty throat, and the basket fell to the ground, where Piper caught it.

Piper gently placed the stone frame on the ground and said in a low voice, "The kobolds are quite particular."

The mine was so quiet that he felt he would be swallowed up by his surroundings if he didn't make a sound.

The further you go in, the narrower the mine tunnels become, and the lower the ceiling gets.

Lorraine began to bend slightly, but Piper was not affected at all and walked very lightly.

"etc--"

Lorraine grabbed him and shone the torch forward.

A thin, spiderweb-like thread floated in mid-air, positioned right above Piper's head; he had almost crashed into it.

Piper shuddered with fear and looked along the thin thread to both sides, finding that the left side was tied to a stone and embedded in the wall, while the right side was connected to a black hole.

Lorraine cautiously stepped forward and saw a short bow in the hole, with three arrows on the bowstring, pointing directly in the direction they had come from.

He gestured for Piper to move aside, then gently removed the arrow and drew a dagger from his waist, cutting the thread.

"This is the seventh one. Aren't they tired of going back and forth all the time?" Lorraine said speechlessly.

He casually placed the dismantled trap against the wall, stood up, and was about to continue walking forward when his foot suddenly slipped.

He instinctively reached out to steady himself against the wall, his palm striking the rock face, a slight stinging sensation emanating from his hand.

His newly enhanced agility allowed him to react quickly and release his grip, but he still managed to fall hard.

"hiss......"

Lorraine raised her hand, revealing a shallow cut on her palm, which hadn't gotten any deeper because she had pulled away in time.

The edges of the wound were covered in a little black sap, which made him feel itchy.

There's an animal bone on the wall. Are you alright?

Piper checked it out.

"I got pricked."

Lorraine brought the wound close to her eyes and could already see the surrounding redness, and an itch crept up her wrist along the veins.

"Damn it, it's poisonous."

He muttered a curse under his breath.

"Here you go!" Piper quickly pulled the bottle of antidote from the package, unscrewed the cork, and stuffed it into his hand.

A pungent herbal smell wafted over, but Lorraine didn't bother to smell it properly and tilted her head back to take a gulp.

"vomit..."

The taste was even worse than he had imagined; it was bitter and astringent, like chewed-up tree roots mixed with mud.

He swallowed hard, then forced himself to swallow the medicine.

The itching in his palm quickly subsided, and although the wound still hurt a little, it no longer affected his grip on the sword.

Lorraine sat on the ground, paused for a moment, then handed the remaining half-bottle of antidote to Piper, saying:

"Looks like half a bottle is enough. Who knows how many more traps lie ahead? Drink it sparingly."

He stood up and carefully scanned the ground. There was a sticky liquid where he had slipped, but it was hard to see because of the layer of dust on it.

Lorraine frowned, grabbed Piper who was about to jump over, took a torch from his bag, and threw it forward.

The torch fell to the ground, raising some dust, but nothing happened.

He was still not giving up, so he simply took the pack off his back and threw it over there.

"Bang."

The moment the package touched the ground, a popping sound came from the rock wall above, and several crossbow bolts shot out from the rock wall and embedded themselves deeply into the package.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

The short man stared in disbelief at Lorraine's actions, patted him hard on the shoulder, and kept shaking his thumb.

"Thank you, Hidetaka Miyazaki." Lorraine gave a slight smile.

Having confirmed that the path ahead was safe, the two jumped over the pool of liquid one after the other. Lorraine picked up the backpack with a pained expression, pulled out the crossbow bolt, and began to examine the contents.

A bag of bread and a water bottle were pierced, and fearing the arrows were poisoned, he had no choice but to throw them on the ground.

Lorraine gathered the drawn crossbow bolts together and leaned them against the wall, intending to take them with him when he returned.

There are six crossbow bolts in total, all made of iron, which can fetch a good price.

The two continued to explore along the mine tunnel. After walking a short distance, the tunnel turned a corner and began to widen.

The light from the torches was diluted by the darkness, and they could no longer see their surroundings clearly. They dared not move forward rashly, so they simply stood still and observed.

Ahead was a huge space with many wooden walkways suspended in mid-air. Broken wooden crates and several broken pickaxes were haphazardly piled up around the area.

This area is likely the richest part of the mine.

A fishy, ​​pungent smell wafted from ahead. Lorraine pinched her nose and swept the torch around, but it could only illuminate a dozen steps ahead, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

"Shall we go further in?" Piper whispered.

Lorraine pondered for a few seconds, then shook her head and said:

"We can't go any further in the dark. The kobolds have dark vision, which we can't see. This place is different from the mine tunnels; who knows where they're hiding?"