I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

"I'll take you to see it, but you have to promise me one thing first."

"what?"

“Don’t tell anyone where we live,” Sain said seriously, “not even the residents of the city, because we’re not sure if any ill-intentioned people will come.”

When he said this, even he was stunned. He didn't know where that strong sense of trust came from; he just instinctively felt that Lynn was reliable.

"it is good."

Having received Lynn's reply, Sain turned and walked deeper into the passage.

The sewer system was far more complex than Lynn had imagined; it was practically an underground labyrinth.

After walking for about twenty minutes, Sain stopped in front of a heavy stone door.

He reached out and pressed a few specific spots on the door.

The stone gate slowly opened.

Lynn's eyes widened instantly.

It was a huge underground space.

In the center of the space flows a clear underground river, its water emerging from crevices in the rock walls to form a small pond. Glowing moss grows along the pond's edge, emitting a soft blue-green glow that illuminates the entire space.

More importantly, there are people in this space.

A lot of people.

Some were fetching water from the river, some were weaving something beside the moss, and some were sitting in a corner talking quietly. Everyone was quiet and moved very gently, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Sain walked over to Lynn and lowered his voice, saying, "This is our shelter. The food is smuggled down from the surface, and the water comes from an underground river. It's very safe."

Just then, several children ran out from the corner, their faces beaming with excitement.

"Uncle Sain, you're back!"

Chapter 121 Ignition, Nora

"Uncle Sain!"

Several children ran over; the oldest was no more than seven or eight years old, and the youngest was about four or five.

His clothes were tattered, but the smile on his face was so pure it seemed like he came from another world.

Did you bring any food?

"Uncle Sain has blood on him!"

Sain crouched down, supporting himself on one knee, and rubbed the head of the boy running in front with one hand.

Did you study hard today?

The boy nodded vigorously, "I've learned it. Sister Leila has been teaching us to read, and I can already write my own name."

“Really?” Sain chuckled. “Then you’re better than me. When I was your age, I couldn’t even spell my own name correctly.”

The boy giggled.

Just then, a woman's voice came from not far away.

"Sean, you're injured again."

Lynn turned his head to look.

A brown-haired woman, probably in her early thirties, walked out of the crowd. Her hair was casually tied back, with a few stray strands sticking to her cheeks.

Her features weren't stunning, but they were pleasing to the eye, and her eyes and brows exuded a sense of composure.

She was wearing a faded gray dress and a worn-out silver badge pinned to her chest.

"It's nothing, just a superficial injury." Sain stood up, instinctively hiding his injured left arm behind his back.

The woman walked up to him, grabbed his arm and pulled him close. She looked down at the still-bleeding wound and frowned.

"A superficial injury? You can see the bone here."

"It's not that exaggerated."

“Come here, I’ll help you.” The woman’s fingers touched Sain’s wrist, and with her other hand she took out a few strips of gauze and a small porcelain bottle from the cloth bag at her waist.

The movements were swift and skillful, clearly indicating that they had done this many times before.

Sain did not resist and obediently let her pull him to sit down.

Lynn looked at the woman with some curiosity.

Sain seemed to notice his gaze and tilted his head.

"Her name is Leila, and she is our doctor."

Lyra's hands were steady as she used gauze soaked in medicine to clean the rubble and dirt from the wound bit by bit. Sain frowned a few times, but didn't utter a sound.

After cleaning up, Lyra began to bandage Sain. She was very skilled, wrapping the gauze quickly and tightly, and finally tying a neat knot.

"Don't touch weapons for three days."

"impossible."

“I know,” Leila sighed. “That’s why I say it every time, just in case you suddenly listen one day.”

Sain smiled, stood up, and stretched his arms a couple of times.

Lyra's gaze fell on Lynn, lingered for a few seconds, and then she said to Saine, "You've brought back another outsider."

“He just killed a few praying mantises for me,” Sain said simply.

Lyra's gaze shifted. Anyone who could help Sain kill monsters must be quite strong, and that's exactly the kind of person they needed.

"Okay." After packing up his medicine kit, he said, "I'm going back now. I still have a few elderly people with coughs to treat. If you need anything, have someone call me."

Leila turned and left.

Lynn waited until Lyra was out of sight before turning to Thane.

"I'd like to know about the religious groups in the city. Can you tell me?"

Sain shook his head. "I don't know much. I'm only responsible for protecting the people in the sewers."

"Then who knows more?"

“Our boss,” Sain said, glancing at Lynn, “come with me.”

"You trust me that much?" Lynn asked, somewhat surprised.

Sain did not answer the question and turned to walk deeper into the passage.

Lynn thought about it and felt that the logic made sense.

He caught up with Sain.

The two walked deeper into a narrower passage, which became narrower and narrower, and the lights became dimmer.

The glowing moss on the walls had thinned considerably, and some simple oil lamps hung on rusty iron hooks, their flames flickering in the air currents.

At the end of the passage was a wooden door with several layers of sheet metal nailed to the door panel, making it look very sturdy.

Sain stopped in front of the door.

He took a deep breath and then began to knock on the door.

The knocking echoed in the hallway.

No one responded.

Sain knocked three more times, this time with a little more force.

A woman's voice came from inside, clearly impatient.

"I told you, don't bother me."

"It's me, Sain. I have something important to say."

A few seconds later, the door opened.

Lynn also saw the person behind the door.

She was a slender young woman, much younger than the "boss" he had imagined, probably around twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

Her short, dark red hair was cut to ear level and looked messy, as if it hadn't been styled for several days.

She was wearing a loose gray robe with ink stains on the cuffs and hem, and a pair of worn-out cloth shoes.

He didn't look like the leader of any resistance force; he looked more like a scholar who had stayed up too late in some academy.

"Hmm?" Her gaze lingered on Lynn for a few seconds. "Who are you?"

“Let us in first, Nora,” Said said.

The woman named Nora hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside.

Lynn followed Sain into the room.

Then he paused for a moment.

The room was small, only about ten square meters, but that wasn't the point. The point was that the room was filled with books.

Books were on the table, on the floor, piled up in the corner, and even on the narrow bed, several open books were spread out.

A huge hand-drawn map was spread out on the table, covered with dense markings in different colors of ink.

Nora walked around the pile of books on the floor, returned to the table, sat down, picked up a quill pen, and continued writing something on a piece of paper.

"Speak, what is it?" She didn't even look up.

“This is…” Sain was interrupted by Lynn before he could finish speaking.

“I can do it myself.” Lynn nodded slightly to Sain, then turned to Nora.

"My name is Lynn, and I come from Orentia."

Nora paused for a moment.

She looked up and examined Lynn again.

"From Orentia?" Her tone held a hint of surprise. "What brings you to Holy Song City?"

“I’ve heard that Holy Song City is the freest city on the continent, where all races live together peacefully, without prejudice or discrimination.” Lynn paused for a moment. “It’s a very good place.”

"However, the reality was completely different from what I had imagined; the city of Holy Song was now a dead name."

Nora leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"So you sneaked in through the sewers to learn about this city?"

"Correct."

"Why?" Nora's question was direct. "You are an Orentia, the fall of Holy Song City has nothing to do with you. The normal thing to do is to turn around and run, not to go down into the sewers."

Lynn smiled. "Because for me, Anthem City is not just a city, it's more like a lighthouse that guided me here."

Nora stared at him for a long time.

Level 55.

Are you a warlock or a mage?

"A warlock," Lynn answered honestly. Since the other party could tell his level, it meant that he had strength comparable to his own.

“A level 55 warlock is a rare sight these days.” Nora’s lips curled into a slight smile. “He’s quite a good helper.”

"A helper?" Lynn raised an eyebrow. "Help with what?"

Nora didn't answer immediately. She pulled a piece of paper from the pile of papers on the table. It had a drawing of a burning flame on it.

Have you ever heard of "fire"?

Lynn shook her head.

“This name only circulates beneath the city of Holy Song.” Nora placed the paper on the table, her finger resting on the flame symbol. “I am the leader of the Burning Flame.”

What is fire?

“Rebels,” Nora said, pausing for a moment. “To be precise, it’s a resistance force that the city’s residents have spontaneously organized.”

"Can you tell me about the Order's deployment in the city?" Lynn asked.