The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 142

Chapter 142: Ancient Sorcerer

Guided by Shurin, we reached the deepest part of the dungeon, which would normally take several days, in just one day.

The clearing that existed conspicuously in the midst of the lush green forest was likely the boss room, but there was no sign of the boss-like monster.

“Did you defeat the boss?”

“Yeah, once defeated, it won’t come out for a while.”

… The Elder Treant, confirmed as the boss of this dungeon, was a formidable creature with tremendous endurance and various magical abilities, but it seems she regularly defeats it.

“Follow me.”

Without hesitation, Shurin headed towards the rocky mountain at the back of the hall. As she touched the grass-covered rocks, she chanted and infused magic into them.

Then, the grass stirred, and the rocks moved, revealing a cave big enough for a person to pass through. Shurin entered the cave without hesitation.

We nodded to each other and followed her into the cave. Inside, it was hollow, with several beams of light shining from the ceiling into the underground, and a spiral staircase carved into or naturally formed along the walls descended to an unseen depth.

“Is this cave between underground water veins?”

Following Shurin down, there were various places where the sound of flowing water could be heard, and water flowed and fell from some spots. It seemed like the water was flowing beneath this place.

“Yes, this dungeon includes not only the upper forest but also these underground water veins.

He has turned one of these spaces into his workshop and lives there.”

“Turning part of the dungeon into a workshop… That’s something you don’t hear every day.”

I agreed with Aria’s murmurs. It’s not something ordinary to turn part of the deepest dungeon, where monsters roam, into a workshop.

Even if a temporary base could be established, it would be impossible to turn it into a permanent one with current magic. Just this fact alone made it clear that Elford was a magician who was isolated from us.

At the bottom of the stairs was an underground lake. It should have been enveloped in darkness, but something like crystals around illuminated the space faintly.

On one wall, various rows of characters were carved, and scattered around were objects that looked like junk infused with magic.

“Father, I’ve brought Chaos Crusader.”

“…Ah, thank you, Shurin.”

A voice echoed in response to Shurin’s call, but there was no sign of anyone else around us.

“Sorry for only the voice all of a sudden, but I’ve become easily misunderstood now.”

“Easily misunderstood?”

“Yeah, that’s why I want you to promise me first… that you’ll listen to what I have to say, no matter what you see.”

“…Understood. As long as you don’t harm us, we’ll listen.”

“That’s all right then. Well…”

With that voice, ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, and then, spraying water, it revealed its form.

Its entire body was black like a shadow, with scales growing like armor. It had fins and flippers on its arms, and its face was like a mask with only eyes. Its lower body was intertwined with dozens of octopus-like legs, and from its head, black tentacles writhed instead of hair.

“Let’s start with introductions. I am Elford Warren… also known as Abyss Lord.”

A white sword was thrust into its chest…