Chapter 156: One Hundred Nineteen: Not a Blade of Grass Left_3
"If that’s the case, then that’s for the best," the gaunt old man nodded, then he slowed down his pace, "Madam, from here on you’ll proceed alone. Please be careful."
"Don’t worry, this place is like our home," Susan turned and smiled at the old man, then she turned again and walked deeper into the sewer.
The old man watched her leave, then turned and walked towards the exit, the walking stick held behind him tapping rhythmically against the pipes on the wall.
Walking up the steps, a burly man reached out and helped the old man, "Mr. Ter, you seem very happy."
"Yes, it’s a great ritual, we are summoning a great deity, and just thinking that I could participate in it during my lifetime, really makes me excited to the point of trembling." The old man finished speaking, walked to the side, and sat down, "I will guard here, nobody is allowed to leave."
"But I need to use the restroom." The big man and his companion said simultaneously.
"...Stupid donkeys, go together, and keep an eye on each other!"
So, two big men left the room and went into the restroom together.
One stood on one side of the partition, and the other stood on the other side.
Both men undid their pouches and took out a piece of paper and a stone that they had prepared earlier, one threw it out the window, the other stuffed it through a hole in the wall.