Meanwhile, back in the church.
Only after confirming that no one was inside the room did Marty begin moving toward his desk. Opening its bottom left drawer, he reached for its hidden compartment and drew an item out.
It was made out of glossy crystal, the size of his palm, and at its bottom was a hole, and rings of circles filled with runes were engraved on its back.
Checking his surroundings once more, he infused the crystal with his mana and waited for a response.
[KKK]
Hearing the reply, Marty thought about the codeword which was given to him he muttered.
[ZAZ]
[So, it's my boy Marty… what do I owe the pleasure?]
A voice rang in the room. Even though he wasn't present here, Marty could feel getting intoxicated by his voice. He could feel a charm from it, drawing closer to it.
[I want to talk about the dungeon.]
