68: Then you're finished.

Ronan closed his eyes weakly after being impacted.

He wondered, how did this small box suddenly appear?

The ringing in his ears made him temporarily deaf, unable to hear outside sounds.

But his Spiritual Power perceived everything in the room.

He took advantage of his closed eyes to feign unconsciousness, but his mind was highly focused, and magic could be unleashed at any moment.

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From the perspective of his Spiritual Power, the madam, who had previously been charming and gentle, suddenly stood up as if nothing had happened, her face cold as ice.

"Separate them and lock them up. Be gentle," the madam ordered the people outside the door. "Don't wake them up."

"We will resolutely carry out our master's orders."

The person outside the door stood at attention and saluted, then relaxed, smiling lewdly, "Tonight, still..."

"Work is important," the madam said expressionlessly, but her earlobes reddened slightly.

Ronan was utterly shocked.

Was this his true nature, or had he fallen into this state through the corruption of a decadent life?

Ronan swore he had never seen this side of Parker.

That's right, the person outside the door was Parker, a villager from Jiuwan Village.

It was hard to imagine that not long ago, his wife had just given birth. And now he was in a place like this, having an improper relationship with the madam... However, Ronan was not in the mood to care about Parker's family situation. He was the victim now, and the other party was one of the accomplices.

This private mission seemed to have another big trap, and he had inadvertently stepped into it again.

Several strong thugs arrived outside the door. Under Parker's command, they carried the five members of the team on their shoulders one by one and headed underground.

Ronan's previous Spiritual Power net had extended from the first floor upwards to the top floor, but he had overlooked the underground section.

Only now did he realize that the underground part was a world of its own.

To avoid being discovered, he could only cautiously spread his Spiritual Power net, limiting its range to five meters around himself.

Within this range, Ronan could ensure that the Spiritual Power net would not be easily detected by other spellcasters.

The Spiritual Power net was just a simple application of Spiritual Power.

Although it had provided Ronan with important help at many critical moments,

he felt it was necessary to learn some more advanced applications of Spiritual Power.

The Ruby Dream Hall's underground section had an unknown number of layers. Ronan had been carried down two flights of stairs and was currently on the third underground level.

The third underground level was more like a private prison.

Countless iron chains and cages were arranged uniformly, but the lighting consisted only of a few burning braziers and torches, and the entire third underground level was shrouded in a silent darkness.

No light didn't mean Ronan couldn't see. Through the scan of his Spiritual Power,

he found many young maidens curled up in the cages.

They were covered in dirt, wearing iron chains and shackles, their eyes hollow and lifeless, showing no reaction to outside sounds, like soulless walking corpses.

"Thud."

Perhaps feeling that they were in the cells and had no more qualms, the strong thugs no longer handled them gently as they had at first.

They casually threw the group into the iron cage, slammed the cell door shut, and then swaggered away.

The throw really hurt Ronan, but he couldn't make a sound, so he could only endure it silently, vowing to get revenge when he had the chance.

Compared to Ronan, Savage Stone let out a slight hum and woke up.

The strong thugs didn't care about the noise and left, chatting and laughing.

After confirming that the people from the Ruby Dream Hall had left, Ronan opened his eyes in the darkness.

He got up and rubbed his bruised shoulder joint, suddenly thinking that he should perhaps learn some healing magic first.

Offensive magic was important, but ensuring one's own sustainability should not be underestimated either.

"Savage Stone, wake up." Ronan patted the big orc.

He tried several times but found that no matter how he called, he couldn't wake him up.

"Don't call out," a voice suddenly came from behind Ronan. "You'll call the guards."

Ronan was startled. Under his Spiritual Power perception, he had thought there was a corpse curled up in that spot.

After all, along the way, he had already confirmed several maidens who had died in the same posture through his Spiritual Power.

"They were subjected to a special soul attack and won't wake up for a while."

The 'corpse' curled up behind him suddenly stretched out, regaining human form in the darkness.

"Also, don't casually expand your Spiritual Power perception," the figure in the darkness continued.

"Unless your Spiritual Power is several times higher than others, anyone who comes will know that you have recovered."

Coincidentally, my Spiritual Power is indeed many times higher than others.

Ronan, perceiving with his Spiritual Power, turned to look at this 'corpse' that had just come to life and asked,

"Who are you?"

The other party's appearance was very clear under his perception: disheveled hair and face, ragged clothes.

A human maiden, estimated to be eighteen or nineteen years old, with a pair of long, pale legs that her tattered clothes couldn't cover.

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll dig out your eyes!"

Ronan was surprised. In such a dark environment, the other party actually knew he was looking at her.

"Uncle, you don't think you're the only one with night vision, do you?"

So she relied on night vision. Ronan had thought the other party's Spiritual Power perception was so strong that even he couldn't detect it.

However, the other party obviously misunderstood; he wasn't relying on night vision.

Instead, it was a scene truly perceived by Spiritual Power.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Ronan was unsure of her identity, but being in a place like this, she was clearly not from the Ruby Dream Hall.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" the other party retorted.

No, are you a rhetorical question type of person?

"My team and I took on a mission, but we were set up by the higher-ups and thrown in here," Ronan explained. This experience sounded very unlucky.

"Then you're done for. The maidens here might still be bought and taken away alive, but you guys..."

The maiden scrutinized them and said solemnly, "...might be bought piece by piece."

Upon hearing this, Ronan's hair immediately stood on end.

He had originally thought this was at most a human trafficking organization that sold maidens to ensure high-quality resources for their upper-level business.

He hadn't expected it to involve organ trafficking.

Had Moonless City become this lawless?

"Who exactly are you?" Ronan's tone became very serious. "Were you also captured?"

"Uncle, you seem fine..." The maiden observed carefully, extremely cautious.

"Are you sure you were set up to come down here?"

"Yes, actually, I'm fine. I just want to figure out what their purpose is."

Ronan stood up, slowly raised a finger, and red energy gathered at its tip, faintly illuminating the dim cell.

"Still a mage..."

The maiden seemed to have lowered her guard and stood up, wanting to shake hands and introduce herself, "My name is..."

However, she had been curled up for too long without standing. Now, suddenly standing up, her legs immediately went soft, and with the inertia of rising, she directly fell onto Ronan.

With Ronan's physique, he couldn't withstand this sudden close-range attack.

In an instant, both of them fell to the ground.

The maiden lay in Ronan's arms, her legs numb and unable to get up.

She simply took Ronan's hand and shook her own, considering it a formal introduction.

"Pelly Fenrir, Mercenary Blood Pact, former Vice Commander of the Iron Blood Mercenary Group. Pleasure to meet you."