Bishop Mayne stepped over the first-order and one-step ring staircase and headed deep underground.

This is a naturally formed pit, the depth of at least four heaven towers, the diameter of about 20 feet, into a lord's castle more than enough.The cave was not dim at first, and there were skylights on the high dome, and the light through a window came into the ground, leaving winding spots on the stone walls of the cold ice.

As the height continues to decline, the light spot gradually darkens and quickly blends with the stone wall.But the center of the pot reflects the light blue light, the more down the more obvious, even if not holding the torch, will not fall into the dilemma of not seeing the five fingers.

The stairs at the foot are like a small snake around the pothole, clinging to the rock wall.

The stair slab is cut from granite, rectangular, three fingers thick, enough for two people to walk side by side.One end is embedded in the wall and the other end is suspended.In order to prevent accidental fall, there are wooden railings on the head of the suspension, and the railings are connected by ropes.

He had not counted how many stairs there were, but he knew that the laying of each slate was arduous.The church’s stonemasons rested on ropes, chided deep enough grooves on hard rock, and stuffed a piece of slate into it.Every move must be careful, because the ropes slip or collapse into the bottom of the pit, there are as many as three hundred people.

If the Helmes Cathedral built on the top of the head is a symbol of the Church's unyielding spirit, then the Helmes organ, which is hidden deep at the bottom of the well, is the true core of the church.

The stone wall on the side of the stairs is inlaid with the stone of divine punishment, and every hundred steps there will be a judge standing guard, and there is a team of divine punishment troops in the organ at any time to meet the intruders.Between the dome and the mezzanine of the cathedral floor, there are many sandbags and gravel buried.If the Holy City defenses fail and the people have to evacuate, the Pope will start the trap and let the gravel and gravel completely bury it here.

Although Mayne was not on his way to the Helmmes agency for the first time, the feeling of walking in mid-air still made him feel dizzy.Especially when looking at it, you always have the illusion that you are falling.

When his feet were on the solid ground, he was slightly relieved.

At the bottom of the pit is a huge disc-shaped white millstone, the surface is as smooth as a mirror, standing on it can even clearly see its reflection.After clever design by the craftsman, the light coming in from the dome skylight will be refracted many times in the pit wall, and it will happen to gather on this millstone at the bottom of the hole.Even if there is no fire, the bottom of the pit is not dark.

Only in the bottom of the pit will find that the sun is not colorless.The millstone is illuminated after reflecting the faint blue light, looking up, the entire pit is lit by this blue light, showing a cold color.If you look closely, you can also notice that there are countless dust flying in the brighter light, like the tiny creatures recorded in ancient books.

Using holes naturally formed on the wall at the bottom of the cave, the church connected it, further expanded, and built the Helmes organ.It is also thanks to these well-rounded holes that make the air flowing here smoothly, and there is no such rotten and dull feeling in the depths of the ground.

Mayn stepped into the door of the organ, and the defense force was much tighter.The five judges here are in a group of five, guarding each level—they are the most loyal samurai of the church, and once they accept this duty, all will spend their lives in the organs and never return to the ground.

In fact, only he and the Pope had access to the authorities, and even the archbishops of Heather and Teveren could not get involved.

But Mayne doesn’t know exactly how many fork in the agency there are.In addition to this main road in the south, there are many branches on both sides, and along their way, they tend to find more branches.Some are used by the church, while others are simply sealed off.He had heard that when he built the organ, several craftsmen strayed into the fork that had not been marked, and lost their way inside and could no longer find their way back.

The straight main road leads to the depths of the mountain, and every 30 feet (about 100 meters), there is a checkpoint.Mayne knew that the tasks assigned to each level between the organs were different.The most exclusive part is the living area, which is for the samurai who are on duty at the bottom of the cave.The second paragraph is an archive, which is used to store documents, scraps and ancient books.The third paragraph is the prison area, which holds some prisoners who cannot see the light ... and the innocent.

After crossing the three levels, Mayne stopped.Further on, it is the organ of the Privy Council, where all the research and inventions of the Church come from, and without the consent of the Pope, he cannot go without authorization.For more than three years as archbishop, he only went in once.

Mayn turned to the left and turned into a fork.

The fork was short, and it was not long before he came to his head, and when he saw the bishop appear, the trial army at the door immediately held the boxing chest, "Your excellency!"

Mayne nodded, "Open the door."

Inside the door was a corridor, and the wall was hung with burning pine torches, like countless moving points of light in the darkness, stretching along the path to the end.There are many thick wooden doors on both sides, and there is a number plate hanging in the middle of each door.

The samurai raised his torch and led in front.As Mayn walked, he noticed the change in the number on the number plate.When he saw the mottled door sign marked with the word thirty-five, he stopped, pulled out the key and inserted it into the lock hole, and gently twisted it.The sound of the lock opening was particularly harsh at the bottom of the silent hole, and a faint echo came from the end of the corridor.As if a signal was sent out, many cries sounded behind the door, and there were men and women.Listen carefully, most of them are “Let me out!”“Help me!”“Please, kill me!” he begged.

Mayne was unmoved.After keeping the samurai at the door, he went into the room, closed the wooden door, and isolated the noisy sounds.

Through the iron railings, the bishop saw an old man sitting on the bed—perhaps he was not old, but now his hair was gray and his forehead was covered with wrinkles.The beard had not been scraped for a long time, and was almost bowing to the neck.Because he had not seen the sun for a long time, his skin showed a horrendous paleness, and his hands and feet were as thin as bamboo poles.

Mayn looked at the lunch box by the iron railing, and the food in it hardly moved, and he sighed, "You should be kind to yourself, the church is not lacking such a little food."All three of your meals are prepared according to the king’s standard, except for the absence of wine.Even the fish comes from the best cod in the port of Bishui.You must be familiar with its smell, His Majesty Wimbledon?"