章 811: A Boy's Soul

As Tulu wondered if he should keep following Angor and go down into the hatch, a sudden cold gust came from the main entrance and hit his back, convincing him of the safer choice.

"At-at least Mister Padt can protect me if anything bad happens…"

The stairway down wasn't as dusty as the other parts of the building, but it didn't feel any better because there was this strong medicine smell in the air.

Thud, thud…

Tulu couldn't see the end of the stairs with his weak light. As he walked for longer, he grew more stressed until he felt like walking straight down into hell.

"What's that smell, Mister Padt?" Tulu looked at Angor's back and decided to say something.

"Oh. Because—"

Angor looked back at Tulu but suddenly stopped moving.

"What-what is it, sir?"

Angor smiled for some reason. "Because the sickbay is down there."

Tulu frowned as he thought Angor was joking. Sickbay underground? Orphanage?