This Dungeon Grew Mushrooms

Chapter 392

On the northern outskirts of Mordu, Soralin led her squad into an abandoned village.Thick dust lay everywhere, cobwebs trembled under the eaves in the wind, but the wooden houses’ structures were mostly still intact.

After all, the villagers had only left in the past few months.

With the rise of the new city, the nearby villages were the first to be relocated — whole villages moved out, leaving empty houses to quietly decay.

According to the blacksmith’s clue about the “northern ruins,” this place fit the description.

Places farther away that matched the clue were distances an ordinary person couldn’t reach in a day on foot.

The team searched the whole village carefully, but found nothing.

This place really had been abandoned; there were no traces of recent activity.

The cellars they found were just the villagers’ old grain cellars, long emptied when the villagers moved.

It seemed another fruitless search.

The team had expected this possibility — after all, the clue came from a drunken remark the blacksmith heard; it wasn’t even certain the missing had ever been here. Not finding anything was the common outcome.

work, he cast aside hesitation and charged in — Aiden joined him.