Normally, every time a trade at the scale failed, the rule was that the wall would move toward the scale.
But the moment the lock on the firmly sealed trap door opened.
I could see the wall very slowly beginning to push toward us.
At that moment..
‘So the door itself wasn't the trap.’
I realized that the red words TRAP and DANGER written on the wall meant that the wall itself, not the door, was the trap.
I considered opening the door just like that, but.
“Haaah.. Mr. Elf.”
“Hmm?”
“..There is a good chance that what's beyond this is the exit.”...
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