On the side of the silent corridor, all of a sudden, a slit quietly split open in the wall. Then it further retracted to one side, producing a squeaky sound, forming a pitch-black entrance.
Next, a figure tentatively emerged from the opening, short in stature with a pair of round, shifty eyes. The figure lowered his head to take out a matchbox, struck it, and a dazzling blaze lit up in the darkness, revealing the chubby face of a Papalarian.
He cautiously looked around and muttered, "There's actually a secret passage here."
The light from the match dimmed and then went out.
"But which way should I go now?" he mumbled, "What did that Alchemist say again, chapel, basement, central schoolhouse, kitchen, kitchen...?"
"Shoot, not very lucky, can't remember," the Papalarian moved his fingers, talking to himself in confusion, "Did he mention the kitchen? It sounds familiar, must have mentioned it, maybe I should check the kitchen out, it must be a big dining hall—"
