Chapter 33 Ancient Town
Roy squatting in jail now looks particularly miserable. Not to mention his disheveled hair, there are still some scars caused by physical torture on his body. It can be seen that Hill has brought someone here for interrogation not long ago.
However, he was in good spirits, he noticed the sound and the fire, and he had the time to flick his bangs out of his eyes.
"Oh? Is there something different today?"
He looked Lord Leon up and down and sneered:
"Does a corrupt noble like you have any ability to make me speak?"
"Shut up! This is the Lord of Leon Territory. You are lucky to meet this Lord with your status. Be careful with your words!"
"Haha, I've seen too many nobles. Does a little lord from a remote country want to scare me?"
Roy's eyes shone like a wild wolf in the darkness:
"You have done a lot of illegal things for profit. There is no need to deny it. You corrupt nobles all have the same temperament. I can recognize it at a glance."
In normal times, Lord Leon would have been furious, but now the anger in his heart was like a quietly burning flame.
He ignored Roy's teasing and approached the railing and said: "There are still fifteen minutes until the guards come back. No one else knows what we are saying here."
Seeing what Lord Leon said, Roy immediately stopped joking.
"Then, what does the Lord want to do with me as a prisoner?"
"I know what you're here for."
These words gave Roy a sudden shock, but he still pretended to be relaxed and said:
"Yeah?"
"Before you came to Leon's territory, someone sent me a letter. I know what you were ordered to find, and I am very sure that that thing is probably in Viola's hands now."
Roy narrowed his eyes and looked at Lord Leon's face.
He was neither happy nor sad, but he was filled with determination.
"So, you're saying we have a common enemy?"
"That's right."
"You need to take the territory back from the princess, and I need to go home with the mission items, preferably with Princess Viola's head. That's good, but..."
Roy lowered his head and showed his body:
"As you can see, I am still seriously injured. Even without these chains, I can't walk far at all."
"That's not a problem."
Lord Leon took out a small red bottle the size of a palm from his arms. Roy looked at it and said in surprise:
"Powerful healing potion? I never thought that a country lord like you would have such a good thing."
"Since you know it, you should know that it can cure all your injuries in a few minutes. So, what's your answer?"
Roy did not agree immediately, but thought about it for a moment, then looked up at the lord:
"Do you have a plan?"
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Year 648 of the Demon King's Calendar.
April 11th, morning.
Zora, who is far away in the ruins of an underground town in the mythical age, received a signal from the Demon King God, indicating that you can continue on your way.
Everyone stepped on the slippery carpet and moss and officially entered this ancient building complex.
"Is your Majesty telling you the route?"
Zoya turned left without hesitation at the intersection, as if she knew the way here.
"Well, Your Majesty's voice echoes in my heart."
Zola also took out a notepad, and every time he passed an intersection, he would leave a simple illustration with a charcoal sketch.
Zhuo Ya pointed to a stone slab in the middle of the road and said:
"I see that the ground in front of me is unnatural. It might be a trap." A knight of the Guards took off his scabbard and poked at it. Then he saw that most of the road surface had fallen away, leaving a square pit.
"This place doesn't welcome outsiders..."
"Your Majesty also said that there are many traps and told us to be careful."
"Are you originally an adventurer? I think it seems like a habit for you to take notes."
"Due to my family relationship, I had a lot of contact with adventurers when I was a child. The habit of taking notes was developed at that time."
This habit of adventurers is to prevent themselves from forgetting or missing something valuable. Memory is never as reliable as a bad pen.
It doesn't matter if most people forget some details. If adventurers ignore details, they will easily die suddenly during the adventure.
"Your Majesty said that there is a large amount of treasure in the deepest part. It is impossible for just a few of us to move it. Leaving a route will also make it easier to call the soldiers over to move it."
While talking, everyone passed through two alleys, and then Zola led the people to turn right.
Their current location was on the edge of the town, with the cave entrance where they came in vaguely visible, and not far away was the river that led directly to the sea.
At this time, there was a circular terrace on the side of the road next to the river. Druid Al couldn't wait to get closer when he saw it.
"This is the Circle! A place where people from the mythical age worshiped nature!"
She gently stroked the stones that had turned into ruins, as if feeling the ancient spirit of nature.
"Unfortunately, the salt content here is too high, and the ancient words on it are completely unclear."
Druids are equivalent to, but not exclusively, clerics of nature deities.
There are some druids who worship the laws of nature more, and Al, the druid who came to hunt for treasure, is one of them.
They have a natural affinity for places that worshiped nature in ancient times, believing that they were the early intimate contact between the sparks of civilization and nature. Such places are considered holy places to them.
So it's not that we can't understand Al's excitement.
Zola said understandingly:
“We can stay here for a few minutes.”
"Thank you so much!"
Al gave a small cheer and carefully inspected every crack and mark in the ring, as if he were doing archaeology.
But at this time, Zoya, who had been alert to the surroundings, suddenly took the bow off her back:
"I felt a cold breath, maybe something was approaching."
Zola was recording everything he saw. Hearing this, he immediately put away his notebook and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
The surrounding area suddenly became quiet, except for the rushing sound of the underground river and the breathing of everyone.
"Here!"
Zola turned around without warning and struck with his sword.
A scream like a roaring wind was heard in the air, and an almost translucent humanoid figure was chopped out of the air.
It was like a signal. One after another, densely packed translucent figures emerged from the air, crowding into everyone's field of vision. They seemed to float without weight, and their faces were completely blurred. Only one could be seen. Terrible mouth.
"It's a ghost, change it to a silver sword!"
Ordinary weapons cannot cause damage to ghosts, and generally can only rely on magic and magical weapons, but Silver is an exception.
It is a kind of sacred metal. Silver-plated swords are not as good as pure steel swords, but they can be used to deal with evil creatures.
The other two knights of the guard immediately changed hands and pulled out another sword. They saw the incoming ghost and swung it fiercely. The translucent ghost immediately screamed and shattered and disappeared.
This also made the ghosts surrounding everyone seem to be enraged, and they rushed over in unison, like a neat wall.
"Inject magic arrows!"
Almost unable to see clearly the movements of his hands, Zoya quickly shot three arrows, immediately blasting a hole in the ghost's circle.
Then she drew an arrow and did not put it on the longbow. Instead, she held a dagger, spinning and jumping, more like a beautiful and deadly dance.
(End of chapter)