Underneath the cold, heavy lake, the ice dragon swam nimbly like a giant fish, and Kormit, dragged by its tail, flung it around, but did not even have time to dizzy. He watched intently at everything that passed by him—the lost treasures, the broken statues, the gem fish that flew through them, the light of the little fire dragon that refracted the changing light in the water...... And what he hadn't noticed before, the dark golden lines embedded in the black rock wall like waves, winding and undulating, as if they could transform into forms at any time and swim with them.

The dragon's lair looked like it had suffered some devastating disaster, as broken as a smashed toy. The fragmented rocks are stacked and intertwined, cutting the originally vast space into fragments, like a labyrinth. Kurmit didn't know how Iss found the right path from it, and in the last section, it even had to turn back into a human form to squeeze through, and the ice hockey that protected Kormit naturally ceased to exist.

He held his breath and was dragged by Is, and when he finally got out of the water, his chest was about to burst, and there were clouds of black mist floating in front of him, and he was lying on the stone and breathing greedily with his mouth wide open, and it took a while to recover.

They seemed to be on a higher level, and the deepest part of the current was only over their calves. When the line of sight became clear, the blacksmith could clearly see the golden veins on the rock he was holding, and no matter how "mature and steady" he was, he couldn't help but touch it excitedly.

"It's ...... Is it gold?" he asked Is.

"Adamantite. Isis replied, undisguised pride and jealousy mixed into a complicated look on his face, "Countless times more valuable than gold." ”

Countless times - the blacksmith struggled to understand the meaning of the word, looking left and right. For a time, this incalculable wealth actually made the man who had all his property add up to only more than two hundred gold coins when he was the richest a little confused.

"Can I ......," he asked cautiously.

He didn't have much desire for wealth, but why didn't he need it? If he wasn't really poor, he didn't really want to expose his power so early, and chose to cooperate with His Majesty, who seemed to him to be a little out of tune.

"Why not?" Iss looked at him with a strange look, "Isn't the last step in the adventure a division of the spoils?"

The blacksmith was silent for a moment.

"But I didn't do anything. He said.

He's just been dragged around and dragged around.

"You found the clue. "I can give it to you...... Tenth. ”

The blacksmith glanced at him and realized that he was actually serious...... Although he probably didn't think about how the "tenth" should be divided.

He couldn't help but laugh, nodded his head and accepted the assignment, and suddenly felt like he was richer than the rest of the country - God knows, he just wanted to pry something and take it away!

"Also," Is's tone was a little awkward, "if you could...... Do me a favor and I'll give you a little more. ”

Kormit didn't think he needed more, but it was a rare thing for a dragon to be able to ask for help, and for the dragon in front of him, it was another kind of progress that could be encouraged.

"What are you going to do?" he asked cheerfully.

“...... Spell stones. Iss replied gloomily.

He pointed to the corner of the cavern, where the little fire dragon was flying merrily, and the ground shimmered and reflected the fire, which did not seem to be water.

It's a little higher, still damp but not waterlogged. Kormit walked over with Is, looked at the mess that seemed to have been shattered by some great force, and crouched down to pick up a piece of rubble.

It was heavy, the section was extremely smooth, it felt more like metal, not as black as obsidian, and it took on a strange leaden gray in the firelight, one side was carved with indistinguishable lines, the nicks were extremely deep, and there were some traces of dark gold, as if it had been filled with gold dust.

He put the gravel back in its place. Isis had actually spelled out a small part, but the runes he never seemed to have seen before.

"It's ...... An altar?" he always had a little bit of a whistling for something like that.

"A circle. Isis corrected, "In order to trap ...... Something dangerous. ”

The blacksmith was secretly relieved, but a little embarrassed.

"I can actually spell it myself. "It's just going to take a little time." ”

Moreover, he has long lost the virtue of "patience" when he was a simple human boy who learned to work as a carpenter with Allen.

Fortunately, there is a blacksmith here, and the virtues of craftsmen are always the same.

Kormit silently choked back, "I'm not too good at this." He didn't recognize the strange runes, but the cracks in the stone looked new, and it should be ...... to put them back together based on the shape of the sections It's not difficult, right?

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As the finale of an adventure, the work in hand is simply desperately boring. They were still in the mood to talk about it, wondering why Scott had smashed the circle on purpose—it could only be Scott.

"If you want to destroy it completely, why not burn it. The blacksmith was a little confused.

"This thing," Isis struck the ground with a piece of rubble, the sound between stone and metal was very pleasant, "it has been tempered by extreme flames, even if it is ...... A flame dragon can't let it melt again. ”

"This ...... Isn't it worth a lot of money, too?" Kurmit blurted out, raising his hands in Is's strange eyes, "Well, I didn't want that. ”

Really, he was already satisfied that he could pry away a few pieces of pure gold that were "countless times more valuable than gold".

"There's nothing wrong with that, if you want. "But this thing is of little use other than being able to withstand high temperatures, and it is difficult to be shaped into other shapes when broken like this, and there are very few people who really have the ability and need to use it......"

He stopped abruptly, thoughtful.

"'Being able to withstand the heat,'" Comit repeated, "is also very useful." ”

Although the meaning of this "useful" made the root of his tongue bitter.

Is's fingers clenched as he gripped the stones—a dragon's promise that could not be taken back, but he had just realized that the stones were useful...... And he should be able to use it too.

"I really didn't want it. Kormit repeated again, squinting at the two pieces of rubble that he had successfully put together, "Speaking of which, didn't Scott find out?...... He should have thrown them somewhere no one could find them, or simply let the whole mountain collapse. ”

“...... Maybe he didn't find out. Isis picked up the conversation softly, "Maybe he wasn't here for this circle in the first place. ”