Although this unknown person died in an unknown way, and he didn't even have a will, causing countless alpacas to gallop past in Allen's heart, it didn't affect his mood to find the loot at all - finally (?) won the battle, how could the other party's magic equipment be easily given up?

In the spirit of wasting shame, Alan picked up the stick as soon as possible.

Well, its appearance is not good, and there is even a gap below, it is like being knocked out of a stone, take it and match it with a broken bowl, and you can go all over the world from now on.

There's no need for it, but there's no doubt that it's a treasure - I just don't know when it's handed down.

Due to geographical relations, the wands used by wizards in various magical worlds are different, and Uganda even uses his hand as a wand directly, so it is feasible to call the wooden stick in front of him a wand. The only regret is that although it looks like a good thing and a good material, it is not suitable for Alan.

Wizards and wands are mutually chosen, from the beginning of school to the present, Allen's pursuit and position have not changed, and his wand has been serving him loyally, and has been doing a good job, so even if this stick is strong, and even if it may become stronger after Mr. Ollivander processes it, it will not affect Allen's choice - well, it's so capricious!

So, this extremely powerful wooden stick was thrown into the bag by Alan with a snap, and it was reduced to something in exchange for Galleon.

Very good, next piece.

The second thing I found was a tattered straw bag with several magic traps on it, but they were all trivial.

Although the space folding spell is not the standard configuration of wizards, it is obviously not qualified to mix with Allen's level and they can't master this spell - given that the other party claims to have been here for more than two hundred years, then there is no doubt that all of the other party's belongings should be here.

The first time he happily opened the bag, Alan threw the bag out directly, and his heart once again leaped over countless divine beasts.

There is still a big difference between a wizard and a cultivator, after all, they can't open the valley, and it is still quite necessary to eat, drink, and sleep - and although his plan cannot be interrupted at will, it can definitely be left when the absorption process stabilizes, similar to the compound potion to boil for a month.

People have three urgencies - when he couldn't leave, this old bastard invented an artifact like never before。。。。。。

Anyway, Allen's heart is broken and desperate - some people will disgust you when they die, but you are helpless against him - the other party is dead, what can you do with him?

After feeling bad luck in his heart, Alan cautiously struck again - this time there was nothing wrong with this bag made of deerskin, right?

After a few moments, he put down the bag again—it contained pieces of dried meat and water, and it would probably be a long time before the other party went out to replenish the food, so it was all kept.

He felt a little sorry for this unknown opponent, the other party worked so hard, why did he lose without letting go of any big moves!

This is simply a dead eye, the head cantilever cone thorn stock is estimated to have not passed a few comfortable days in the past two hundred years, but so many years of hard work have all come to naught, and he has been working hard for so many years.

The old man was distressed in his mouth and heart, but the movements in Allen's hands did not stop - time is money, friend.

Well, the last bag - he didn't run away this time, and if he made a mistake this time, he would be really crazy.

Patiently opened the magic on the bag, and the contents were carefully pulled out by Allen.

First of all, there is a large pile of paper - on top is the diary of this wizard, leave him alone, although the information in it is valuable, but put it aside for now.

Change of clothes - roll coarse, a bad old man's clothes who is interested.

A shriveled money bag that makes people doubt life - the gold galleons in it can be counted in one hand, and Sico and Nat together are not enough for one galleon.

And then - no more.

Not even a single nat is gone—it's just that poor.

The bag was empty, and the rats had to cry and run out when they came.

Reluctantly, Alan began to quickly flip through his notes—perhaps the old man was afraid that he had forgotten to write them down.

As a result, it's okay not to look at it, but when I look at him, my eyes start to keep rolling - purely angry.

Except for the real magic items, other disposable items will expire in a few years, just like ordinary invisibility cloaks - and those real magic items are considered family heirlooms and cannot be easily outflowed.

At first, the old man had a magic item - alas, he sold it.

Two hundred years of living expenses is not a small amount, and he has nowhere to make gold all these years, and as for grabbing something that will attract the attention of others, he will not do it until he succeeds.

He was born into three serving families, and by the time he was born, the other two had already died - and despite his very different talents, the magic of his family in this environment was not enough to meet his needs to become powerful.

Why did you want to become stronger, etc., and the bloody family content Alan chose to ignore it, anyway, when he got to the back, he began to play the idea of this tomb - since the family was still strong at that time, he had to find another way - and then it was obvious that he succeeded.

Half of his statement was true and half false—the adults in the tomb were also trying to resurrect with the power of Yagi, and he had a flash of inspiration and cut off this power - the magic props on the shelves were used by him to become a secondary channel.

Every six months, he would go out to replenish his food, but his money was quickly spent - in order not to disturb anyone, he even hid from his clansmen, so he didn't know that the clansmen were dead, causing the few treasures that had been passed down in the family to cheapen the fox.

In order to survive, he had to sell the only magic items he could use - and then hold on for so long.

Then, with his hard work, tenacity, and self-improvement, he hung up.

It's a sad story.

In this regard, Alan couldn't say anything but the groove - his hands were too dark this time, and the treasure chest did not fall.

And the magic props placed over there in front of him are all watched by everyone, unless he hacks his teammates, otherwise there is no way to take them - at present, Alan does not want to do the plan to hack his teammates, which violates the bottom line he set for himself at the beginning, especially the fox is still something he must keep. Although it seems that it is only a little more than a little, it may be more excessive to do this once and next time, and he will definitely not take the initiative to break it.

"Poor ghost!"

Alan walked angrily over to the pile of stones—it was the last thing of value.