Hearing this, Alan nodded at Clark, did not refuse hypocritically, and walked up directly.

He walked straight to the nearest chest.

It is an oak chest with an iron edge carved with a silver plaque in the center of the lid, which has not lost its luster with the passage of time.

The silver medal is engraved with the coat of arms of the Clark family: on an oval shield, a wand with stripes and clouds of various shapes erupts from the top.

On both sides of the box, there are rings, and each part is carved with openwork, reflecting the fashion of the year.

In such a situation, even the most ordinary metal, after artistic processing, becomes precious.

There is no doubt that the treasure is inside.

How amazing will the wealth of such a carefully and carefully designed hidden treasure room be?

Alan lifted the lid of the box, revealing its contents in an instant.

Alan felt dizzy for a moment, he clenched his wand and closed his eyes like a child.

In the sea of consciousness, he seemed to be looking at the imaginary night sky, seeing more stars than the brilliant starry sky.

Then he opened his eyes and was immediately dazzled.

The chest is divided into three compartments.

The first compartment is filled with bright gold coins.

The second grid, neatly stacked with gold bar blanks, but its value is all in fineness and weight.

The third slot is only half full. Alan grabbed a full handful of diamonds, pearls, and rubies, flowing down his fingertips like a crystalline waterfall, making the crisp sound of hail hitting the glass.

Needless to say, you can see that these treasures are invaluable.

Even a furry boy from the countryside will scream and scream and go straight to the nearest hut.

When a barbarian finds these soul-shattering treasures, he will also lie on the ground and prostrate himself.

Although Eren possessed the Philosopher's Stone, he was still dazzled by the brilliant light emanating from these treasures.

Alan rubbed the treasures repeatedly, his trembling hands inserting pearls and diamonds.

Their value is immeasurable, enough to make anyone swoon.

No matter who you are, as long as you have this wealth, you don't have to work hard anymore, you can never worry about food, clothing, carefree, and live a happy life.

Alan forcibly suppressed his urge to dance, closed the lid, and hid the dazzling golden light.

Alan realized that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to increase the Harris family's wealth in an open and honest way.

Treasures are stored without generating more value, and only by fully using them and utilizing them can we create more opportunities and create more wealth for our owners.

Alan settled his mind and walked to the second large box.

He couldn't wait to lift the lid of the box, and it turned out to-

A puff of black smoke erupted.

Alan was shocked and subconsciously held his breath.

Seeing this, Clark couldn't help but laugh on the side.

Alan was finally sure that the black smoke was no harm to him.

Because they're just moldy, spoiled herbs.

Seeing the medicinal herbs such as salamander blood, two-eared grass, and biting kale, which could no longer be used, Alan regretfully stopped digging through them.

However, this regret is not strong.

Although these materials are precious, they are not rare.

Mr. Harris, Albert, and Lun, who work in the Ministry of Magic, have complete access to the same level of medicinal herbs.

It's just that they couldn't afford to pay the price before, and now-

Allen's eyes lit up and he glanced at the first large box again.

And the last bite of the box, hopefully it will be something useful.

Alan made steady strides towards the farthest box.

Knowing the lessons of the previous car, Alan pulled the lid sideways a little further away from the box.

Surprisingly, there are several small boxes in this large box!

Alan picked up the top box.

The boxes were fluttering, and Alan looked closely, and these small boxes were actually made of precious Mithril!

He couldn't help but look forward to the contents of the box.

Alan gently opened the box, and his eyes instantly burst with joy.

He quickly closed the small box, then rummaged through the others.

After checking it all, Alan couldn't help but get down on his knees, his spasmodic hands holding down his beating heart and muttering prayers.

And that prayer, I'm afraid, only Merlin could understand.

These small boxes are all medicinal herbs.

It is an intact medicinal herb!

Extremely precious medicinal herbs!

What Eren lacks, which can be used to make enchantment potions, and some of the attribute potions from Potions Master Welto's book, several of which are now difficult to find rare herbs!

Although they were not very large, they were enough to make Alan rejoice.

After a long time, Alan felt a little calmer and more happy, and he began to believe in his good fortune.

Alan put the boxes in his storage compartment.

He was about to step away, but suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the ground of the last box he had just removed.

Alan always felt that there was something unusual about that floor.

It seems to be a little thicker than the others, although the difference is very subtle.

Alan reached out with his hands and touched a cold iron ring.

However, there was nothing there.

Alan didn't stop doing anything, and reached out and pulled the hoop.

In an instant, he entered another room.

The room was not large, with rows of bookshelves rising from floor to ceiling, containing old books.

In the center of the room sat a large dark wooden table, on which lay a thin pamphlet, with pages that had been turned over.

It seems that the owner went in a hurry and did not have time to close it.

Curious, Alan stepped forward and picked up the book, "Illusion Magic Beyond Your Imagination".

Alan opened the book and quickly immersed himself in it.

When Alan closed the book, he couldn't help but sigh again about his good fortune, all the items he had obtained in this secret room before were perhaps not as precious as this book.

It is a record of the magic that the Clark family does best—illusion-making magic.

By the time Alan left the chamber full of harvest and satisfaction, Clark was standing in the transparent chamber, as if he was contemplating and emptying himself.

The sunlight shone through her body into the room, making her immature and beautiful figure like a long and vague memory, like a contemplative sunset, like a morning light in silence, and there was nothing but beautiful purity.

"It seems that you have been inherited by our family, and we hope you can put it to good use and carry forward the magic of illusions. Clark said softly.

Alan looked straight and nodded in agreement.