If he could, Lu Tao really just wanted to be a gem merchant here, resell the gems here, and then buy a lot of things over there that were not here, such as instant noodles, self-heating hot pot, and snail noodles and the like, and then take these things and exchange them for a lot of gems here, not to mention, I feel happy when I think about it.

Look at what Uncle York said: "Gems are almost the most common kind of stone here, so they are not very valuable, and when I was a child, I was a little interested in these shiny things, not to mention, I have a big box of gems under the bed in my room, and no one wants them there." ”

This is a torture for people who know the value of gemstones, no, they should be self-motivated. What could be more valuable than reselling local products between two places? Especially the local products here are actually precious stones, if he can find another place where the local products are gold, Lu Tao feels that he will be satisfied.

He decided that he must pack a bag of gems when he goes back, and when he leaves this world, he will take this bag of gems with him, and he will have no worries about eating and drinking for the rest of his life, and it doesn't matter if he wants to be a moth.

"Hey, Lu Tao, are you okay? You have been in a daze since the beginning, what happened?" Uncle York looked at Lu Tao with a concerned expression, as if he was worried about whether there was something wrong with Lu Tao's body.

Lu Tao swallowed his saliva and shook his head: "It's okay, I'm fine, but since we've rested, let's move on, the road ahead hasn't been traveled yet, take more time." ”

"Okay, let's move on. ”

Uncle York said, packing the tools that were originally cooking food on the ground, of course, it was Lu Tao who carried these things in the end, after all, Uncle York had old arms and legs, and if he was injured, there was no place to treat it.

The road ahead is still the same, especially after it seems that after passing through the open space just now, the pressure from the top of the head suddenly weakened, as if this area is no longer controlled by the octopus above the head, but Lu Tao did not take it lightly, and still walked forward according to the previous rhythm. Walking and walking, in front of Lu Tao and Uncle York, a tower appeared.

This tower is not the shape that Lu Tao has seen on the grassland, but a very high spire, made of black rock on the outside, almost integrated into the surrounding environment, at first glance, I thought it was a black rock with a strange shape.

If it weren't for this tower, which happened to be in the middle of the way for the two of them to advance, Lu Tao probably wouldn't have taken a second look, but of course he had to look at it now.

The black tower has only one door at the bottom, and there are no windows on the tower.

Lu Tao turned his head to look at Uncle York: "Uncle York, what is this tower for?"

Uncle York looked at the tall minaret, wiped the sweat from his head, and then was silent for a while before he spoke, "...... I don't know, you know, I haven't been here at all. ”

Lu Tao patted his head, he remembered that Uncle York was only stopped at the first level, although he didn't know how Uncle York nailed the octopus on the ground on his head, he dropped the black dragon sword and fled, and ran back to the village directly.

Approaching the black tower, Lu Tao paid attention to the movement of the black dragon sword in his hand, but found that from the top of the black dragon sword, there was no emotion coming out, if it wasn't that the black dragon sword accidentally fell asleep, it was that there was nothing in this tower that was worthy of the black dragon sword's interest.

"Let's go in and have a look?" Lu Tao turned his head to look at Uncle York: "Maybe the crown you are looking for is here." ”

Uncle York nodded: "Maybe I know from the legend and my father, and I didn't tell me the specific whereabouts of the crown, just that he was in the Grand Canyon, but I don't think it's very likely that there is a crown in this tower, because my father must have been here and already climbed this tower." ”

When Lu Tao heard this, he also felt that Uncle York's statement was very reasonable, after all, compared to the first time they came - although Uncle York should have come here for the third time - it was not as good as Uncle York's father, who had been here many times. However, a tall black tower is blocked in the middle of the road, and as long as it is a normal person, I am afraid that everyone wants to go up to see what is inside. Lu Tao is also a normal person, at least most of the time he is a normal person.

The door of the black tower was unlocked, and it opened with a slight push, and it was pitch black inside, except for the light that leaked in through the open door, casting a gray shadow over the place.

Uncle York carried a fire fold with him, and after he lit the fire fold, Lu Tao found that there were metal torches placed on the wall, and if you looked closely, there was still oil in the empty groove above me.

After igniting the oil stored in the grooves of the torches, the torches grew up a thin line of fire, and soon illuminated all the dim places.

The tower on the first floor had nothing in it, only the huge stones in the ground that were spliced together, as if they were originally a whole. Near the tower, there is a staircase that spirals upwards in a circle, and in this floor, the top of the staircase is submerged into a ceiling, and it is unknown what is behind it.

Nodding at Uncle York, Lu Tao took the lead and walked up the stairs, the texture of the stairs is still stone, and after stepping on it, there is no other feeling except for stirring up some dust, and it is impossible to use wooden stairs in the stone tower that suddenly appeared here, otherwise I don't know how many years have passed, and it has probably decayed into a pile of fragments.

The color of the torch spread directly from the first floor to the second floor, illuminating all the corners and corners, Lu Tao was pleasantly surprised to find that the second floor was not nothing, but a table was placed near the wall, and some books of unknown material were stacked on the table.

Walking into the table, Lu Tao also found an oil lamp on the table, and the table and a chair behind it were also made of stone, but there were many traces of axes and chisels, not at all like the other things in this card, which were extremely smooth and smooth, and they didn't look like things that could be born from human hands at all - of course, limited to this world.

Lu Tao lit the oil lamp placed in the corner of the table, then picked up a book from the table, shook the dust covering it, and waited until the dust settled before turning the first page of the book. The pages on these books seem to be made of some kind of animal leather, Lu Tao doesn't know if this is sheepskin, after all, he has never seen what a scroll made of sheepskin looks like, and at the same time, whether there are sheep in this world is still a big problem, at least Lu Tao has been here for so long, and he has not seen a creature similar to a sheep.

After opening the book made of sheepskin, Lu Tao glanced at it, and could only shake his head, and then handed it to Uncle York, who was also curious behind him.

Uncle York carefully took the book handed over by Lu Tao, approached the oil lamp, and began to turn the pages one by one. He looked at it, looked at it from Lu Tao's perspective, and found that Uncle York's hands were trembling, what was going on? Isn't it just a booklet? Need to be so excited?

The next moment, what Uncle York said finally made Lu Tao less suspicious, and finally understood why Uncle York was so excited: "This ...... This is my father's note!"

Lu Tao glanced at Uncle York: "What is your father's note about, about this Grand Canyon and that crown?"

Uncle York nodded excitedly: "That's right, yes, but it's not all about the Grand Canyon and the Crown, my father wrote very messy and messy in his notes, and it feels like he was thinking of something to write, oh, this one is only halfway through." ”

As he spoke, Uncle York took out another copy from the booklets piled up next to him, and flipped through it quickly.