No one knows how the craftsmen of the ancient era built such elaborate tombs underground before the establishment of the Banished Kingdom. The Tohians revered death and believed that death was the beginning of a new life, so things like funerals and the burial of the body after death should not be careless. They asked the world's most dexterous craftsmen, the most delicate designers, to prepare for what they were bound to experience.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, ordinary people with sharp knives and hammers went deep into this deserted and cold underground, and carved everything they could feel in their hearts on every stone through dim torches—the longing for the afterlife, the nostalgia for the living, and the illusion of an inescapable fate. These thoughts, which are neither illusory nor real, are engraved here by craftsmen whose names are destined not to be remembered, waiting for the corrosion of time that cannot be seen endlessly, destined not to feel a ray of sunshine again.

Grisenda stroked the lines of the tomb wall, and she touched the infinite thoughts and tears hidden beneath the ruggedness. With her other hand, Grisenda rubbed the elemental ring she had just taken from her grandfather's bones, feeling the connection between it and some unspeakable power.

"Our family is one of the oldest in the Andalya continent. Grisenda said as if unintentionally, as she stared at the afterlife Elysium depicted on the mural. "There are no ancient books that can trace the ancient history of the Malan family, and even the most knowledgeable people know only one thing – that we and some other extremely old families have created the glorious history of Andalia. ”

Niso stretched out a hand and stroked a stone sculpture in the shape of a goat, and the statue's eyes still shone faintly.

"Eyes made of pearls, it seems that the Tohians are really extravagant. Nisol said softly. "But I don't understand why your grandfather is buried in this Tohian grave?"

"For the sake of humiliation, I think, or for the sake of verification. Grisenda gently held up the purple ring with the strange amethyst in her hand.

"What is humiliated, and what is it proven?"

......

About 20 minutes ago, they had cleared the corridor of all the undead, and finally descended an unknown number of stairs to finally arrive at this elaborately carved room. A heavy sarcophagus was removed, and inside lay a skeleton covered in silver dust.

"I feel ......"

Grisenda uttered this sentence the moment she opened the coffin board.

"Do you feel the breath of the dead?" Nisol saw at a glance that the skeleton had an extremely strange ring on its right index finger. said that this ring was weird, not only because the purple crystal set on this ring was a peerless and rare item, but also because he felt a sense of rejection against him in this ring. He felt uncontrollably afraid, but it quickly dissipated.

"No, I still can't tell...... I can't say a lot of things, but I just know they exist......"

Glicenta reached out her hands and gently took the motionless skeleton's right hand before taking the ring off.

"This ring is a symbol of our family's power, and to bury this ring is to bury the future of our family. The descendants of the Malan family, no matter who they are, as long as they have this ring, they are the patriarchs of this ancient family. She narrowed her eyes slightly. "What I hold in my hand is not only a strange ring, but also the hope of our family's revival. ”

She dusted off the silver dust from the ring, and the purple crystals glittered in the glow of the magic lantern.

A very beautiful light, a very vicious light.

"In order to prevent the corpse from being resurrected as an undead creature after death, it is common to sprinkle some silver dust on the bones when they are buried. Grisenda tried to put the ring on her index finger, but just then, Nisol reached out and stopped her.

"What's wrong?"

Glicenta looked at Nisol quizzically.

Instinct drove Nisol to stop it from happening.

"When we're back on the ground, it's not too late to try the ring again. Nisol swallowed. "There's sunlight on the ground, which is better for you to observe it. ”

Grisenda pouted, lowered her head, and held the ring in her hand.

"You're right, you can't be too anxious, the ancestors will blame. She sighed, turned around again, and looked at the skeleton inside. "Although this ancestor, my grandfather, I have never seen even one......"

......

"What is humiliated, and what is it proven?"

"Thor, that's taboo, Toshia, that means the undead to a certain extent. The burial of my grandfather here is a plan devised by the ugly new forces of House Storme to humiliate our ancient, noble but powerless family. Of course, if they really want to humiliate, then they do it successfully. I barely saw the outside world until I left Storm Fortress......"

"Alright, Grisenda, I think we should be able to go. ”

"Wait a little longer, you've been here with me to see the murals for so long, and it's not too much time. Grisenda leaned her shoulder against the wall, as if thinking about something. "As for the research...... Because there is a legend that our Malan family and other extremely ancient families are inextricably linked to gods such as Thor, the god of death. The burial of my grandfather here is actually to test whether the purebred descendants of the Malan family will be affected by the Grim Reaper, after all, the world of the underworld is deep underground. ”

"Wait, you just said that there are gods like Thor, the god of death, what do you mean, is it the three saints or the eleven saints?"

"Neither, older than these gods...... Of course, it's all just legends. The Eleven Saints are the eleven emperors of the Andarian Empire as believed by the Imperial Church, and the Three Saints only appeared hundreds of years ago when the exiles conquered the island of Varana. And what I call Thor, a god like that, is the other three ancient gods who were said to have become gods along with Thor, the god of death...... Of course...... Of course, even our family knows very little about it. And all I know is a few words from my sister who sneaked into my room in the middle of the night. ”

"I've never heard of it. ”

Glicenta smiled. "Of course, is this kind of knowledge accessible to ordinary people?"

She circled the small room again.

"It's a pity that our ancient families are now only the Malan family, which is on the verge of extinction. ”

Grisenda thought for a moment.

"The demise of the last family was a hundred or two hundred years ago, it seems to be the Miro family...... It is said that the first patriarch of the Miró clan - of course, this man was also an ancient man countless centuries ago - for the first time to refine the pure and controllable magic in nature, becoming the first magician in history. And the descendants of their family also look down on the silent forest of magicians with their incomparable magical talents and strong physical qualities that are not affected by magic. Of course, this family also fell into decay in the end, and the reason is unknown......"

Nisol was silent. He picked up his bow and arrows in his hand, and it took a long time before he slowly opened his mouth.

"Time will end ......"

"Click......"

Grisenda jerked her head up and immediately looked around.

"What sound?"

The slight sound was followed by a shrill sound of stones grinding against stones. The ground began to tremble, dust fell from the heads of the two men, and an ancient gate slowly opened. The stone sculpture beside Niso slowly split in two, a beam of light shining straight through the underworld.

"It's ......"

The two of them looked at the secret door that was inexplicably triggered, and they were both a little surprised.

Grisenda glanced back at Nisol, and the two exchanged opinions in silence before carrying the magic lantern and walking towards the small room where the light was located.

Things will never go this way. A casual secret door trigger doesn't mean it's a lucky thing. People always regard walking and wrestling as bad luck and picking up a gold coin as good luck, but who can tell if they are lucky or not?

Every expedition may not be rewarding, but it will certainly be dangerous. Niso knew this more than Grisendar and was able to take precautions before the invisible dagger appeared. A dark shadow flashed, and the dagger's edge was obscured by a powerful arrow. Nisol had already opened his bow and arrows in advance, blocking the sneak attack on him.

"Be careful, it's a ghost!"

Nisol slung another sword to his string, blocking the ghost's avatar attack a second time.

Grisenda drew her longsword and placed the lantern on the ground.

The vague black shadow was sandwiched between the two at this time, unable to advance or retreat. Every time it attacked, a cold light flashed on its blurred right hand, and a dagger that had turned into a solid one appeared. Nisol could only attack the dagger with arrows when defending, as he knew that he could not do any damage to such ghostly undead creatures without relying on the priest.

"Hiss......"

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Grisenda's forehead at the sight of the vague humanoid ghost, but this time she didn't flinch, but instead grabbed her sword and rushed forward to cut it off.

The shadows flickered for a moment, and then the shadows, which had been split into two parts, overlapped again.

The ghost let out a roar, grasped the dagger, and attacked Grisenda. Glicenta could catch the other man's dagger with great ease, but the flickering wound healed quickly after she found a gap to split the ghost.

"Don't attack, let's go! Without the priest's power, there is no way we can do any harm to the ghosts. ”

"What?" Grisenda bent down slightly, and after dodging the other party's blow, she raised her sword over her shoulder, and with a soft cry, with the power of thunder, turned into a blue-white lightning bolt that passed directly through the ghost's body.

"Hiss......"

The ghost froze for a moment, then coalesced into a physical entity, turned around, and roared at them.

"Let's go!"

The ring that was held in the palm of his hand suddenly gave Grisenda a faint but unusually clear hint.

"Nope. ”

"Why?!"

“...... I don't know...... It's a ring......"

She took out her storage stone from her cloak pocket, urged the magic in it, and took out the thick book of "Moon Sutra".

It was then that the ghost saw the book and looked terrified.

"There's a play!" Grisenda was overjoyed, her left leg bent forward, her right leg kicked behind, and the invisible magic runes on her skin flashed with blue light.

She rushed forward with great speed, slamming the thick book against the ghost's face.

The ghost suddenly became visible in that moment, and Glicenta's sleeve brushed over its body.

"It's now!"

Screaming, the ghost trying to flee from the two was shot through the body by an arrow and froze in place. Grisenda smiled slightly, turned her back, and the blade of the sword drew a beautiful semicircle behind her, and the blue electric light accompanied the incision on the ghost's body, outlining such a charming image.

The tail of the cloak fell on her body, and Glicenta stuck her sword in its scabbard.

The ghost dissipated.

Nisol walked over, and Glicenta smiled at him as if thanking him for his help.

The two walked into the ghost-guarded room, which was small, but surrounded by bookcases against the wall. The dust on the bookcases, and the decayed and illegible books on the bookcases, show the antiquity of this hidden chamber. Even though Grisenda carefully stretched out her index finger and touched one of the books on the bookcase, all the ancient books in the room shattered to the floor.

"I ......"

Grisenda swallowed, gritting her teeth and glancing at Nisol.

"I'm sorry ......"

Nisol dusted off the scraps of books, but his eyes looked at what was the only piece of paper in a piece of powder.

"It's ......"

Grisenda crouched down, and with the lesson she had just learned, she didn't dare to reach out and touch it again.

On this yellowed parchment is a splendid and ornate crown. The caption underneath the crown was unrecognizable to Glicenta, except for one of the largest lines that caught her eye.

"I recognize this symbol, I've seen it before, and I've been explained what it means......" Glicenta recalls some of the basic words of the ancient Andarian language that Gen Dhansur had taught her, including the terrifying name.

"Thor......" she said, "this thing, it's Thor's crown." ”