Chapter 535: Jade Hand Box (Page 1/1)

Sherlock looked at the short flowing brown hair and the smile under the hair, and couldn't help but quip, "Did anyone tell you that you look good when you smile!" ”

"Yes, and a lot!" Celine also played a long note on many words, she didn't want the other party to succeed, "Also, my magic is enough to support it, but if you don't go in again, I'm afraid Samagal will suspect the two of us of eloping." ”

"I'll go!" Sherlock exclaimed, finally remembering that now was not the time to play with literature, and immediately burrowed into the portal.

Seeing the other party's figure disappear, Celine closed the portal with a wave of her hand, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared, muttering to herself: "I hope we can meet again, friend!" ”

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in the room.

"If you don't come in again, I'll suspect that you were abducted by Celine's little girl!" Samagar said without looking back.

"You know she's leaving!"

"Isn't the result obvious?"

Hearing this, Sherlock also reacted, the portals had disappeared, and Celine hadn't come in yet, so there was really no need to guess.

The three of them have also experienced a lot, and after sighing for a while, they focused their attention on the jade hand box in the center of the room.

The appearance is exactly the same as Jinping's description, and it should be the chest that holds the treasure of Imuk.

"Celine couldn't have left at the right time!" Sherlock looked at it for a long time and didn't notice any mechanism on the box.

There are no guards in the room, and there is no secret grid, and such a precious treasure is only guarded by the outer door and the space shielding enchantment, which is a bit too simple.

Years of experience and understanding of the Forgotten Realms game have taught him that it's never going to be that simple.

He was about to turn his head to ask the other two for their opinions, when a silver light flashed in front of his eyes.

I saw a silver crow stop on Samagar's shoulder, and the hollow silver pupils were emitting bursts of silver light.

"I saw it!" Samagal said excitedly, and then rushed forward with a brisk step, grabbing the jade hand box.

A random flash of light flashed and the room turned white.

When everyone regained their gaze, Sherlock found that the room they were in had suddenly quadrupled in size, and in the center of the room, a total of eight jade hand boxes appeared.

"What's the matter, hasn't the captain already picked up the box?" Bantefer exclaimed.

"It shouldn't be an illusion." Samagal squeezed his hand, recalling the touch of the box disappearing from his hand just now, it was very real.

Moreover, his prescient eye clearly saw that Sherlock opened the box directly, which is why he stepped forward with such confidence.

Could it be that the Eye of Foreknowledge was wrong again, or did it mean that the prophesied Child of Destiny could open this box, he thought to himself, and his eyes unconsciously looked to the side.

Sherlock also thinks it's an illusion, as his vision of truth and reading glasses don't show any anomalies or flaws.

"Did you find a problem?" He saw Samagar's eyes.

"No, but we can try again!" After Samagar finished speaking, he once again activated his prescient eye.

This time, the picture is almost the same, this druid picked the box in the lower left corner, and opened it smoothly again.

"That one!"

Following the direction of his finger, Sherlock walked over, made sure he was correct, and reached out.

It is a long, narrow box, about five feet long and about two feet wide.

The surface of the cabinet is composed of black and white, and the pattern of these two solid colors is full of a balanced beauty, but if you look closely, you can feel an inexplicable palpitation, as if you are about to die.

No, death can't describe the feeling, it's a great panic that your existence as a person is about to be completely wiped out.

"Whew-" Sherlock turned his head away, then took a deep breath in an attempt to distract himself.

He was afraid that if he continued to look like this, his spirit would really collapse.

"Don't be nervous, you can do it!" Samagar comforted from the sidelines.

The two NPCs didn't react at all, just like he was a player who saw Night Shadow, Sherlock felt ashamed in his heart, and he didn't hesitate any longer, grabbing the jade hand box in front of him.

Then the white light flashed, and everything was back to the way it was before.

It's just that the room in front of me has doubled in size again, and the jade hand boxes on the ground have also become 64.

"It doesn't look like I can." He said, spreading his hands.

"No way, I saw it." Samagar said incredulously.

It is inevitable to be wrong once, but it is impossible for him to see such a clear picture twice in a row, and in the end he is still wrong.

There must be something wrong with this, interfering with his ability to preserve, or......

Changed the established future!

"Sherlock, do you have any special items that you haven't used, especially those related to fate?" Samagar asked.

The only thing that can change the future is fate, and if Sherlock is a child of fate as prophesied, then he should be able to move freely from the torrent of fate.

"Fate......" Sherlock muttered quietly.

There is really no shortage of props in his body, whether it is the Lucky Hammer or the black yarn, or the seed of fate bred in the Gem of Hope, they are all closely related to this fate.

The first two are just a single force of luck and bad luck, and perhaps they don't have much effect.

But that seed of fate, judging from its experience on Night Star Island, clearly possesses the power of complete destiny, and its ability can even affect an entire island, dividing countless fate trajectories.

Thinking so, he took out the three-color gem from the spatial ring.

I haven't seen it for a while, and the seed in the hope gem has unknowingly grown two shoots, one black and one white.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, he stepped forward again according to Samagar's instructions.

Maybe it was the protection of the seed of fate, no matter how much he looked at these boxes this time, he didn't have the same panic in his heart as before, but a mysterious but somewhat familiar feeling constantly surrounded his consciousness.

Where does this familiarity come from?

As that sense of mystery eroded, Sherlock finally remembered that it was the alternating feeling of reality and fiction every time he left the game and took off his helmet.

Sometimes, he is also speechless about the system of the Forgotten Realm, what is it bad for you to improve it with this computing power, and what is the use of fixing these imaginary things all day long.

Oh, it seems that the Forgotten Realm is not perfect.

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