The dagger, from the ground, is made up of bones, muscles from the corpse of the melted Grand Duke of Dawn. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It contains not only the residual power in the body of the Grand Duke of Dawn, but also the power inspired by the blood magic array.

The former is only a remnant and is not fatal to the 'pole'.

But the latter?

In the past hundred years, the annual 'reinforcement' of the royal family of San Seanda has already made the power of this magic array beyond everyone's imagination.

Not only is it powerful, but it also contains all kinds of miracles.

Even the king of killers among the players can't avoid such a blow.

Bang!

There was a burst in the body of the 'pole' whose heart was pierced, and the whole person burst open.

In the midst of the flying flesh, Reinhold easily avoided such a ripple.

Of course.

After all, it all came from his handiwork.

From the very beginning, Reinhold's strange stealth skills and speed made Reinhold vigilant, so Reinhold had no intention of letting Pole enter the treasure house where the Crown was stored alive.

So, he came up with the plan he just made: at the beginning, the two of them would attack the aborigines of the Burning Marquis together, and then divide the treasure house at the same time.

There is no doubt about this.

Under the premise of having a contract as a constraint, the king of killers among players is completely assured.

And this is the illusion that Reinhold gave the 'pole'.

The contract cannot be violated.

It's not that it's impossible to circumvent, especially when 'he' becomes Reinhold, and it's too easy to circumvent some contractual constraints.

"Idiot."

Reinhold looked at the 'pole' who had been blown up into a puddle of flesh and evaluated it in his heart, and then looked at the Burning Marquis, who was also unscathed in demonic flames all over his body.

"You see, my sincerity is as promised to you."

"You are the only ally of mine."

"Others?"

"It's just outcasts."

Reinhold said with a smile.

"I hope I don't become your outcast."

The Burning Marquis's face flickered in the demonic flames, and his tone was as arrogant as ever.

"How is that possible?"

"Your strength has already been decided by me, and you are my only ally!"

Reinhold said flatteringly.

By this time, the shaking of the ground had completely stopped.

The blood stained with the corpse of Grand Duke Dawn began to dissipate.

The stone floor slowly sank silently, and a staircase appeared in front of Reinhold and the Burning Marquis.

Looking at the staircase that appeared, Reinhold's breathing became rapid.

It's finally time!

A long time of planning, constant changes, but ...... The ultimate winner is mine!

The excitement in Reinhold's heart made him want to dance.

But the faint killing intent exuded by the Burning Marquis beside him always reminded Reinhold of the danger.

There is also a contractual bond between them.

But the 'extreme' that died in his hands is the best proof of this: the contract is not a panacea.

Reinhold didn't want to die.

The closer you get to success, the more dangerous it is, and Reinhold agrees with this statement.

Therefore, Reinhold immediately stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation to the Marquis of Burning.

"You come first."

Reinhold said.

"No, I think it's better for you first."

The Marquis of Burning shook his head.

"Okay."

The Marquis of Flame's answer was completely expected by Reinhold, and he did not hesitate as he spoke, and was about to walk down.

But Reinhold had only taken a step, and the figure of the Burning Marquis had already rushed past him and stepped up the stairs.

Reinhold smiled.

Again, this did not exceed his expectations.

"The more anxious you are, the better it will be for me."

Thinking silently in his heart, Reinhold released a signal that he had been preparing for a long time.

Even if he had great ability, he would not be able to manipulate the secret treasure trove of the Santa Seanda royal family, but the arrangements elsewhere would be possible.

"It's so convenient."

"If I had this identity in the first place, I would have done it all."

"But ......"

"It's not bad now!"

Feeling that the butler had started to activate something as he had arranged, Reinhold couldn't help but let out such an exclamation.

Full of smugness and pride.

With such an exclamation, Reinhold stepped down.

The stairs are not long, there are only more than 30 steps from top to bottom, and the treasure house is also not large, only about 20 square meters, and you can clearly see everything in the treasure house when you stand at the entrance.

But because of this, Reinhold froze where he was.

Because......

The vault is empty.

There is no 'crown'.

There is no 'secret key'.

There are no years of treasure from the royal family of San Seanda.

Nothing but dust.

Reinhold's complacent ambition just now had long since vanished with everything in front of him.

"This, this...... How can it be? ”

"That's right!"

"It must be a secret room!"

"There must be a secret room here!"

Reinhold screamed like madness as he searched for the so-called secret room.

The result, of course, was nothing.

How can something that isn't here come back again?

"What happened?"

"What's going on?!"

"What's going on?!!"

Everything that was about to come to naught was so inexplicably in vain, Reinhold could not accept it, and he suddenly fell silent from his frantic search.

Reinhold forced himself to calm down.

He needed to think about what had gone wrong.

The Burning Marquis on the side was full of murderous intent.

"Do you know what happened to the last person who dared to deceive me like this?"

In the hands of the Burning Marquis, demonic flames were ignited.

The murderous intent and madness hidden inside made Reinhold shiver instantly.

According to the contract, the other party didn't get what he wanted, and there was no need to have any scruples about killing him at this time.

"I didn't mean to lie to you."

"Not even that thought."

"I can swear to you, I have no idea why this place is like this."

"And, don't you wonder why it's like this?"

"The legend that the Burning Family has a 'crown', which is a fact and cannot be changed, but there is no 'crown' here, so ......"

"Where's the crown?"

Reinhold straightened and tried to explain to the Marquis of Burning.

It was an attitude that he hoped to gain the trust of the Marquis of Burning.

Of course, Reinhold prepared for the worst.

But to Reinhold's surprise, just as he finished speaking, an answer came from above his head.

"The tiara is naturally in the hands of the royal family of San Theanda."

With the voice, an elderly man walked down.

Seeing this old man, Reinhold and the Marquis of Burning were stunned at the same time, and the former exclaimed even more.

"St. Seanda XI?!"