"Only one?"

My blood was almost cooled by the sudden words.

"Are you a little too picky?" I decided to use the motivator technique to motivate him to increase his salary.

However......

"Don't try to provoke me with words, it won't work," Fred Alexander said with a laugh.

The intention was made clear by him, and I had to face the reality with my head down.

"Don't be discouraged, don't feel at a loss," Alexander said, "I have seen the location of the mausoleum, near one of the palaces where I lived, and since it was used to bury my body, there must be countless rare treasures in it, and if the executive officer who buried me had not disobeyed my will, it is likely that the mausoleum would contain something more precious than rare treasures, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is even priceless." ”

"Priceless treasures?"

Pinching my chin, I started to.

What could it be called priceless by Fleide Alexander?

Could it be that it is a huge number of ancient written records?

Oh, no, he also said earlier that most of the ancient writings have been lost, and now on the surface, the only ones that have been officially affirmed are those in the forbidden land of Fort Vechio.

If it wasn't ancient writing, could it be other ancient civilizations left behind?

After all, even if it suffers devastating destruction, the once glorious ancient civilization will not be left at all.

Even if there is only a small trace left, it can greatly advance the overall pace of the current world.

Thinking of this, I suddenly wondered, since the ancient civilization was so prosperous, brilliant and dazzling, and incomparably powerful, what kind of disaster did it encounter before it was forced to move towards the end of destruction?

Alexander was silent for a few seconds, and then said slowly: "I don't know the specific situation, but there are sporadic records in ancient documents. ”

"What did you say?" I couldn't wait to ask.

"Ancient civilization was destroyed at the head of the three great disasters of the dungeon."

Silence quickly enveloped us, and even the birdsong and insects seemed to stop at this moment.

I really can't imagine the level of calamity that the first of the three great calamities of the dungeon city could be able to destroy the most brilliant ancient civilization, and even those ancient races that are so powerful that they cannot escape the shadow of annihilation.

I can even imagine the terrible scene of the Zephyr Continent being desolate after the catastrophe, leaving only the goblins shivering.

It's terrible, it's terrible, it's a catastrophe, what a huge long-legged octopus, what a turtle with a volcano on its back, and even Dirighi, in front of it, is not worth mentioning.

After being silent for a long time, Alexander's voice came from the microphone: "Are you okay?" ”

After hesitating for a few seconds, I said slowly, "It's okay." ”

"Can I ask you a question?" After a pause, I asked, "In addition to what you said, are there any other records about the first of the three great disasters in the dungeon?" ”

"No," Alexander said, "If there were, maybe even our goblin clan would suffer a catastrophe." ”

After hanging up the call, I silently came to the side of the mausoleum, sat on a protruding boulder, and quietly thought about what the head of the three major disasters of the dungeon would look like.

In fact, it is also in vain, I don't even know how far the ancient civilization has reached, and what basis is there to guess the intensity of the first disaster?

At best, it's just a means to pass the time of boredom.

The gravedigging army sent by the Orc King has finally arrived, and in addition to the four descendants of legendary heroes who lead the way, the first to walk is the Orc King's eldest son, Fergus Illidan, and Cagalli's third sister, Fergus Emma.

The eldest brother and eldest sister-in-law came hand in hand, and this battle was really strong enough.

To be honest, I always thought that the orc king would send a certain nobleman or distant relative to carry out this task at most, after all, digging a tomb is both dangerous and unpopular.

Hundreds of people came up to me, and I took the lead in stepping forward and greeted, "It's really a great honor to be here to be Lord Fergus Illidan, the head of the Iron Wolf Guild, and Lord Fergus Emma, the chief of the adventurer base. ”

"Where, where" Fergus Emma said with a smile: "As a brother-in-law, even if my father is in person, it is not an exaggeration, but in recent times, my father's government affairs are cumbersome, and I can't get rid of him, so I have to send us to carry out the task. ”

"How dare you," I said with a smile: "It is already a great honor for the two of you to come hand in hand, so how can it be compared to others?" ”

"That's enough" Fergus Illidan waved his hand and said, "It's all a family, don't fake greetings and keep talking, it's important to get down to business." ”

"Order."

I answered, and stepped into the graveyard first.

Although Fergus Illidan was born into the royal family, he was not interested in creating art such as mural reliefs, and his journey was very boring.

Fergus Emma, on the other hand, looked very interested, and every time he walked in front of a relief, he would stop and admire it for a long time.

I saw that the two men were too far apart, so I had to tell Emma not to touch the relief, and then hurried to follow Illidan.

But he didn't go far, Illidan also stopped, and he stared at the dragon cannon, showing a look of great interest.

After a long time, he asked, "What is this?" ”

"Cannon," I said.

"I knew it was a cannon," he stressed, "and I was asking for its name." ”

I spread my hands: "I don't know, or you can name it." ”

"That's a good idea," Illidan stretched out his hand, lightly touched the faucet cannon, thought for a moment, and then asked me, "What does the cannonball look like?" ”

"It's fire," I said, "and it breathes fire." ”

"Then call it the dragon cannon," Illidan said in a loud voice.

"It's okay," I nodded, "It's quite vivid." ”

Illidan was quite dissatisfied with my evaluation, he was a high-spirited man, he liked to listen to the flattery of others, and he did not like my decent evaluation.

"Why don't you name it, brother-in-law?" Illidan looked unkind.

I spread my hands again and said nonchalantly, "Seriously, I'm not interested in naming such a thing. ”

"And what are you interested in?" Illidan asked, "Is it worth it?" ”

"You're right," I snapped my fingers and admitted.

Illidan laughed: "I really don't see that you, who are sitting on countless wealth, are still so concerned about money?" ”

"No, no, no," I shook my head again and again, "You think about it, the value I mean is not its price, but its use, and the power it can show." ”

After listening to my explanation, Illidan restrained his contempt, his eyes lit up, and he asked me, "So, can you tell me what you think is the value of this cannon?" ”

(End of chapter)