The topic of the resurrection of the evil dragon passed quickly.

The next step is to deal with the coffin.

Opening the coffin is risky, and it is likely that the corpse inside will quickly oxidize, decay, and then turn into a white skeleton and a half-coffin of dark corpse water.

This scene is a kind of extreme challenge to the psychological endurance, I am afraid that several elderly people here will not be able to stand the stimulation, and they will be scared of heart disease on the spot, or it is unlikely that they will faint, but at least the lunch and dinner of the day will definitely not be able to eat, and the wine is estimated to wait a month before daring to touch it.

Moreover, the owner of the corpse, Fred Alexander, certainly did not want to see such a tragic scene.

"So, what is going to happen to the coffin?" Master Dewey was the first to ask: "Your Highness Alexander, what do you think about this?" ”

Fred Alexander was deep in thought, his expression was torn, he wanted to open the coffin to see the remains, and he was worried that the body would decompose and disappear.

I reached out and knocked on the lid of the coffin, and there was a dull sound: "Is this wood really that well closed?" ”

Without waiting for the others to speak, Fred Alexander was the first to speak: "It is the rarest and most expensive type of wood. ”

"What about closure?"

"It's said to be the best," Alexander said, but shook his head again: "It's just a lie." ”

"That's a fake~"

"What if it's true?" Master Dewey knocked on the coffin several times and asked such a rhetorical question.

I shrugged: "If it's true, then this coffin can't be opened, just put it here, and it can just relieve the lovesickness of His Royal Highness Alexander." ”

"What lovesickness," Alexander laughed, "do you think it is my lover, or the one you miss?" ”

"It's probably impossible for a lover, you don't look like a narcissist, but the person you miss is quite reliable, you tell me the location of the mausoleum without concealment, and spare no effort to support me and encourage me to go to the tomb, it can't be just for the evil dragon, and there must be a situation where you are worried about your corpse, I guess right?"

Master Dewey looked at Fred Alexander's expression, frowned, and said, "It's rude, Xiao Yi." ”

"Uh, I'm sorry, Your Highness Alexander, the junior was playing a big game just now, and I want to play tricks on the senior, I hope you will forgive me."

Alexander smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, I like the way juniors joke with me, it will make me feel younger too." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the coffin: "Actually, I'm not worried about the situation of the corpse, after all, the wooden coffin, after 10,000 years, is likely to decay to any extent, and even if it is really preserved, what does it have to do with me as a memory?" At best, it's just a passing moment. ”

Speaking of this, he sighed lightly, a little worried: "The reason why I didn't dare to open the coffin was that I was a little worried about one of my funeral things, before I died, I told my henchmen, even if there is not a single gold coin in the coffin, not a single burial item, it must be treated as a funeral, and buried with me, I don't know if the henchman obeyed my words, both wanted to open the coffin for verification, but also worried that expectations would be disappointed, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy." ”

"Is that thing important?" I was puzzled.

"It's very important," Alexander emphasized, "and it's the most important presence for the members of the Fred family in my lineage. ”

When I heard this, I couldn't help but mutter, "Your vein...... Co-authored the Fred family is still separated? ”

As a result, Master Dewey glared at me, and I was so frightened that I quickly shut up.

"Speaking of which, Xiao Yi," Alexander looked at me and said slowly, "You are also a descendant of my lineage, and that item is also extremely important to you, and I will hand over that item to you now, along with the coffin, for you to decide." ”

"Huh? What's going on? I was confused: "What do you mean by my decision?" This coffin is not mine, and the corpse inside is not mine, so why should it be left to me to decide? In the event that the remains are destroyed, and if there is not what you were looking for, who is responsible for that? ”

"Of course, you'll be responsible," said Fred Alexander, smiling and saying something that disturbed me.

I chuckled in my heart and couldn't help frowning: "Why? ”

"Just by your bloodline, and your identity," Alexander said, "I know from your past conversations that the current Zephyr Continent is not very peaceful, and it may cause war at any time, don't you want to have the power to quell the war?" ”

"That thing has to be honed little by little by myself, and it has nothing to do with an object or anything," and I added, "It's not a holy grail." ”

"You even know the Holy Grail?" Alexander was surprised.

"Huh?" I exclaimed, "Could it be that the thing that served as a burial object was really the Holy Grail?" ”

"No, it's not" Alexander shook his head, "The Holy Grail is just a magic artifact, a wine vessel that my grandfather ordered someone to create to increase the magic value, because my grandfather was also called the Holy King in his early years, so the cup he often used is also called the Holy Grail." ”

"I've heard this rumor too," Master Hall interjected, "it is rumored that this Holy Grail possesses great power and is capable of granting eternal youth to its bearer, but it has since mysteriously disappeared due to the death of His Highness Rupert. ”

"Eternal youth is supposed to be fake, my grandfather used to drink with it, but when it was time to grow old, it still ages, and it didn't disappear mysteriously, but was smashed by my youngest brother, and then melted away."

When I heard the truth, I suddenly felt like I was beeping.

I have heard a little about the legend of the Holy Grail, but I don't know about it, and I used to hope for this holy relic, which is said to make people stay young, but when I learned the truth, I found that all the previous illusions were shattered, and only a bleak reality remained.

"So, what will be buried in the coffin?" I held on to the lid of the coffin and muttered to myself.

"You want to open the coffin?" Master Dewey was the first to ask.

"Well, if you don't open it, you'll never know what's inside, just like if you don't taste it, you'll never figure out what chocolate tastes like."

"Although it is inappropriate for you to use chocolate as a metaphor for a coffin," said the Goblin King, "but I have decided to agree with you." ”

"Chocolate is actually quite delicious," the Dwarf King smiled, "so I like the analogy." ”

"I don't like chocolate," Master Hall shook his head, "Sweet for my toothache." ”

"It's because you don't brush your teeth, you scruffy old man," the Dwarven King laughed.

"Hey, hey, you've skewed the atmosphere and the topic!" I hurriedly reminded.

"What does it matter?" Fred Alexander smiled indifferently and said, "Go ahead, child, and use your hands to uncover the truth, as you think." ”