Compared with the first sub-burial chamber, the second sub-burial chamber brought much weaker visual impact and spiritual shock to Master Dewey and others.

In addition to the beautiful reliefs as usual, there was only a huge scorpion corpse, a pile of broken stone carvings of behemoths, and a dozen pieces of dark gold metal of various sizes.

Master Dewey saw the essence of the dark gold metal block at a glance, his body trembled violently, and he was about to rush over and hold the pure gold into his arms, but after only one step, he stopped his movements.

Closing his eyes tightly, he kept taking deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the greedy instinct in the goblin's bones, and kept muttering in his mouth: "Can't rob, can't rob, this is my son's discovery, it's my son's property......"

Listening to Master Dewey repeat these words, I felt both amused and a little moved.

In any case, he at least suppressed his greedy instinct, and then looked at Master Hall, and the few staff members who came with him, they had already pounced, and each of them hugged a piece of pure gold, kissing and rubbing it incessantly, as if it was not pure gold, but the warm fragrance of nephrite.

Looking at their exaggerated reactions, my heart did not fluctuate - this is the reaction of a greedy goblin by nature!

As for Master Dewey, he only temporarily suppressed his instinct with family affection, if it was not me who visited the grave, but someone else, he would have pounced on it unscrupulously.

After calming down for a quarter of an hour, Master Dewey finally breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes again, his gaze had become extremely pure, and he could keep indifferent when he looked at Adamantite.

Finally, his gaze fixed on my face, and in a saintly tone, he calmly said, "There is nothing worth nostalgia here, take me to the next destination." ”

"Okay," I nodded.

Bypassing the crowd embracing the Adamantite and showing a look of obsession, I led the way and led Master Dewey into the main burial chamber.

Entering the main burial chamber, Master Dewey looked around, a little discouraged, and said: "This burial chamber is a bit too shabby, except for the high platform made of Mithril, there are no more outstanding treasures, I am curious, what kind of identity of the person will be buried in such a shabby burial chamber, is it possible, in this burial chamber, is there a wife who is the least popular with the owner of the tomb?" ”

"I beg my pardon on this point," Fred Alexander's memory slowly floated out of the coffin, condensed, and he smiled indifferently: "Hello, little goblin fellow, I am the owner of this mausoleum, Fred Alexander. ”

"Fred Alexander?!" Master Dewey looked at the memory in front of him in disbelief, and after a long time, he muttered, "You are ...... Fred Rupert's eldest grandson? The first goblin king of the melee period? ”

"It seems that I have not been completely forgotten by the world."

Alexander smiled.

There was a hint of self-deprecation in his smile, and even more, there was an indissoluble loss: "It's a pity that the goblin clan has declined." ”

Master Dewey glanced at me with reproach in his eyes.

He stood respectfully, rubbing his hands together in front of his chest, and his reverent gaze was filled with suspicion: "You...... Is it really Fred Alexander himself? ”

"Probably...... Right. ”

Alexander replied vaguely.

"Uh, probably?" Master Dewey looked confused, and subconsciously turned his gaze to me.

I was busy telling him all the details of what happened.

After listening, Master Dewey took a deep breath, his eyes full of shock: "I can't imagine that the ancient race has mastered such magical magic, and can lodge consciousness and soul in the magic array, this is simply ...... Marvel! ”

"It's not a miracle," Alexander said, "This is just one of the many ancient civilizations left behind by the God of Creation, and I, the goblins, just happened to master this magic." ”

As soon as he heard the words 'ancient civilization', Master Dewey trembled with excitement, and his gaze, which was as calm as a sage, was gone, and was replaced by a fiery gaze that shot straight at Alexander: "Your Majesty, the Noble Goblin King, I have a problem and beg your help. ”

"Please."

"I have been immersed in ancient texts for many years, but because of too many mutilations, I have never been able to fully decipher them, this is a regret for me, and even the entire goblin clan, although you are a memory, but you must still retain the knowledge of your life, I want to implore you to assist us in completing the repair of the ancient text fragments."

Alexander was silent for a long time, and then said, "Forgive me for not being able to fulfill your wishes. ”

"This ...... Why? Master Dewey was puzzled.

"Ancient writing contains an immense amount of power, and if used incorrectly, it can cause disaster."

"I'm just a historian and a scientist, not an adventurer, you must have seen this a long time ago," Master Dewey said excitedly: "My job has always been to repair the lost ancient civilizations and use them for the benefit of mankind. ”

"You were known as the Holy King during your lifetime, precisely because you were broad-minded, far-sighted, and loved the people like a son, such a great you, can't you still see what kind of blessings ancient words will bring to mankind?" The more Master Dewey spoke, the more excited he became, and one of his hands clenched into fists, and I was a little worried that if he continued like this, his hands would be clenched and bleeding from too much excitement.

After taking a few deep breaths in a row, Master Dewey finally calmed down some of his excitement, and he said in a deep voice: "You rejected me like this because you are deceased and feel that human beings today have nothing to do with themselves?" Or is it because of choking, because of the fear of the disaster brought about by ancient words, that they dare not touch it again? ”

Master Dewey's gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing straight at Alexander.

Alexander, on the other hand, remained calm, unswayed by Dewey's sharp gaze and sharp questioning.

After a long time, Master Dewey sighed lightly, a little lost, and said: "I understand, Your Majesty the Fairy King, I understand your concerns, you are worried that the ancient script will be mastered by unscrupulous people in the future, and used in wars, bringing ruin to mankind, is that so?" ”

Alexander nodded.

"But have you ever thought about it," Master Dewey said, "once one day, an adventurer finds a fragment of an ancient text lost in the wilderness, activates it by accident, understands its purpose and power, and then sells it to the hands of people with evil intentions, will it still bring disaster to mankind?" ”

"And no one can solve this kind of disaster," Master Dewey said with a serious face, "because we don't have the strength and knowledge to fight against it." ”

(End of chapter)