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Breakfast was spent in the gossip and ridicule of a few men and the inability of two girls to justify.

However, when the meeting was held after the meal to discuss the next move, everyone restrained their smiles and regained their professional habits as veteran adventurers.

Captain Ronald unfolded the precious map that had accumulated countless experience, and his finger rested on the outside of the orange-painted Sun Elf aristocratic district: "Where we are now, about here." Today, we will officially enter the Sun Elf Noble District. It's dangerous, not only are there more ferocious and more filthy creatures, but it's also possible to encounter a sudden and ferocious fog attack. In addition, although the average adventurer does not have the ability to enter this area, in other words, those who can enter this area are all powerful and experienced adventurers, and there are no idle people. ”

"Hey, it's like our lucky coins." The dwarf grinned, revealing his large molars yellowed by mead.

There was a chuckle in the crowd, and the confident atmosphere was contagious to everyone.

Leaving the olive oil shop where they had stayed overnight, the Lucky Coin team continued cautiously on their way.

After walking through three blocks, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed. The exterior walls of the original gray-white buildings are all dyed with a faint shade of red, which is obviously a trace of the fierce fog. The plants that had grown tenaciously in the crevices of the rocks were now completely gone, and there was a dead silence as far as the eye could see.

However, the change in scenery had little effect on the members of the Lucky Coins, and the dwarf still counted the hours, hoping to arrive early until noon so that he could enjoy food and wine again. The bard sometimes plucks the strings, sometimes tidies up his silver show—the handsome man is always very attentive to his image.

As he walked, he occasionally used his eyes of truth and warning to check his surroundings, or chat with the priestess next to him.

I don't know if it's because of the misunderstanding in the morning, Gordon always feels that when he talks to her, the blue beauty's cheeks will be slightly red, and he seems to be a little ashamed. The atmosphere between the two has also become a little, well, awkward, or rather weird.

Serra, on the other hand, was unaffected, and stayed at the back of the group, running around from time to time, chatting with other people, or looking around, judging the elven buildings that had survived the flames of war and time.

After walking for about an hour, the group came to a very large Sun Elf Villa. Although the exterior wall has long since collapsed, and the garden in front of the villa has been deserted and dilapidated, just looking at the huge three-storey residence, you can still faintly feel how gorgeous and elegant it was back then, combining the nobility of the nobility and the nature of the elves.

The halfling who had explored the way in front returned to the large group, and he nodded to everyone: "Goddess Waujin bless, look at the traces around, this villa has not been visited by adventurers." Maybe the first harvest of our adventure will come out of this! ”

The good news made everyone cheer, and everyone showed eager expressions. Even the elegant Cynthia had an excited smile on her beautiful face.

"Leave the task of pathfinding to me and the mage." The halfling patted his chest and looked at Gordon.

Gordon nodded, and successively applied four spells to himself: Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Detect Secret Door, and Detect Undead, and several layers of magical aura shrouded his body in succession.

"Spells are convenient, hey, I want to be a mage too!" Sour pear glanced at Gao with envy.

The Halfling Wanderer is responsible for disarming the physical trap, while Gordon is responsible for disarming the magic trap. The two of them walked in the front, the others followed, and the bard stood outside the gate of the villa, keeping watch and alerting those inside if any other creature approached.

Squeak......

The door, which was mostly rotten and had long been hollowed, was gently pushed open, making an old and weak sound. , like a dying old man holding a violin with broken strings, playing a mournful ballad.

"Oops, people have goosebumps." Sierra whispered.

Gordon didn't have any magic in his field of vision, and he waved his hand to signal that it was normal. The halfling next to him made the same gesture.

"Go upstairs first, focus on the master bedroom and study, and finally the basement."

Ronald is experienced and knows where possessions are usually hidden. After he gave the order, Gordon and the halfling walked up the creaking stairs.

Click!

The sudden sound startled everyone who had been cautious. Gordon looked back and saw that the dwarf was blowing his beard helplessly and shrugging at him.

It turned out that Glago had accidentally stepped on the floor.

The guy's two stubby legs sank deep into the stairs. Thanks to the stout bucket waist stuck in the plank, it didn't fall directly to the first floor.

"It's time for you to lose weight, Glago." The halfling jumped on the spot as if to show off. The wanderer, who was light and dexterous and proficient in unloading skills, did not make a sound.

"Bastard, if you're wearing heavy armor and armed with a steel axe and a tower shield, you're not much better than me!" The dwarf snorted and said, "Laugh at me again, be careful that no one will help you block arrows on the battlefield in the future." ”

"It's my fault, the valiant Shortbeard Tribe warrior Glago." Sour Pear grinned and bowed to the dwarf in apology, but there wasn't much apology in his tone.

Ronald shook his head, reached out and grabbed the dwarf's back collar, his arm muscles tamped, and with a sigh of relief, he lifted the "deeply troubled" Glago out.

The equipment of the dwarven shield guard, combined with its own weight, is at least a hundred kilograms or more. Ronald was able to lift it with one hand, and Gordon estimated that the spearman's strength was at least 18 if he were to be evaluated by the standard of counting.

After the hiccup, everyone went to the second floor. After searching the study and finding nothing, Gordon took the lead and walked into the bedroom.

A faded oil painting hangs in the lavish bedroom, the indoor potted plants are long dead, and only a handful of black ash remains in the delicate pot. The large gauze tent double bed seemed to have traces of fire and was scorched.

Gordon searched around and walked to the east wall. Detecting the secret door spell made his eyes see a pale blue rectangular frame floating on the wall.

"There's a secret door here." Gordon pointed to the wall, "Let me tap ......"

Before the word "shu" could come out of his throat, Ronald stabbed it directly, poking a large hole in the hollow wall. Then the dwarf followed, raised his battle axe, and swiped it twice, splitting the secret door.

"Although I am very unwilling, I have to admit that the strength of a warrior is cheaper than that of a mage. You'd better save some spell slots. Ronald glanced at Gordon and said thoughtfully.

The corners of Gordon's mouth twitched slightly, and he could only put on a slightly helpless expression. It is impossible for him to tell the other party, his mana is sufficient, and the two-ring percussion technique is thrown casually, no problem.

"There are no traps." The halfling who had been the first to enter the secret door shouted, and Ronald and Glago walked in, and in a few moments, the two of them carried out a large box from it with a snort. Judging by their struggling expressions, the contents of the box must have been heavy.

This time Gordon didn't use percussion again, just stood aside and watched. The halfling took out a set of lock-picking tools, walked over to the dusty brass box, and fiddled with the locks with various delicate tools.

I heard a crisp "click", and the box opened in response.

Everyone took a closer look, and there were exclamations of surprise almost at the same time.

"Oh! Tymorrah, you have favored me once again! Ronald looked up with joy as if his gaze could penetrate the ceiling and reach the astral kingdom and see the face of the goddess.

The dwarf laughed, stroked his beard, and calculated how much wine he would be able to enjoy when he returned.

Sierra and Cynthia were equally smiling, and the two girls clasped their hands tightly together, their excitement overflowing.

Even Gordon, who was the richest among the people, felt a little dazzled by the golden light in the box.

It's a solid box of gold coins. Moreover, it is an ancient gold coin minted by the Japanese Elf Empire.

Today, the gold coins of the Ferredon Empire are not pure gold, but are made of gold, silver, and brass, which are mixed and minted in a ratio of five to three to two. After all, gold is a relatively rare precious metal, and if all the gold coins on the market are made of pure gold, there will simply not be enough gold ore to supply.

But the gold coins of the Sun Elf Empire back then were pure gold. Even if the value of being an antique is excluded, an ancient gold coin minted by the Sun Elf Empire is worth at least four Ferreton gold coins.

Gordon roughly counted that there were at least five hundred ancient gold coins in the chest, that is, two thousand fereton gold coins. That's a lot of money. Everyone in the adventure team can share the wealth of more than two hundred and nearly three hundred gold coins. In the countryside, this can already buy a lot of land and spend the rest of his life as a rich man.

Ronald was about to put all the ancient gold coins in the box into the dimensional bag, and the halfling and Serra next to him changed color almost at the same time, and put on a vigilant posture: "Attention, someone is coming up!" ”

Ranger and Wanderer are both classes that excel in reconnaissance skills, so they both took the lead.

"What about Gregor? Someone came, why didn't he go out of the alarm? Gordon stepped back as he spoke, putting himself in the safest position possible. As a mage, you must understand your responsibilities and not rush to the front like a warrior.

A bad premonition came over him.

Soon, a series of heavy footsteps reached everyone's ears from far and near. Gregor was the first to appear at the bedroom door, and the bard smiled and greeted everyone: "Everyone, have you gained anything?" I've brought you some friends. ”

A stout arm with lilac skin wrapped around Gregor's waist, and the bard's hands were tied behind his back, and a rugged war knife rested around his neck.