In the dark cavern, except for the sound of water dripping and falling, there were only large and small footsteps.

"Huh."

The addition of alchemy accelerant brightened the brilliance of the torch a little more, and also allowed me to see the surrounding furnishings clearly.

The rough cavern is obviously not a formal entrance, but as far as the eye can see, it is a vast expanse.

The rock wall overhead is even more than 100 meters high, and the gray palace complex stretches at the end of the view, and the gray masonry staircase forms the path between the palaces.

Beneath the palace complex, there are still small brick and stone bungalows, but now only the broken masonry walls remain.

It was supposed to be a relic of a civilization, but apparently it had been robbed more than once, and the looters had left nothing behind the stone statues that were inconvenient to remove, and the gold skins and gems on the statues had been dug up.

Probably because the craftsmanship was not good enough or it was too old, the mural was already gray, and even the parchment scrolls were too rotten to read.

"Is it empty again?"

The words of the dead cat made my heart tighten, if I really encountered the target and was stolen by thieves, then I would really look for a needle in a haystack later.

“……… Let's start by asking the gatekeeper here. ”

One by one, skeletons came out of the ruins, most of them dressed as tomb robbers, but there were still some bird-headed bones.

"Necromancy?"

When I saw the enemy, I breathed a sigh of relief, among the ruins and ruins, the most common thing was all kinds of undead creatures.

Looking at it, most of the undead are skeleton types, low-level skeleton soldiers (civilian version), skeleton shooters, and skeleton laborers, but the highest-level, I'm afraid there are only a few skeleton mages, and there is no lich.

And the existence of these things at least means that this ruin has not been cleaned up repeatedly. There should still be valuable items inside.

I'm afraid that even if there are high-level undead, they are not intelligent existences, after all, even if they are as lonely as a lich, they will occasionally want to go out for a walk, and it is acceptable to stay in this moldy underground for hundreds of years, but thousands or tens of thousands of years are too much.

Many people think that the undead are stronger the older they get. In a sense, this is an illusion.

The living and more intelligent undead, in general, are unlikely to be weak.

"Tsk, it's all weathered, don't break it too much before extracting your memories."

The negative energy of the skeleton soldiers in front of them began to dissipate, and the bones were almost fossilized, and some of them fell apart on their own as they walked. And what combat power is there.

It's not that the longer the dead are stronger, but the only ones who can live for so long are the powerful undead.

The low-level undead without wisdom have been alone for a long time, and as the negative energy dissipates, the normal situation will gradually weaken, or even return to dust, if the concentration of negative energy in that area is very high, but it is also possible that new undead will reappear in a piece of corpses and broken bones. But it's completely different from the natural dead.

Only those intelligent undead will consciously gather more negative energy. Gradually becoming more powerful, cunning, and withdrawn.

The skeletal creatures in front of them felt like they were about to fall to the ground when the wind blew, probably because the enclosed environment here gave them enough shelter.

It's okay to bully a tomb robber who doesn't have much strength like this undead guard, but it doesn't mean anything to a necromancer like me.

A few low-level enslaved undead went down and seized control of these ownerless undead.

Directly extracted the memories from the soul fragments. I frowned.

"The oldest undead, less than a thousand years old, crawled out of the wreckage of this place, which was already in ruins. Later, the earth's crust changed, and the entrance and exit became more difficult to find, and there were no treasures here. No one came. ”

I'd rather encounter the undead bone dragon blocking the road than encounter this situation....... looking for this little bit bit by bit, to find the year of the monkey and the month of the horse, in the end there may be no gain.

And turning around and leaving like this is even more unwilling.

"I smell the living, who dares to disturb the dormancy of the great Glinka."

On the side of the palace complex, there was a sudden roar, it was a secret language between souls, it was the patent of high-level undead, judging from the magic fluctuations and dragon language, it seemed to be a bone dragon?

And soon, a ghost dragon flew out of the palace complex, although it was a small dragon less than five meters, and the dragon had not yet arrived, but the voice arrived.

"The crow's beak is still useful......"

Two minutes later, the ghost dragon, who had just been dancing with its teeth and claws, lay on the ground with its head covered, and under my "friendly request", it was very "excited and enthusiastic" to introduce me to the situation around me.

"Mirrors? What is the glitter? A shining thing that can reflect external objects? ”

The little ghost dragon didn't even seem to know what a mirror was, but with my "enthusiastic help", it quickly remembered something.

"I seem to have seen it a long time ago, but I couldn't bite it, and then I lost it, I don't know where it is, but it should be here."

Looking at the stupid ghost dragon in front of me, I didn't bother to get angry.

It's hard to figure out memories that you can't even remember, and I'm not going to dig through this guy's hundreds of years of memory.

So.......

"This dragon is still a little useful, at least it means that this thing is strong enough to not be afraid of tossing. Then, let me move, dig three feet into the ground and find it. ”

One by one, the skeleton soldiers got up from the ground, picked up hoes and knives and forks, and began the treasure hunt.

Worried that there would not be enough people, I also summoned an additional batch of undead creatures to help with the search.

As a veteran grave robber ....... adventurer, I'm not unfamiliar with exploring ruins, treasures and other things won't be like a game, waiting for you to open a treasure chest, or kill some monster and drop naturally.

That kind of magic fluctuates violently, and you can see that it is a good thing at a glance, most of them are cursed items and traps, and no one will wander around with all their belongings, even if it is a low-IQ monster, there will be no shortage of camouflages and traps in their own treasure places.

Without a certain discerning vision, valuable antiques in front of you will also be treated as scrap metal, and I have seen a dozen rookies with a glittering gold-plated copper sword as a treasure, and those lucky people who picked up artifacts from grocery stores in legendary stories, provided that there are fools who sell the artifacts as scrap.

Although this kind of thing is a scam by a profiteer boss to deceive newcomers, there are really a few precedents, after all, not every adventurer team will bring a senior appraiser, and some goods are not in the right place, especially tomb robbers who rob the tombs of nobles, they are satisfied if they can ship safely, and it is common to sell good goods cheaply.

"So, you've picked up a leak? Have you ever bought something good at a low price? ”

The dead cat was a little surprised.

"No, I've seen others pick it up, like Cavins, Cavins, Adam, Adam, ......."

I feel more and more that this world is unfair, why are these low-IQ creatures successfully picked up, I obviously have repeatedly identified and tested every time, but I have never picked up the treasure, so .......

"So, I opened my own shop in Sulphur Mountain City, specializing in selling those 'unidentified stolen goods' and 'antiques found in the catacombs', five hundred silver coins each, and the business was good at the beginning."

“…… That kind of mess that you can still keep in supply for a long time? You must have arranged for a 'winning' bet. ”

"My antique craftsmanship is not bad, and then there is a mess of things given by the system......."

Heloise shook her head, she guessed what had happened next.

"Later, it was exposed, and you can't drive it anymore?"

".......No, although it didn't open later, that's not the reason."

"What's that? Do you find it boring? ”

“…… I accidentally looked away, and I really sold an artifact for five hundred silver, and I lost a lot of money, and I cried at a loss, so I couldn't do it anymore. ”

"According to your temperament, you didn't even find a way to get it back? Oh, I see, don't tell me it's Adam who bought it? ”

I nodded heavily, this incident has become a shadow in my mind, a single loss of at least ten years of turnover, and I will never open a store again.

Heloise and I had a good conversation, but we were also passing the time.

The low-level undead are helping to find it, but when they will be able to find it, they really don't know.

"Reflective shards", "hard stones" I gave to these low-level undead are such crude orders, they can't understand the complexity, there are already skeleton soldiers with strange stones in front of me, it seems that there is a search.

A year? Half? But the rare god of luck actually favored me once, and after the rubble in front of me was piled up into a small mountain, less than a week, a skeleton laborer who was about to rot brought me the magic mirror. (To be continued.) )