With a hiccup, the mad dog staggered forward and began to step on the tiles at a uniform and fast pace. Finally, after three minutes of intense time, there was a faint "cracking" sound, and the iron tiles sank deep into the ground. Instead, an old carved iron box was raised.

"Look? I said it would work. Enjoying the joyful air around him, Mad Dog squatted down and picked up the tin box. The trap dragging the box was triggered in an instant, and it fell back into the ground again, raising the tiles.

"Let's see what's in the box?!" waving her hand excitedly, Lucina snatched the box and her eyes lit up: "Maybe there's something valuable hidden in it—oops!"

"Take it! Lao Tzu got it first. He slapped her in the back of the head, and Mad Dog grinned and snatched the box back, smirking smirk. Rubbing the back of her head in annoyance, Lucina just wanted to protest, but was distracted by the rabid dog's sudden words: "Okay, it's better to see what's in it first and then discuss the spoils." ”

"How is this a stolen goods?" sighed, and the knight's attention was completely drawn to the box. Flipping through it for a while, Seresya

Only to find out that it was firmly locked and needed a key to open. However, before Lucina could see clearly, he took out a wire out of nowhere, and with the help of the fire, he divided it by two.

"Damn, do you want to stump me with such a low-difficulty lock?" he coughed dryly, and smugly put away the wire—this time, Lucina could clearly see that he was inserting it in a hidden compartment in his cuff.

He bought this padded coat newly...... Startled by the short flying knife looming in the cuffs, Lucina couldn't help but wonder: the mad dog's fingers are very slender, and as long as he does a magic trick, he can pull out the hidden weapon without noticing.

He is worthy of a man with sinister intentions! But is it not sinkable to put so many things in his sleeves? If the weight of the throwing knives is too light, wouldn't it be very unfavorable for flight? Speaking of which, his throwing knives were all forged by himself from splitting steel. I don't know when I replenished some inventory by myself, and we didn't find it at all.

"I'll see...... What is the good thing?" Narrowing his eyes, Mad Dog lifted the lid and pinched out the contents with his fingers: it was a pocket dagger with a black and purple blade and a gray handle, so small that it could be clasped almost completely in the palm of Mad Dog's hand. After looking at the thing, Mad Dog narrowed his eyes: "It doesn't seem to be anything special, it's just a dagger." ”

"Hey, I thought I'd find something very valuable. Frustrated, Lucina was immediately deflated: "Like a second disc or something...... But why is there only a dagger here?"

"I don't know what this thing means. The dagger was too small in the hands of the mad dog, and Cereya looked around it but couldn't see anything: "The blade of this dagger has no texture or bend, and it doesn't look like something that can be used as a key." But it won't be an ordinary weapon, otherwise there would be no need to hide so deeply. ”

"I can't sense its magic. After trying to cast a spell, Lucina shook her head suspiciously: "It may be hidden very deeply, otherwise it is really not enchanted." ”

"All in all, it has to be an important item. After pondering for a moment, the elf proposed, "Give it to Lusa to keep it." The dagger was so small that only the two of them could hold it steadily. ”

"Makes sense, it just so happens that Lutha is still short of a dagger. Helping my sister put the weapon into the dagger sheath tied to the leg ring of her thigh, Mad Dog stretched out his hand and shook it, and said to himself: "It's a little loose, go back and have another scabbard." ”

Woo...... If this guy dares to look under the skirt, I'll kill him...... Hurriedly snatching Lusa back to her, Lucina was still extremely regretful: "This thing can't be Namedia's, right? After all, it's a weapon that only children and Aya can hold." ”

"Possibly, though I don't know whose tombstone it is. After thinking about it, the elf suddenly asked a new question: "But if so, what exactly is this weapon used for?" If not some kind of key, most likely, it is also some kind of clue." ”

"What are those clues? I guess it's a weapon that works best. With a snort, Mad Dog was very disdainful of this set of arguments: "Let's show it to Eders when I go back." If this thing had been Namedia's, the guy must have seen it. ”

"Makes sense, but I don't think there's much hope. Looking at Lusa, who was holding a dagger, Ceresa put on a pensive face, "Hmm...... Namedia's glove and dagger are on the other Aya, which must have caused a huge mental impact on Edus. ”

It sounds cruel, but you have to ask him.

"If Morse hadn't stayed in the North Sea, he might have been able to check the weapon's material. Looking at the tombstone in a daze, Derno muttered, "This dark purple blade...... Looks like it was quenched during forging. ”

"Oh, do you mean poison?" The expression was obviously interested, and the mad dog narrowed his eyes: "Interesting...... It's really possible. When I go back, I catch a mouse and experiment. ”

"It still doesn't feel right. The inscription says, 'If you fail, you lose hope.'" No matter how you think about it, it should be an extremely important weapon. Still entangled in the inscription, the elf fiddled with the leather whip on his waist, closed his eyes and pondered: "Maybe there are some clues hidden in the inscription that we haven't seen, and it may be possible to explain its function." ”

"Then you can find clues yourself, I don't think it's fun. With a snort, the mad dog yawned lazily: "Who made this mechanism? The bachelor actually wrote this kind of thing in his notes, and God knows how much more this old man knows. ”

"It doesn't matter if there is a body under this tombstone. Stomping on the ground under her feet, Lucina asked curiously, "Maybe it's an empty grave?"

"It's possible. The people of the Permafrost Land like to make their tombstones weird and write epitaphs for unknown reasons, so this one hasn't been noticed by too many people. Scratching his head, Deerno was silent for a moment: "It's not a bad habit. ”

"Lao Tzu is too lazy to discuss any folklore. With a snort, the mad dog pressed his foot against the tombstone, tapped his toe slightly, and then kicked hard. The sturdy Qigen of the tombstone fell, followed by the cold squint of the mad dog: "This tomb has been dug up, just these days." The roots of the tombstones were covered with new soil. Someone was clearly looking for the dagger but couldn't find it. ”