The janitor longs for the outside world, but unfortunately, he spent his life in the village, and was despised by the villagers because of his impracticality, and lived a very depressed life. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He was not only yearning for Magellan's identity as an outsider, but also had a stomach full of long-term accumulated complaints, and he couldn't close the conversation box as soon as he opened it, until the candles burned out in the second half of the night, and he couldn't open his eyes when he was tired, and then he went to sleep unsatisfied.

The stars and the last quarter moon rose silently into the night sky, and the desert was silent in the second half of the night, and darkness shrouded the ruined villages.

Magellan got up from the ground, walked out of the room with a big grin, and headed for the cemetery behind the chapel in the dark.

It's a sand dune, with no tombstones, no tombs, just cold sand, and no one can find a cemetery without the backyard wall of the chapel as a reference.

Magellan stood on the sand dunes, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness and be able to see, and then to act.

He determined the extent of the cemetery based on the location of the chapel and planted a Luoyang shovel at the bend of a unique dune ridge.

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, when he saw that the sand brought by the Luoyang shovel was scattered and there was nothing in it, he couldn't help frowning and shaking his head.

The most powerful thing in the world is always nature, and even if it is a well-designed and costly mechanism, it is not as desperate as this sand dune. It is precisely because it was never thought of targeting tomb robbers that this cemetery is truly protected without weaknesses. Wind and sand have been raging here for hundreds of years, flooding the necropolis's dunes enough to make it impossible for people like Magellan to return.

He put away the Luoyang shovel and prepared to leave, but after taking two steps and stopping.

Magellan did not give up and took a compass from his bosom and patted it.

It's a rough essence detector, of course, like everything on Magellan, it belongs to the "Broke the Bank" series, and it's also a discounted bargain, but he has made some modifications himself, and it uses it like a high-end product.

In the cracked glass lid, the hands wobbly turned around twice, then stopped moving.

Magellan took the detector, took two steps backwards, backwards, left and right, and then determined that there was indeed a magic item underneath.

Unexpected, reasonable. Magellan put away his compass with a tangled expression, looked at the sand dunes under the starlight, and was depressed.

From the moment he walked into the chapel, he knew that this should be the former Crusader stronghold, it was normal for a knight or two to be buried in the cemetery, and if it was a high-ranking person, then the burial weapon was likely to be a magic item.

Originally, it was too difficult to dig up the sand dunes here, and Magellan had the heart to give up, but there were magic items, and it was a pity to give up.

Ancient magical items and modern magical items are completely different concepts. Like the Inventor's Fair, where at least a thousand never-before-seen magical items appeared, at least half of which were considered worthless, and this is the modern magical item, which is abundant and muddy. But ancient magical items are different, because of the strength of Scientology, all knowledge about essences is taboo, and only a few rich and powerful researchers can leave one or two magical items behind after exhausting their lives.

Powerful and precious, this is the inherent attribute of ancient magic items, and there are even many famous ancient magic items that are essentially extraordinary powers.

And such a treasure is now placed in front of Magellan's eyes.

The sand dunes that made Magellan desperate could not resist this temptation, and the explorer, caught between despair and surprise, was tormented.

......

The next morning, Leon wakes up to the smell of meat.

With great difficulty, he blasted away the children gathered in front of the chapel, and returned to the pot where Magellan was cooking, drooling, trying to say something but not daring to say it, scratching his ears and cheeks in a hurry.

"This gerbil doesn't have much meat, you can eat it in broth. ”

Overjoyed, Leon took out a richly decorated silver bowl under the cross in the chapel and sat down to enjoy a meal with a bowl of broth.

There are many animals in the desert, but the villagers here have no right to hunt: according to the law of the barony for thousands of years, all wild animals in the barony's domain belong to the baron, and anyone who hunts them will be hung from a tree with a crooked neck.

The traditional food here is a type of bread made from unleavened flour that's hard as a stone when dried, similar to Magellan's dry food. Leon has a look of enjoyment, almost a "foodie" out of a food comic, and the broth-moistened pastry is indeed much more delicious than what he eats most of the time.

But Magellan still noticed his anomaly, and Leon's posture looked really awkward, as if he wanted Magellan to notice the silver bowl in his hand.

"It's like ......," Magellan showed just the right amount of surprise, as the gatekeeper hoped, "a rather old piece of silver, honestly worth a lot of money......

"Ha, of course, this is a family heirloom handed down by my grandfather's grandfather, and it doesn't sell for any money!"

"I can give you a golden six-pointed star, if you take me to see the place where this was originally placed. ”

"There's no such place, I said, it's my family heirloom. Leon looked innocent.

Magellan smiled: "I am from distant Brittany, and there is an expedition with me, if you tell me where this ancient artifact was found, I will give you a silver wolf head and hire you to be my guide." If you want to get out of this place, then you won't want to miss this opportunity. ”

Leon licked the contents of the bowl in silence, and then reluctantly handed the silver bowl to Magellan: "You swear, you will take me out of this hellish place!"

"I won't swear," Magellan looked at Leon's expression, which for no reason felt so familiar, "It's not important enough for me to swear, but I've never broken my promise." ”

Leon frowned and put away the silver bowl, and nodded heavily: "Follow me." ”

Magellan followed him to the cross in the chapel and watched as the gatekeeper touched the mechanism behind the cross and opened the entrance to a cellar on the ground.

Magellan took out his oil lamp and stepped down the stairs before the janitor, who had burned out last night, the remaining half of the candle.

It was a much more imposing basement than a small chapel, empty but spacious, with stone brick walls and oil lamps at intervals, and a completely underground hall of light until it was abandoned.