The boy's eyes widened, and he hurriedly ran around the arch towards Caroline: ", stop! Forget what I told you!? This is the death chamber!!"

He grabbed his sister's arm to pull her, but she wouldn't move. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Roger gritted his teeth, grabbed Caroline's palm, and pulled out a knife and slashed it at her fingers.

The unprepared pain caused Caroline's hand to twitch and come back to her senses.

She looked at her younger brother and took a few steps back from the high platform vigilantly before asking, "This curtain is strange!"

Roger rolled his eyes, "Nonsense! Did I remind you soon after I came in?"

"You only said that this was a death chamber, and you didn't say that this rag would seduce people. "Caroline's house is hard at that.

"Otherwise, what do you think you are doing with a curtain here?" the boy said viciously, pulling the old lady far aside, "As long as you pass through this curtain, you will be hopeless." ”

After saying that, Roger was not going to observe anything anymore, and went straight to it.

He drew his wand and pointed at the top of the pointed arch, "Shattered, shattered, thunderbolted!"

The spell didn't have any effect on the stone door frame, and it still rubbed a lot of rubble shard, but it was a tiny amount compared to the stone beams whose arches were thicker than his waist. If there was enough time, Roger might not have been able to take down the curtain.

But what they lack now is time.

Licking his lips, Roger aimed his wand at the curtain, and since he couldn't take it, he would destroy it directly.

With a smirk, the Flame Curse swooped down on the tattered black cloth.

The fire on the curtain flashed and then went out, leaving only a small hole.

This time, it was Roger's turn to be stunned, he really didn't expect the spell to have an effect on this piece of cloth, the flame spell just now was just a vent, purely belonging to the kind of "Anyway, the master can't take it away, then don't want to keep it~".

But now the cloth is torn ... The boy laughed excitedly: "Ha! The master is not greedy, just take nine tenths~"

Then various spells were fired one after another, hitting the top of the curtain, causing its hem to tremble, regardless of whether the curtain was incomplete or not.

Anyway, it's best to be effective, and it's not yourself who loses when it fails... This business is hard to ask!

Not long after, under Roger's unremitting efforts, there was a 'stab', and the last little bit of the curtain that was connected to it could not stand its own weight and tore apart, and fell to the high platform into a big lump, and the dust stirred up made Roger wrinkle his nose.

This thing has been hanging for I don't know how many years, and no one dares to clean it, and a thick layer of ash has already fallen on it. No matter how awesome the cloth is, it can't change the essence of its cloth.

With his hands fanned in front of his nose, the boy leaned towards the curtains heaped on the ground.

"Be careful!" Caroline, who had been affected by the curtains, reminded her brother.

Roger gave her a reassuring gesture and pulled a metal baseball bat out of her coin bag. There are sports goods in the supermarket.

Squatting down next to the black rag, the boy tentatively picked it up with his bat. It is said that you will die if you wear through the curtain, but no one has ever said what will happen if you keep it... This kind of instant death-shaped item, who will want to touch it when the idle egg hurts, right?

It is not easy to pick up a large, heavy cloth with a baseball bat, especially if the tip of the thick and slippery bat is always to cause the curtain to slip down.

Frustrated, he tossed the baseball bat aside, and Roger rummaged through his coin bag for something to use. Why did he dislike drying racks, mops, brooms, long-handled soup spoons, and so on? This kind of thing with a hook is easier to pick up a piece of cloth than a round-headed stick...

Soon, though, Roger let out a sigh and pulled his hand out of his coin pocket, along with a bundle of golf clubs he was holding.

There are some stuffed in the coin bag, and Roger himself doesn't have a score, anyway, he feels like he might use a lot of it in the supermarket...

Pinning his wand to the waistband of his trousers, the boy used a golf club in one hand to roll the curtains together, and then the two clubs were like a pair of giant chopsticks, opening and closing to clamp it like this.

Straightening his hands and walking back and forth a few steps, Roger put down the curtain again, picked up two more clubs in his right hand, fanned them out, and clamped the curtain again, these three clubs played a relatively stable tray role.

"Leave! The next room, the most valuable thing in this room is in hand. Roger turned around and shook his head at the old lady, and walked towards the door first.

What's the use of walking faster? It's not that you can't get your hands free?

As soon as she stepped into the door-filled rotunda, Caroline's ears moved and she warned her brother.

She pointed to the black wooden door with the knife stuck in it: "There is a 'squeak' chain sound, and the elevator is moving, but I don't know if it's coming for us." ”

"Rest assured, definitely. Roger directly crucified the words. It took too much time to tear off the curtain of the death penalty, and whether or not a wizard from a field mission returned, someone should come down and check it out.

Throwing the rags he was holding on the ground and shaking them away, Roger kicked off the clubs in his hands and pulled out the claw hammer and put it in his mouth.

"Take a hand, lift me up a little. He put two clubs in one hand and put one end of the curtain, and said to Caroline with a vague mouth.

Caroline was never ambiguous in this kind of emergency, not to mention that she could see what her brother was trying to do.

The girl crouched down and put her hands on Roger's thighs, stood up straight and lifted him up easily. Roger's small body of only thirteen and a half years old is really nothing in Caroline's eyes.

The two of them were almost nine feet tall on top of each other, and the golf club with one end of the curtain could easily touch the wall above the black door.

"Go ahead," Roger pressed three of the clubs to his chest, the other still in his hand.

Caroline obediently took a few steps forward, felt the body of Roger in her arms, and immediately asked out loud, "What's wrong with you?" Her vision was blocked by the boy's back.

"It's all right," Roger replied, his free hand taking the hammer from his mouth. The two clubs in the left hand and one in the right hand are now stuck in the gap between the ribs, while the other end of the club is firmly against the wall.

The club that was held alone acted as a nail, and with a few powerful blows of the claw hammer, the club was driven into the masonry wall.