The best way to find out where Adrian had hidden his treasure was to ask him directly. This may sound ridiculous, but it's not that hard to achieve. Adrian left such a dream very intimately, and unsuspectingly showed his methods to those who came after him.

But even so, Roger's face was still ugly.

I don't know if it was due to the extreme lack of daily entertainment in the church, the ascetics persistently dug one hole after another of completely unknown meaning under their feet, and then hid in it without eating or drinking, hiberning like turtles, it is said that this practice can isolate the hustle and bustle of the world.

"If you don't want to be affected by the hustle and bustle of the world, don't build a temple in the city. Adrian expressed incomprehension and contempt for this, and Roger, who was close behind him, could not agree more. These ascetics of the Dark Moon Church have a completely different way of thinking from ordinary people, and they are completely a group of psychopaths.

The old ascetic only laughed at Adrian's sarcasm. He tapped lightly on the circular altar a few times, only to hear a loud boom, and the altar split in two in the middle, revealing the secret chamber hidden at the bottom.

Adrian leaned down and looked at the space of the secret room, nodded and said with satisfaction: "Yes, the place is big enough, so it's good to hide here." ”

He didn't go any further, but squatted down on the edge of the steps, took out a gold-painted silk money bag from his bosom, untied the tether at the mouth of the bag, and shook the mouth of the bag vigorously downward.

The golden light lit up the entire underground hall in an instant, shaking people who couldn't open their eyes. Countless gold coins poured out of Adrian's palm-sized purse and fell into the chamber below. It is also mixed with colorful gemstones, jewels and other valuables of all kinds, which are too numerous to be seen in a flash.

Roger's face had been overshadowed by the glow of the gold coins, and he thought he had seen a lot of knowledge in the brown hills all these years, and it was difficult for him to keep his cool in the face of the endless tide of gold coins.

Although the treasure of the King of Thieves is buried in the brown hills, the legend of the King of Thieves is not limited to the kingdom of Oakland. Adrian's name as the king of thieves is not self-proclaimed, but his legendary title recognized by the world in that passionate era a thousand years ago.

He was once wanted by the kingdoms, with a bounty of up to one million gold coins, and even a great lord who hated him so much that he even offered a canonized territory. But even so, in the years before his self-sacrifice, there was never a record of being caught by mistake, and of course he was a veritable king of thieves.

Compared to this king of thieves, the aboriginal robbers of the brown hills are like the gap between a turtle and an eagle, and there is no possibility of comparison at all.

The secret room, which was large enough to accommodate twenty people for work and rest, and was more than a hundred square meters, was filled with gold coins little by little, and the money bag in Adrian's hand had not yet shown half of it to dry up. Roger's eyes were already dazzled by the golden in front of him, and his mind was blank, and he dared to swear that he had never seen so many gold coins in his life.

But Adrian's face remained the same, and for him, as the king of thieves, the amount of gold was meaningless. Seeing that the entire chamber was about to fill, he stood up, threw down the money bag that had not yet been emptied, and then stretched out his foot and kicked the edge twice, and the circular altar slowly closed.

"If I leave only such a small thing, will future generations question my ability to be a King of Thieves?" Adrian said to himself with a bitter face. His eyes rolled, and a malicious smile appeared on his face again. He stretched out his hands, and his flexible ten fingers moved quickly in mid-air like playing a harp, and slender blood-red lines condensed out of thin air and slowly descended on the altar. In the blink of an eye, he actually carved an extremely complex mysterious circle on the circular altar with his bare hands.

Roger was stunned as he watched Adrian's divine means, and his mind, which had just been shocked by the massive amount of gold coins, was once again severely impacted.

In fact, the last time he came to the Darkmoon Temple to explore, Blackbeard had already made the most preparations, and although he paid a heavy price, he also managed to get to the last step, but the final result was still failure. Roger has always had doubts about this, he has never figured out the reason for Blackbeard's failure, and in the end he can only attribute the problem to personal factors. But now he finally knows the real answer, which is actually very simple to say, but unacceptable.

Because the true strength of Adrian, the king of thieves, is far beyond the space he can imagine.

He only proclaimed himself the king of robbers in the browned hills, while Adrian was the man who was revered as "the king" by the whole world. How can a thief who can enter and exit the palace vaults of various countries be like no man's land, how can he be a simple person?

In just a few moments when Roger was shocked, Adrian had already set up his mysterious circle. He bit his finger and smeared a drop of his own blood in the center of the circle, and as the blood dripped down, the lines that made up the circle began to glow faintly from the center.

Adrian nodded in satisfaction, and his body suddenly twisted strangely, and a half-clear shadow was squeezed out of his body. The shadow looked like a disembodied ghost, but Adrian reached out and grabbed him and threw him into the core of the circle.

"Although this is not worth mentioning, it is the inheritance of the King of Thieves after all. If the juniors are allowed to take it easily, it will not make them laugh at the incompetence of the seniors. Adrian had a worried look on his face, but more of a malicious expression. Even if you don't know who he is before, you can imagine just by looking at this expression that this guy is determined to make his juniors suffer enough.

The shadow was already fixed in the circle, and Adrian repeated his old tricks, condensing thin blood-red threads out of thin air, constructing even more complex magic. This method of being completely detached from common sense and cognition cannot be seen even if you stand by and observe. Roger didn't know what trap he was arranging, but he saw him smirk and pull out a blood-red blade and shove it into Shadow's hand.

All this looked more and more familiar, and the shadow holding the blade gradually overlapped with the familiar image in Roger's mind. Countless robbers had fallen before the phantom who guarded the treasure, and piles of bones had been piled up under the circular altar. And Roger now finally knew that it was just Adrian's random guard.

"Adrian, the King of Thieves, was one of the most famous legendary heroes of that chaotic era a thousand years ago, and judging by the legends he left behind, this man must have reached the golden rank of strength. ”

As she followed Lucius as she headed towards the inner city, Lolana continued to analyze the available information. In the eyes of ordinary people, these fragments of information are just things that are incompatible, but after being collected and re-analyzed by Luo Lana, many important clues can be refined. These clues may not be decisive for the current situation, but when accumulated, they will inevitably gradually get closer to the truth.

"Will the gold-rank powerhouses go around stealing when they are full?" El was skeptical of this conclusion, all the gold-rank powerhouses he had seen were all important bigwigs. Such as the princess of the earth, Rangalia, what an arrogant and domineering existence. Another example is the Golden Lion King Leonard, listening to his previous stories, he is also a domineering man.

With the cultural level of El's level, after barely reaching the silver rank, he can mix in a high-level position in Istalon. Although there are other subjective factors in this, this can also show that as long as you have real strength, you definitely don't have to worry about power and status.

"This is a matter of personal pursuit, the height of the station is different, and the way of thinking about the problem is of course different. Luo Lana shook her head and smiled: "Think about how stingy you used to be when you worked in our family business, I want to ask you for a favor and lure him to take advantage." It's only been a long time since our General El faced the treasure of the King of Thieves. ”

The careful-eyed woman, El rolled her eyes and cursed in her heart, but she didn't dare to say anything about Lolana's teasing. He has deeply understood the sharp teeth of the eldest lady. On such trivial matters, he can't take advantage of it.

"If I'm not mistaken, there's a good chance that the phantom chasing you is Adrian's own projection. If he had the strength of the Golden Rank, it would not be surprising that he could create such a powerful projection. As for the blood-red blade that looked like an artifact, it might also be his personal weapon, so his projection could also be used. Including the illusion where we are now, they are all works created by him. Lolana didn't care about El's expression and continued.

"Such a sparkling person, which tendon is wrong to want to be a thief......" El couldn't help but sigh again.

But if all these inferences are true, there is a serious paradox. Lorana said suddenly.

"What paradox?" El pondered Lorana's reasoning and found nothing unreasonable.

"The paradox is this illusion in the mirror. Lorana pointed to the ground beneath her feet, and the expression on her face was dazed: "If that phantom is controlling this illusion, then it must be Adrian's design." But if he designed it, who recorded this space-time coordinate point?" (Go read om) (Jiangsu.com)