Watching the mysterious magical runes floating around the treasury flash away, Francesca exhaled softly.

She wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead with her white palm, turned to Torruville and said:

"It's okay, Torruvier, the space seal is complete, and I'm going to open the treasure house now."

"The door to this treasure house was originally powered by magic nodes, and it had to be opened by a special spell from an elven warlock, so it could be preserved for thousands of years."

"When those human armies attacked, they shouldn't have taken anything from here."

"If you want to open it now, I'll have to inject magic into it myself."

The elven sorceress explained a few words, then raised her right hand slightly, her slender fingers shimmering with the brilliance of magic, and she drew an extremely complex magic rune in the air, and pronounced a jerky spell in the ancient elven language.

With her voice, a powerful magic force slowly poured into the metal door of the treasure house under her mobilization.

In the buzzing sound, the metal door of the treasure house also lit up with an ancient elven rune, and the continuous injection of chaos magic power made the magic rune on the metal door brighter and brighter.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

It wasn't until Francesca had entered enough magic power that the door of this treasure house, which had been sealed for thousands of years, officially opened with the click of mechanical operation.

And when the dust settled, and when she saw the contents of the treasure house, Toruvelle immediately covered her mouth in surprise.

Under the light of a few torches, a whole ten huge treasure chests were quietly placed in the center of the treasure house, and countless gold and jewels were piled up in the treasure chest, even after thousands of years, they still exuded an alluring light.

Even a farmer who has never seen the world can imagine what a huge fortune this is after seeing these gold jewels.

However, unlike ordinary elves like Torruville, Francesca did not show any surprise when she saw the gold, but shook her head with some sighs.

For the current elven race, this gold is not of much value, just like the elven empire in the past, they have thousands of riches.

The glorious and beautiful elven city is a miracle that cannot be compared with the current human towns, but even such a civilization has not been killed by barbarian humans, and has become a minority race like the dwarves.

In the face of violence, only violence can contend with it.

Unfortunately, her people understood this too late.

Francesca's gaze swept over the chests, and she didn't look at the many magical equipment that adorned the walls, as well as the four giant metal golems guarding the corners, and then she bowed her head slightly and pursed her lips.

This treasure house has been protected by magic, and although thousands of years have passed, the contents have not been damaged, and those ancient magic equipment, as well as the four powerful metal golems, are really a more valuable treasure.

She thought for a moment, turned to Torviel and said:

"Don't you have a pact with the witchers to give them a quarter of the loot?"

"Although this treasure house belongs to our elves, wait until the next time they come here."

"You can inform me, and I'll give them another great reward."

………………

The next day, Vijma Old Town.

Wayne put all his valuables in the Demon Pattern Storage Bag and hung it around his neck for safekeeping.

Only put a small money bag containing dozens of Oren into the waist bag as change for daily consumption.

As for the bunch of snacks from another world, he carefully hid them under the bed, and even released a seal of Ardennes, not afraid of being discovered.

After having the Demon Pattern Storage Bag, Wayne felt that his strength had also improved greatly, of course, it was not the improvement of physical attributes and combat skills, the strength of the Demon Hunter depended largely on foreign objects.

Sword oil, alchemy bombs, potions, powerful armor and swords are all part of the strength of the witcher.

However, whether it is sword oil, alchemy bombs, or potions, they are all precious materials that are not easy to preserve and can easily be damaged in battle, and ordinary witchers can only carry a small part of them with them, and they cannot use them to their heart's content.

But with the Demon Pattern Storage Bag, these problems are all solved, and Wayne can not only carry all kinds of sword oil and potions with him, but even if it is various types of alchemy bombs, he can store dozens of them, and he is not afraid of being discovered and will not be damaged.

This has undoubtedly greatly enhanced his ability to resist risks, and he can find suitable solutions in the face of various unexpected situations.

Thinking of this, Wayne's heart couldn't help but sigh that he was lucky to be able to extract a piece of space equipment so quickly.

After breakfast, instead of going to the town hall to deal with the purchase of a house, he asked Geralt, who was a little hungover, for a blueprint of the Wolf School's master silver sword.

It was not a finished product, but a hand-drawn replica of Geralt from his own memories.

The main thing is the design concept of the sword, the appearance of the equipment and the material configuration diagram, because the requirements are extremely strict, so it must be completed by a skilled master blacksmith.

Although the Master-grade Silver Sword is not the best sword in the Wolf School, it is cheaper to build, easier to find, and easier to maintain, making it more suitable for use in ordinary tasks than Master-level equipment.

Wayne didn't want to, when he took the master-level equipment to cut down a few monsters, he found that the remuneration he got was not even a fraction of the repair fee.

After leaving the Fox Tavern, he walked for more than ten minutes according to the address given to him by Revarden, and came to the outside of a dwarven blacksmith in Virgin.

At this time, the blacksmith was still open, and three strong dwarves, dressed in thin clothes and dripping with sweat, carried huge hammers, and clanged on the iron blankets beside the fire.

Looking at the shape of those things, they should be knives and farm tools used by civilians.

This is not unusual, but the medieval blacksmith was not mainly about producing weapons and armor, as in the game, but also for the farmers and the inhabitants to produce iron pots, kitchen knives, hoes and other tools.

After confirming that the address was correct, Wayne, with a kind smile on his face, chose the most honest-looking young dwarf among the three dwarves, and asked:

"This master blacksmith, is Master O'Henry here?"

"I was introduced by his friend Mr. Rayvarden and wanted to ask him to help me build some equipment."

The young dwarf who was questioned by Wayne was stunned for a moment, then scratched his hair with his fingers stained with iron filings, and then said humbly:

"Mr. O'Henry, who played the Gwent card last night, and after winning our paychecks, drank half a barrel of dark beer, and probably hasn't woken up yet."

"However, if you want him to build you equipment, that's basically impossible."

"The equipment built by the teacher is never sold, he only builds equipment for the people he chooses, even if there are many dwarven juniors begging him, he never agrees."

Wayne frowned a little when he heard this, it seemed that it was really difficult to get a master-level silver sword from this master.

However, since you are here, there is no reason to hold back, whether you succeed or not, you have to give it a try.

With a smile on his face, he handed the letter of introduction that Revarden had given him to the young dwarf, and said:

"It's okay, master blacksmith."

"I'll wait here until Master O'Henry wakes up, and you give him this letter for me."

"By the way, I'm a witcher, and if you want to build a master-level sword, whatever he asks, you can negotiate it."

As he spoke, Wayne patted the young dwarf on the shoulder and whispered in his ear:

"My friend, you can also help me say a few kind words, whether it succeeds or not, I will invite you to the best tavern in the city, and drink until you are satisfied."

When the young dwarf heard Wayne say that he was going to invite him to the best tavern, and drank until he was satisfied, his eyes lit up, and he nodded hurriedly, and said humbly:

"Okay, you wait here."

"Actually, Master O'Henry is my uncle, and I will help you beg him."

"As for whether he gives me this face, it depends on your luck."