Chapter 140 Byron's Great Adventure, and New Guests

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The ancient ruins lie dormant in the dark. Thousands of years have not been able to erode those sturdy artificial building materials, but they have erode the human breath that once existed here, and a cold and humid air is entrenched in those vicissitudes. Corridors and rooms There is neither life nor death in the air.

This atmosphere continued for so long until it was broken by outsiders.

The light from the magic spar illuminated the way forward, and the heavily armed squad of Cecil Combatants, led by Knight Byron, walked deep in the corridor, cautious and preoccupied, as if ready to deal with those who pounced from the darkness. Even though the monsters that came out were from the time they entered the ruins to the present, the biggest creatures they had seen were only a few mice.

Knight Byron walked at the front of the team, and a soldier behind him was holding an oil lamp. In the presence of bright magic spar, the lighting effect of the oil lamp was not too great. Its main function was to Provides an early warning when the surrounding is hypoxic, and responds when there are shadows and unclean things around.

According to the order issued by Gawain, they went deep into this ancient mountain ruins. Now it is the second day of their activities in the ruins. What they see along the way has not changed much, but it is nothing more than a neatly planned and surprisingly wide corridor. With empty rooms, the building structure inside the mountain feels complicated at first, but after exploring for a while, you can grasp the rules: this facility is obviously not designed to get lost. .

But no matter how boring the things he saw along the way, Byron dutifully drew the map and marked the rooms.

The light of the magic spar shone into another deep room. Byron and others came to the end of the corridor temporarily marked as the "third corridor". The soldiers advanced in a vigilant formation. After confirming the safety of the room, they set up a door at the door. Lower post: They're going to take a break here.

Exploring in the dark ancient ruins is a very exhausting thing, the physical consumption of walking is not much, but groping in the dark is quite a test of people's spirit. The soldiers brought in this time are already experienced and ambitious veterans, but they still need to rest in time to go on.

After investigating the risk factors, the soldiers camped in the open space in the corner of the room. They placed the magic spar around to provide lighting, then took out their dry food and drinking water, and took the time to eat to replenish their physical strength. Byron sat on a magic Next to the spar, he looked at the map in his hand by the light.

This hand-drawn map marks the areas that have been explored so far. Because the corridors and rooms are very regular, the map is very concise and easy to understand. It is not a problem to draw the planes of each layer individually on paper.

Byron, a mercenary, is familiar with this.

"My lord, there doesn't seem to be anything on this floor," a veteran said beside him. "The useful things have been emptied."

"Things of value tend to be in deeper places," Byron replied, pointing to a spot on the map, "According to the previous rules, this should be the grand staircase leading to the next floor, and we will go here later. go."

"Yes."

Byron turned his attention back to the map, and glanced at the oil lamp whose lampshade had just been turned on. The bright flame was still burning well and trembling slightly with the breeze.

wait...the wind?

Where does the wind come from in the completely sealed mountain ruins? Wouldn't the ventilation ducts form such a large airflow?

The vigilance cultivated during the mercenary period made Byron not let go of this detail. He immediately closed the map and wet his fingers with saliva to sense that there was indeed wind.

"There is airflow here," he immediately reminded. "Light a few more lights and split up to find them. This room should have more than one entrance and exit."

The soldiers acted immediately and began to search for the secret door and trap in the room. Soon, they found something unusual.

At the end of the room, there was a clear rectangular depression on one wall, resembling a door, and next to the depression was a pile of decaying debris, wood shelves and steel scraps that had been weathered for thousands of years.

The room was dimly lit before, and similar wall depressions and piles of debris could be seen everywhere in the ruins themselves. Most of them were traces left after the removal of equipment, so the soldiers didn't pay attention to these things at all.

But there is air blowing out of this place, and it is obviously connected to the outside world.

Byron ordered the soldiers to remove the accumulated debris, and as a result, a section of metal half-buried in the wall was revealed. It was a cylinder less than half a meter in diameter, perpendicular to the ground, and half of it was buried in the wall. The exposed part is covered with complex patterns, and the upper part is still a downwardly inclined plane: obviously it cannot be used as a table for placing items.

"What is this?" A soldier looked at the metal pillar curiously, with a nervous look on his face, "Could it be a trap..."

"No," Byron shook his head, while recalling some common sense that Gawain had explained to himself, "According to the Duke, items with this appearance are usually used like this..."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the inclined plane at the top of the metal object, but the latter did not respond.

There was no embarrassment on Byron's face: "Of course, most of the things in here can't be used. After all, they will deteriorate over time. This is common sense."

A soldier said carelessly: "Sir, have you tried taking off your gloves?"

Byron's old face was not red at all, and he glared at the big boss: "Then try it!"

The soldier on the other side was indeed the soldier that Byron brought out. He was not polite at all. He took off his gloves and put his hand on the slope like Byron just now.

In the next second, the complicated patterns on the surface of the metal object brightened slightly, and a slight vibration came from somewhere. At the same time that the soldier's face showed a look of consternation, Byron heard the transmission inside the metal object. A somewhat distorted and very rigid voice came: "Detection... sample testers... stable period... allowed to pass. Opening the isolation door..."

Then, with the creaking sound of the ancient mechanism, the depression on the wall actually shrank inward, revealing a previously hidden passage!

Everyone looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"I... I didn't do anything," the soldier quickly retracted his hand, looking nervous and at a loss, "You are all watching."

Byron glanced at the dark passage behind the door, suddenly took off his gloves, and put his hands on the metal slope.

The metal device also lit up, and an old-fashioned and distorted sound soon came from inside: "Detection... sample testers...stable period...allowed to pass, the isolation door is open."

"Me too?" Byron was stunned, then frowned, and ordered a soldier casually, "Come and try!"

The soldier followed suit and put his hand on the device, and the exact same thing happened after that: the metal device lit up, and a voice came from inside, announcing permission to pass.

Dare to love, but anyone who puts his hand on it can pass the test.

"It's probably broken..." After testing two more soldiers, Byron breathed a sigh of relief, "After all, it's such an ancient thing."

A soldier asked cautiously: "Sir, we still have..."

"Go in and have a look," Byron's face was still cautious, but his heart was already slightly excited, as a former mercenary who had traveled through the ruins of the southern border and never overturned, he seemed to have smelled something good, "After looking for so long , finally found something!"

...

While Byron and his party continued to go deep into the ruins in the mountains, a new guest also set foot on the new territory of the Cecil family.

This is a young woman with a graceful figure. She is wearing a veil dress that does not resemble Ansu style, her long hair is scattered behind her, and a lilac veil covers her face, leaving only a pair of bright and agile Her eyes were exposed, and she walked into Cecil's territory in such a generous way, passing through the soldier's post, through the gate of the camp that is now a small town, and walked through the neat wooden houses.

Cecil's subjects came and went beside her, but everyone ignored her.

The veiled woman just walked along like this, looking curiously at this town, which is theoretically only a few months old. Those well-ordered wooden houses can already be regarded as qualified town buildings in other places. After all, in most places of this era, the living conditions of civilians are not even comparable to such houses, but in fact these wooden houses are still obvious "transitional". Architecture", because on both sides of the town's avenue, you can also see houses that are being demolished and rebuilt. Those houses have rammed the foundation and built with bricks and tiles, which are obviously the next generation of houses in this town.

A strange noise came from not far away. The veiled woman followed the sound and found that the direction of the sound was a factory building with smoke and dust. She walked over curiously, opened the door openly, and saw the inside. stunned after the sight.

It turned out that this was the place where the bricks and tiles were fired, but in the canopy in the center of the yard, there were two strange machines. One of the machines had an obvious magical reaction. A powerful rotating shaft drives another machine connected to it, and that machine continuously presses the silt mixture as a raw material into a regular ceramic brick, both machines are not only amazingly efficient, and obviously do not require complex Control: Only two civilians in sackcloth trousers watched by the machine, while many more were busy loading the fast-forming bricks onto the trolley and pushing it towards the neatly lined up on the other side of the yard , in a row of kilns that are several times larger than ordinary brick kilns.

Those two large magical devices...what are they?

Magic institution? But what about the mages who control them? Who is pouring magic into them? Who is regulating the flow of their magic? Who controls their speed and start and stop?

Could it be those two ordinary people who didn't have the slightest magic reaction? !

Speaking of which... this place seems to be able to sense magical reactions everywhere, which is really strange. Could it be that the entire territory is built on a magical focus?

The woman wearing the veil frowned. She really wanted to disassemble the two machines, but to do such an outrageous move, I am afraid that even clever stealth or psychological suggestion will fail, so she can only Shaking his head regretfully, he exited the yard and closed the door.

At this moment, a seemingly familiar and energetic voice suddenly came from behind her: "Ah! Who are you?!"

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