Chapter 193

He realized that the densely packed mirrors in the cave were not just for show, and almost every mirror had its purpose.

In the evening.

Dak further found the third array diagram!

After recording the third array diagram, Dak observed it carefully, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. He put the three array diagrams together in his mind, and then he found that they seemed to form a complete sphere!

"Trinity?"

Dak gradually had some ideas.

There were three array diagrams hidden in the entire mirror room, and nothing new was found afterwards.

The "instruction manual" that was originally expected did not exist.

But this was not a big problem.

Now that the array diagram is in hand, as long as we investigate what creative achievements Alvette had during her student days, we can roughly figure out the purpose of this set of array diagrams.

The Valkyrie would not move things that are already in the textbook to use as treasures, right?

...

It was late at night...

After Dark had eaten and drunk his fill, he prepared to have a comfortable sleep and return to the dormitory after dawn.

Based on the joy of the harvest, he slept very sweetly.

Impmon wrapped himself in a scarf and fell asleep against its cheek.

In the past two days, they have confirmed that this dragon cave is very safe.

In fact, with the defeat of the magic dragon, the entire ancient forest became quiet, and many mechanisms stopped running as if they had completed their tasks.

The reason why it did not break on the spot was because there were still people inside.

...

When Dark fell asleep early, Witt and others who had nothing on the other side started a bonfire out of boredom.

Although the bonfire was a toy bonfire sold in Traveler Street, it was essentially a magic furnace, but it could create some atmosphere.

But under the light of the fire, the faces of the three people were not very good.

Witt was lost, Robert was irritable, and Scott was a little ashamed of his promise before entering the secret passage.

After a whole day, they were no longer as calm as they were last night, and only Betty was still racking her brains in the secret room.

But after a long time, Betty had to walk out of the secret room full of mirrors.

She rubbed her eyebrows and felt that her eyes were blurry.

"Scott, do you have hot coffee?"

Betty dragged her feet to the campfire, wanting to add some sugar (adding sugar cubes to the coffee crazily).

"Wait a minute."

Scott took out a small can of coffee from his bag and threw it into the water that had not yet boiled.

Betty sat down beside him, hugged her knees and looked forward, her sight gradually attracted by the campfire.

Witt couldn't help asking: "Senior, did you get anything?"

Betty still stared at the campfire and ignored him.

Witt: "Senior?"

Betty stood up suddenly: "Got it!"

Witt: "What did you get?"

Betty: "We need a highly concentrated light source!"

...

With a flash of inspiration in Betty's mind, Witt's treasure hunting journey finally came to an end.

Betty used the on-site refining method to create a simple light emitter that can emit a bright light beam, and then immediately entered the secret room and used the light beam to illuminate the mirror.

Half a minute later, she walked out with a happy face.

Witt, who was anxiously waiting at the entrance of the secret room, hurriedly asked: "How is it? Did it succeed?"

Betty raised her eyes slightly and said proudly: "Of course, don't you see who I am?"

Witt said excitedly: "Let me see."

Betty handed him the light emitter: "Just inject magic power."

Witt immediately rushed into the secret room, impatient.

After he injected magic power into the light emitter, and then followed Betty's instructions, he shone the light beam from the entrance of the secret room to the mirror opposite, and suddenly a picture of the light array appeared in front of him.

"Is it such a simple design?"

Witt's face flushed, and his hands trembled with excitement.

"Is this the treasure my father left behind?"

"What kind of array could it be?"

"Ancient magic array?"

"Exclusive alchemy array?"

"Or a special spell in the form of pictures and text?"

He couldn't help but start to fantasize.

...

Outside the secret room...

Scott asked curiously, "Did you find anything?"

Betty glanced at him and was a little happy: "It should be a spell."

Scott said excitedly, "The spell left by the hero? I want to take a look!"

Betty shook her head and said, "This is not a good idea. Since it is something left by the hero, it should be received by the hero's son. And it is not a spell that everyone can use."

Scott accepted her statement: "The things left by the hero are always special. It is also a kind of fate that Witt can obtain his relics!"

Betty rubbed her temples: "I need to rest for a while. The next recording work has nothing to do with me."

Scott shrugged: "Of course it is Witt's own job."

Then, Betty came to the campfire, put on insulation gloves, took out the hot coffee, opened it and poured it into the teacup, and then stuffed sugar cubes into it.

In the dark where no one could see, she pursed her lips slightly.

Although it was a pity, she actually recognized the spell when she saw it.

It was a universal spell, and it was indeed not something that everyone could use.

Because it comes with a verification function, it will change into a form that matches the owner's qualifications.

Among them, only after transforming into a weapon can the basic function of the spell be exerted.

Depending on the weapon, the strength of the spell is different.

Among them, the "sword" is the most powerful!

Its name is "Phantom Spell", which belongs to both magic card and prop card.

Because it is often used by the hero to summon the holy sword, it is also called "Holy Sword Spell"!

...

And the reason why Betty knows so clearly is that the "Holy Sword Spell" is something that can be learned in the second semester of the fourth grade-she previewed it in advance!

Within just half a minute of recognizing this spell.

She decided to keep this secret in her heart forever.

It was not her wish to destroy a child's beautiful fantasy about his parents.

Of course, she didn't want to hide it.

But who knew that the treasure left by the hero would be something in the textbook?

Anyway, when Witt reached the fourth grade, she had already graduated...

"It's terrible!"

...

The three of the four were immersed in joy, and even Robert was secretly happy for Witt.

Witt finally thought of Robert. He asked Robert to enter the secret room and help hold the light device, while he began to record.

Although the "Holy Sword Spell" was not short, it was at least a spell on a plane, and it was not difficult to draw.

Witt spent half an hour to successfully record it.

Then he asked Robert to leave the secret room, and he felt refreshed!

The treasure left by his father was finally in hand!

…

Excited, several people sat around the campfire and chatted for a long time, and then took out their sleeping bags and fell asleep.

…

At the same time.

The bat that had been huddled in the corner opened its eyes.

A hundred meters away.

The vampire, who followed his physiological instinct, finally crossed the maze-like secret passage and found the vicinity.

The complexity of the secret passage made it wander all night.

The brain, which was originally in a chaotic state, was twisted into a mess by the irritability and hunger.

His arms were hanging down, saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were flashing with ferocity, like a hungry ghost crawling out of hell!

As the breath of the prey got closer and closer, the hunting instinct made him stop panting, and his footsteps were silent.

The torches on both sides of the secret passage were no longer lit.

He chanted in the darkness.

He sneaked in the shadows.

A few minutes later.

The light of the campfire was reflected in the vampire's eyes.

The four people who were sleeping in their dreams did not notice it at all.

The vampire spit out a long and pointed tongue and circled around the corner of his mouth.

He could feel the little blood left in his body boiling.

Among the four people huddled in the sleeping bag, the taste of one person's blood had been deeply engraved in his soul.

That was the most delicious prey.

It was the most beautiful blood bag!

The dark shadow attacked the four people.

The vampire quietly walked to the side of the son of the brave, slowly, slowly, resisting the rage to bite him to pieces, leaned down, and stretched his fangs to the neck of the son of the brave.

The blood in the wine glass was delicious.

But the blood flowing in the blood vessels was the favorite of the vampire.

A strong fishy smell pierced Witt's nose, and he frowned subconsciously, and then opened his eyes hazily.