Chapter 1765 Mr. Mage Is Too Cautious

The black slime was poked by the elder sister, woke up like a dream, quickly pulled out the pseudoleg from his mouth, pointed to his forehead, and looked at the elder sister with disbelief.

"Uh-huh!"

The transparent slime folded her arms on her chest and nodded solemnly, confirming that she was chosen to deal with the intruders—this is also a test for the cute little girl.

"Yo oh!"

The black slime waved his fist, gladly accepted the order, and squirmed towards the stairs.

The eldest sister quickly stopped her, pointed to the young mage in the crystal ball, and reminded the younger sister that this person was difficult to deal with through telepathy, and he might not be able to defeat him in a direct confrontation.

The black slime made a mistake this time, with a pair of big watery eyes flickering, his cheeks resting on his feet, and he looked at the elder sister pitifully.

The transparent slime sighed helplessly, rolled his eyes, and suddenly smiled cunningly.

"Hahahaha……"

She turned and floated to the corner, dragged out a forged brass box from behind the bookshelf, and piled it in front of the little girl.

The black slime looked at the box, then at the eldest sister, suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had understood the intention of the eldest sister, he stretched his resilient body into a long strip, like a black snake, trying to get into the box through the keyhole middle.

The transparent slime quickly grabbed her by the tail, pulled her out of the box, waved her pseudoleg angrily, and reprimanded her.

The black slime was scolded timidly, with a face full of bewilderment.

The transparent slime shook his head dejectedly, and opened the box by himself. Inside was a magic crystal with blue light, weighing about two pounds.

The transparent slime first pointed to the magic crystal in the box, and then pointed to the ground, using telepathy to instruct the little girl how to set up a trap next, using the intruder's greed to lure the other party into taking the bait.

"Yo!"

The black slime finally understood, its round body suddenly melted into the ground, dived into the depths of the formation, and then popped up like a fountain, jumping excitedly.

Seeing this, the transparent slime showed a gratified smile, and the little girl finally realized how to use her strengths.

The black slime closed the lid of the box, lifted the heavy treasure box with a pair of pseudo-legs, put it on his head, and jumped downstairs.

Her four older sisters and elder brothers lined up at the stairs, watching her go away, with varying shades of worry in their eyes.

When the figure of the black slime disappeared at the stairs, the transparent slime winked, and led the remaining three younger siblings to go downstairs quietly, following the little sister—in case something goes wrong, they can help in time.

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Joan stood on the roof of the Adamantine Fortress, frowning slightly as he looked at the hordes of government servants surrounding the fortress below.

Just now he captured a servant of the mechanism and analyzed it, and the results showed that this construct was loaded with a device similar to a "clockwork module", which could perform "complete repair" three times a day, and could perform "repair" infinitely.

Considering the powerful repair ability of the servants, Joan suspects that even if he turns into a nine-headed troll or a twelve-headed snake lizard, and tries his best to destroy the servants, the speed of destruction may not be as fast as they can repair each other.

Of course, if he spared no expense, he still has a way to destroy all 200 servants, but this will consume a lot of physical strength and more precious spellcasting resources, and then he will have no spare energy to continue exploring the mysterious castle ahead.

Especially considering that there may be enemies lurking in the castle that are far more dangerous than the servants, Joan doesn't want to play all the cards in his hand here.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided that it would be best to try to get rid of their siege instead of going head-to-head with this group of brainless servants.

After making up his mind, Joan first blessed himself with "Invisibility", and then shrunk the Adamantine Fortress back into the storage bag.

While the surrounding servants were still stunned by the disappearance of the fortress, Joan opened the "any door" and quickly teleported to the gate of the castle nearly a thousand feet away.

The "Magic Detector" of the agency servant has a search radius of only 120 feet. Joan escaped from the siege in an instant, and his position at this moment was far beyond the detection range of the servants. Before they could turn around and follow him, he went straight through the wall and appeared in the hall on the first floor of the castle.

Joan waved his "peeping magic eye" to investigate the dark and empty hall.

There is no light source in the hall, and the only light comes from upstairs, projecting down through the corner of the staircase, illuminating a small area of ​​the floor.

Joan soon noticed that there was a mass of objects under the stairwell, half in the shadow, half exposed to the light, slightly reflective, it seemed to be a two-foot-square metal box.

What's in the box?

Joan was naturally curious, and subconsciously took two steps towards the stairwell, but stopped again, with a look of vigilance in his eyes.

Exploring in a mysterious castle, I accidentally found a treasure chest - this kind of encounter is too dramatic, and it meets the readers' expectations when it appears in the novel. Feeling a slight sense of incongruity.

He put himself in his shoes and thought, if he were the owner of this secret castle, would he put a box that was barely labeled "here is a treasure" in the stairwell casually?

Joan felt that he would not do this.

It's normal for the stairwell to be used to store sundries, but the box made of brass is not like a glove box used to stuff rags or insecticides.

What was even more suspicious was that there was not even a speck of dust on the box, and the sense of incongruity became even stronger when it was placed on the dusty floor under the stairs.

Is it a trap?

With doubts, Joan remotely controlled a glass magic eye and flew to the stairwell, observing the brass box nearby.

The magic eye has been enchanted with the 2nd-level divination spell "detect traps", which can scan mechanical devices or magical traps within a radius of 60 feet.

The detection results surprised Joan, at least within 60 feet of the box, there was no sign of traps.

Joan took two more steps towards the box, hesitated for a moment, and stopped again.

If the "detection trap" can't scan for abnormal signs, there must be no traps?

That's not necessarily true!

It is possible that the trap is placed more than 60 feet away from the treasure chest, or it is possible that the treasure chest itself is blessed with a spell such as "avoid detection".

Of course, there is another situation that is more likely, and Joan also knows in his heart that his "obsessive-compulsive disorder" has committed again-once he finds something suspicious, he must use all the detection methods he can think of Otherwise, my heart will not be at ease, as if there is a lack of regret.

That's right, whether there are traps is still secondary. The important thing is this "sense of ritual" in pursuit of completeness.

Anyway, he was not in a hurry, and Qiao An felt that there was no harm in being cautious, so he opened the storage bag, took out the "see-through hand mirror", and took a photo of the box, and couldn't help showing surprise.

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