Chapter 1847 Empty, Lonely and Cold
Fine gold and mithril have always been one of the rarest forging raw materials in Zephyr Continent, both in ancient and modern times.
This is not only due to their indestructible texture, the lightness of the material itself, fire resistance, water resistance and corrosion resistance, but also due to their ability to independently guide and amplify magical power.
The so-called magical power not only includes magic and combat skills, but also includes the power of transformation.
Perhaps it is for this reason that both the Moonlight Scepter and the King's Crown contain fine gold and mithril.
Things are rare and valuable.
It is precisely because of the scarce nature of fine gold and mithril, as well as its wide range of uses and importance, that their prices once rose, and even reached an exaggerated level in a certain period.
However, later, due to similar hype, the Dwarf King at the time, who was the grandfather of the current Dwarf King, strongly lowered the price, which finally brought the market price of Adamantine Mithril back to the normal range.
Well, the topic has gone a bit far.
Regardless of whether it is a period of skyrocketing commodity prices or a period of prices returning to normal levels, the price of fine gold and mithril is not something ordinary people can covet.
Even ordinary small and medium-sized nobles, after obtaining a piece of equipment containing fine gold and mithril, will regard it as a symbol of family wealth, offer it high and pass it down to their descendants.
It is such a rare thing that can be made into the mechanism of the tomb passage, and it seems that there are quite a few similar steel needles. When counted together, they can weigh more than two or three kilograms - and this is just after stepping into the tomb passage. Less than a hundred meters away.
Perhaps the deeper you go, the more similar traps there will be.
Such extravagant and lustful behavior makes me very suspicious that the owner of the tomb is a tyrannical and greedy king. In order to build a luxurious tomb for himself, he plundered the people's fat and anointed while waving a long whip and forcing innocent civilians to work for him.
I even imagined the honor of being a monarch in my mind - a pair of mung bean-sized eyes, embedded in a big fat face, puffy cheeks like a puff of air, and even his The wine trough's nose was wrapped up. In order to breathe normally, he had to use his greasy hands to pull away the fat on his cheeks. His lips were fat and thick, and the color was like pink baby lips, but there were no The baby's lips are delicate and covered with a thick layer of oil. Whenever he laughs proudly, his whole fat face will tremble along with his plump lips.
"I say, brat, in order to reduce your own guilt, you can come up with such a set of assumptions, which really puts me to shame!" Odachi's voice trembled, and it seemed that he was indeed shocked by me. Not light.
I coughed twice in embarrassment and moved deeper into the tomb passage.
As I walked, I continued to admire the reliefs on both sides.
The reason why you can watch the reliefs so easily is all thanks to the spar ball that opened the way.
Speaking of the ball, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. It rolled a hundred times and finally hit the wall at the end of the tomb passage and stopped moving.
But I never expected that there was a mechanism under the floor tiles at the end of the tomb passage. A hail of steel needles and arrows pierced the crystal ball into a sea urchin.
What touches me is that despite this, the broken body filled with steel needles still shines stubbornly.
As long as there is still a little bit of magic power, it will not give up its fight against the darkness!
This kind of spirit touches me, this kind of behavior makes me admire!
I decided that I must take its remaining body out and bring it to a place with sunshine. I must let its life sublimate in the heat instead of dissipating in the darkness!
"Uh" Odachi hesitated several times, but finally said what was in his heart: "Can you not talk about recycling waste crystals in such a high-spirited way? It sounds disgusting to me."
After being told by Odachi, I turned red in the face, pretending not to hear, and leaned down to pull out the mithril steel needle inserted in the stone brick.
In fact, when I pulled out the steel needle, I also pulled out a few arrows, crossbow bolts, and even dug out a lead bullet embedded in a stone brick.
But to my disappointment, these things were very ordinary, either made of fine iron or pure lead bullets, worth little.
Maybe even two or three mithril steel needles from all the lead bullets collected from the entire tomb passage would be valuable.
Whichever of the two benefits is greater, I won’t do the same thing as losing the watermelon and picking up the sesame seeds!
After collecting all the steel needles, I felt so happy. I thought that this trip was really worthwhile. These institutions are just a small disaster at best. To be able to harvest such a large number of mithril steel needles is simply amazing. of cheap.
Odachi snorted, poured cold water on me and said: "How can such a small profit be called a huge advantage? I think it is a small advantage the size of sesame seeds and rice grains, but don't forget the saying, 'take advantage of small things and suffer big losses' '."
"You have a really big appetite." I held up a large bag full of steel needles and said, "Just these steel needles are enough to make a pair of pure mithril light armor, and together with it, I can also make a pair of pure mithril light armor." Silver weapons, based on today’s market price of mithril, I can exchange for the status of a middle-class noble with just these mithril.”
"That thing is still rare to you?" Odachi said disdainfully: "Any title you have on your head now is worth more than a middle-class noble."
"That's true." I laughed dryly, changed the subject, and said, "But I'm just comparing it with the market price. Speaking of which, although mithril is a regenerative mine, it grows extremely slowly. Every 10,000 handfuls Years don’t change the weather. I only walked through the tomb passage and got a small amount of mithril mine. Isn’t such a harvest worthy of surprise? "
"Che" Odachi said contemptuously: "Ordinary people."
"Tsk" I said sarcastically: "He has a head made of stone."
At the end of the tomb passage is a stone wall. The stone wall is also carved with lifelike reliefs. This is a picture of kneeling to the king. The number of little people kneeling to the king in the picture is obviously more than in the hundreds of previous reliefs. Moreover, there were also many people in strange costumes, most likely subjects of other conquered countries.
From this point of view, the owner of the tomb should be an ambitious and powerful monarch, at least one of the countries that can stand firm during the melee.
It's just that I don't know much about the history of the Melee period. Otherwise, even if I couldn't figure out the identity of the tomb owner, I could at least guess which country it was.
"You can make up for these things when you get back," Odachi suggested: "The most important thing right now is to break through the wall and see what the tomb looks like. It's best to touch the coffin of the owner of the tomb, and maybe you can harvest something." What a rare treasure!"
"Why are you so excited?" I asked puzzledly: "Even if there are rare treasures, you can't use them, right?"
"Have you forgotten? Didn't I say it before? You can hang it on your body when you don't need it. It looks good as a decoration!" Odachi said: "Besides, if you encounter another sword with a soul or something like that, , my loneliness, emptiness and coldness, shouldn’t there be somewhere to vent my loneliness!”