Chapter 1869 Disaster and Blessing

Compared with the first auxiliary tomb, the second auxiliary tomb brought much weaker visual impact and spiritual shock to Master Dewey and others.

In addition to the exquisite reliefs as before, there were only a huge scorpion corpse, a pile of broken stone sculptures of giant beasts, and a dozen dark gold metal blocks of different sizes.

Master Dewey could see the essence of the dark golden metal block at a glance. His body trembled violently, and he subconsciously wanted to rush over and hold the fine gold in his arms. However, after taking only one step, he stopped abruptly.

Closing his eyes tightly, he kept taking deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the greedy instinct in the goblin's bones, and kept muttering: "You can't rob it, you can't rob it. This is what my son discovered. It is my son's property."

Listening to Master Dewey repeat these words over and over, I felt both funny and a little moved.

No matter what, he at least suppressed his greedy instinct. Looking at Master Hall and several staff who came with him, they had already rushed over. Each of them hugged a piece of fine gold and kept kissing and rubbing it, as if They are not pure gold, but soft jade.

Looking at their exaggerated reactions, my heart didn't waver at all - this is the reaction a greedy goblin should have!

As for Master Dewey, he only temporarily suppressed his instinct with family affection. If it was not me but someone else who visited the grave, he would have pounced on it unscrupulously.

After calming down for a quarter of an hour, Master Dewey finally breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes again. His eyes had become extremely pure, and he could still look at the fine gold indifferently.

Finally, his eyes fixed on my face, and in a saint-like tone, he calmly said: "There is nothing worth lingering on here, take me to the next destination."

"Okay" I nodded.

Bypassing the people who were embracing the fine gold and showing a look of obsession, I led the way and led Master Dewey into the main tomb.

Entering the main tomb, Master Dewey looked around and said a little discouraged: "This tomb is a bit too shabby. Except for the high platform made of mithril, there are no outstanding treasures. I am curious, is it What kind of person would be buried in such a shabby tomb? Is it possible that in this tomb is buried a wife who is least favored by the owner of the tomb?"

"Please forgive me for disagreeing with this point." Fred Alexander's memory slowly floated out of the coffin and condensed into shape. He smiled lightly and said: "Hello, little guy from the goblin tribe, I am the owner of this mausoleum. , Philed Alexander.”

"Freid Alexander?!" Master Dewey looked at the memory in front of him in surprise. After a long time, he muttered: "Are you the eldest grandson of Philed Rupert? The first goblin during the melee period. king?"

"Looks like I'm not completely forgotten."

Alexander smiled.

There was a touch of self-mockery in his smile, but more importantly, it was an inexorable disappointment: "It's a pity that the fairy clan has declined."

Master Dewey glanced at me with reproach in his eyes.

He stood respectfully, rubbing his hands in front of his chest, with doubt in his eyes of reverence: "Are you really Fred Alexander?"

"Probably."

Alexander replied vaguely.

"Uh, maybe?" Master Dewey looked confused and subconsciously turned his gaze to me.

I hurriedly told him the cause and effect of the incident, including all the details.

After listening, Master Dewey took a deep breath and his eyes were full of shock: "I can't believe that the ancient race has mastered such magical magic and can host their consciousness and soul in the magic circle. This is simply a miracle!"

"This is not a miracle," Alexander said: "This is just one of the many ancient civilizations left by the God of Creation, and we, the goblin clan, just happen to have mastered this magic."

As soon as he heard the words 'ancient civilization', Master Dewey was so excited that he trembled all over. His calm gaze like a sage disappeared, replaced by a gaze as hot as fire, directed towards Alexander: "Dear Sir Your Majesty the Goblin King, I have a problem and I beg you for help."

"Speaking."

"I have been immersed in ancient texts for many years, but because they are too incomplete, I have never been able to fully decipher them. This is a pity for me and even the entire goblin family. Although you are a memory, you must still retain the knowledge you had during your lifetime. I I would like to implore you to help us complete the repair of the ancient text fragments."

Alexander was silent for a long time and said, "Forgive me for not being able to fulfill your wish."

"Why is this?" Master Dewey asked very puzzledly.

"Ancient writing contains extremely powerful power, and if used improperly, it will cause disaster."

"I am just a historian and scientist, not an adventurer. You must have seen this early on," Master Dewey said excitedly: "My work has always been dedicated to repairing lost ancient civilizations and using them to They benefit mankind, and as for war matters, I will not interfere, let alone use the power of ancient texts to influence everything!"

"You were known as the Holy King during your lifetime precisely because you were broad-minded, far-sighted, and loved the people like a son. For such a great person, can't you still see clearly what kind of blessings ancient writing will bring to mankind?" Master Dewey said more and more. The more excited he became, the more his hands clenched into fists. I was a little worried that if he continued like this, his hands would bleed from being so excited.

After taking several deep breaths, Master Dewey finally calmed down some of his excitement. He said in a deep voice: "You reject me like this because you have passed away and feel that today's human beings have nothing to do with you anymore? Or is it because you are choking and giving up eating because you are afraid of ancient texts? The disaster it has caused, and you don’t dare to touch it again?”

Master Dewey's gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing Alexander directly.

Alexander, on the other hand, still had a calm expression, unshakable by Master Dewey's sharp eyes and sharp accusations.

After a long time, Master Dewey sighed softly, feeling a little disappointed, and said: "I understand, Your Majesty the Fairy King, I understand your concerns. You are worried that ancient texts will be mastered by people with evil intentions in the future and used in war. It will bring catastrophe to mankind, is that right?”

Alexander nodded.

"But have you ever thought about it?" Master Dewey said: "One day, an adventurer picked up the ancient writing fragments lost in the wilderness, and activated it by mistake, understood its use and power, and then used it to If sold to people with ulterior motives, wouldn't it still bring disaster to mankind?"

"And no one can solve this disaster," Master Dewey said seriously, "because we don't have the power and knowledge to fight it."