Chapter 1872 True Mausoleum

The demolition work went smoothly. At the end of the project, someone discovered a hidden compartment at the bottom of the platform.

Master Dewey warned everyone not to act rashly. He took me on board the magic airship and asked Fred Alexander about the secret grid.

Alexander regretfully expressed his inability to help. He told Master Dewey that the tomb was built after his death and that he knew nothing about the layout of the tomb.

Asking for advice was fruitless, so we had to return to the mausoleum.

On the way, we had a discussion about whether to open the secret grid.

Master Dewey said that it is important to be safe in everything. There may be rare treasures hidden in the secret compartments, or they may just be traps.

At present, the coffin, fine gold, and mithril platform have all been sent into the magic airship. Now that you have tasted the sweetness, don't covet this little thing that knows no good or bad luck.

Faced with Master Dewey's attitude of seeking stability, I did not agree with it, but put forward completely opposite opinions.

I think that since Master Dewey can start from scratch and create the strongest business empire in the Hefeng Continent, he must also know the principle of "gaining wealth through danger".

In fact, robbing tombs is no different from doing business, both focused on the word "risk".

The more dangerous the place is, the greater the chance of obtaining rare treasures.

Although it is not ruled out that there is a vicious mechanism hidden in the secret compartment, there is a half chance that what is hidden in it is not a mechanism trap, but a rare treasure.

It may even be worth more than all the treasures in the entire tomb.

Because of this possibility, I decided to take a gamble.

Master Dewey's expression was still serious. He still disagreed with my idea, but he agreed with the idea of ​​"gaining wealth through danger".

In order to verify my suspicion, he decided to sacrifice part of the staff to open the secret compartment in my place.

I object to Master Dewey's practice of treating irrelevant staff as abandoned children and using their lives to save my life. I believe that life is equal, and since this proposal was made by me, it should be implemented by me personally.

Master Dewey rejected my objection mercilessly. He reprimanded me seriously, saying: "This is their job, not a place for you to show off, and you have no right to deprive them of their qualifications to serve the country!"

His tone was extremely harsh, which made me feel ashamed.

Indeed, serving the country is a supreme honor for goblins and dwarves. I really shouldn't deprive them of this right just because I can't bear it.

But thinking about it from another aspect, this is also a conspiracy of Master Dewey. He made full use of the spirit of "dedication to the country". On the one hand, he encouraged the staff to brave the dangers and face the difficulties. On the other hand, he made me the proposer. They are removed from the groups involved in the risk, which does not leave them with a reason to speak out, but also makes them willing to do so.

After all, this is an honor, and I was ruthlessly excluded.

After listening to Master Dewey's reprimand to me, the staff became more motivated. They quickly measured the rough specifications of the hidden grid and started digging.

Their movements were steady but not slow. In less than two hours, the floor tiles were cut into half-meter-square squares.

Later, I didn't understand how they were tinkering. They cut out a layer of bricks one centimeter thick.

Then we used the same technique to cut out two bricks with a thickness of three millimeters, and the hidden grid appeared in front of us.

At first glance, this is just an ordinary hidden compartment, without any hidden weapons, only a parchment.

I pushed aside the staff, squatted down next to the hidden compartment, and reached out to grab the parchment.

Master Dewey reminded from the side: "If anything happens, don't worry about that piece of parchment. It's important to save your life!"

I said 'hmm' and carefully reached out with my right hand.

First I pressed the roll on the parchment, then clamped the roll with two fingers, and picked it up with slight force. After confirming that there was no mechanism, I took out the roll with confidence.

After taking away the parchment, there was nothing in the secret compartment.

He handed the parchment roll to the staff wearing gloves to identify the poison, and after confirming that it was non-toxic and harmless, he took it back and unfolded it carefully.

On this seemingly rough parchment roll, a beautiful and delicate picture is displayed before our eyes.

But this is neither a figure nor a landscape painting, but a map.

"Map?" I looked over it several times, but didn't find any clues.

Master Dewey took the parchment from my hand and studied it carefully for a while. Like me, he found no clues.

We both looked at each other in confusion.

"It's better to go back and ask the professionals," I suggested, "Maybe we can't understand it as thoroughly as someone who can study it for a minute while studying here for a whole day."

Master Dewey applauded my suggestion.

After that, we walked around the mausoleum again, and after confirming that there were no more rare treasures, the group of people left with a hush.

After leaving the tomb gate, I suggested that Master Dewey take the magic airship and leave here immediately. In any case, this is the territory of Dashai City after all. If the Orc King and the others see it, they may have to give them some spoils.

Master Dewey took a moment to make up his mind and felt that what I said was reasonable. He immediately led the crowd to leave the territory of Darcy City and flew directly to Fort Vicky.

After the magic airship disappeared from the sky, the call crystal rang, it was Master Dewey.

I thought to myself that we had just parted ways, did he really miss me?

As soon as I picked up the phone, I was shocked by Master Dewey's surprise shout, which made my ears buzz: "Xiaoyi, I just asked, this is not an ordinary map, but a road map!"

"Oh, really?" I said calmly: "Then, which line does it record?"

"It is also my mausoleum." A familiar and melodious voice sounded. It was Fred Alexander. He said solemnly: "It is the mausoleum where my true body is placed."

"Oh~" I suddenly felt happy: "It turns out this is the mausoleum where the real body is placed~"

"I know what you are thinking." Alexander's voice was a little helpless: "You can take away the things inside, as long as you don't touch my body."

"Huh?" I teased, "I thought you had looked away, but it turns out you still care about your own body~"

"That is my former body after all," Alexander said with increasing helplessness, "If possible, I still hope it can be kept properly."

"Okay, I won't kid you anymore," I said seriously, "Don't worry, I won't touch your body. I can also contact the Fairy Queen to protect your tomb."

"Thank you," Alexander said sincerely: "As a thank you, as I just said, you can take anything in the tomb as reward, but only one thing."