Chapter 3653 The Shabby Emperor’s Tomb

Hathaway's shocked and surprised expression illustrates how deep-rooted class differences in Zephyr Continent are in human consciousness.

But I don’t have any idea of ​​breaking through the inherent class level and shaking the status of class divisions in human thought.

The reason is simple, I am also one of those with vested interests.

I don’t have any too far-sighted ambitions, and I don’t want to bring chaos to the world because of some restless and restless ideas.

My biggest dream is to get married to my fiancées, and then move to an unknown island with my family to live leisurely.

As for avenging Phoenix, helping her find her master, and helping the original owner of my body unlock the secret of my left arm, these are all subsidiary goals besides living a salty life.

Back to business.

Hathaway's shock did not last long, because I had already walked aside, set up the iron stove, and started grilling meat.

Barbecuing is my best and the only cooking I am good at.

The reason why my best cooking is barbecue is actually due to my past life.

I had no money, strength, or status before, so naturally no one would entertain me with food, and there was no place to live that would provide me with the opportunity to cook.

So I would look for edible things in the nooks and crannies of the dungeon after killing monsters.

Whether it was intentional by the God of Creation or accidental, the plants growing in the dungeon, including most of the monsters, were non-toxic and edible - except for the carrion puppets.

Just because they're edible doesn't mean they taste great.

Most of the plants growing in the underground city taste very bitter and astringent, and this bitterness is very persistent. Often, after eating a plant with a bad taste, there will be a sore taste in your mouth for the whole day. The taste will be bitter and astringent. Even if you eat sweet honey, you will still be enveloped by the bitter taste.

But how can a hungry novice wandering adventurer have the right to be picky?

I took pleasure in the hardship, dried the plants that had a pretty good taste, ground them into powder, used them as seasonings, and sprinkled them on top of the barbecued monster meat to make the hard and astringent monster meat more delicious.

Facts have proved that my idea was not bad. Although the flavor of the seasoned monster meat was not delicious, it was still easy to swallow.

For a long time afterwards, barbecue was my must-have food.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. After a long period of exploration and research, my barbecue skills have reached a level where I am very comfortable.

As long as I want to, I can cook any kind of barbecue deliciously.

Putting the beef that had been prepared on the stove, I grilled the meat slowly.

Hathaway was confused by my behavior.

For her, archeology is a sacred and serious matter, and she also knows a little bit that for tomb robbers, digging graves is also a very important thing - the more things they rob, the more valuable they are. , life will be better improved.

I am neither an archaeologist nor a tomb robber, but my behavior is no different from that of an archaeologist or a tomb robber, so Hathaway always thought that I would take this matter seriously.

But I didn't expect that I would be able to grill meat leisurely.

"My lord, what are you doing?" Hathaway hesitated.

I scratched my head and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. I just have a barbecue next to the mausoleum. I feel... I feel..."

Hathaway was troubled for a long time, and finally choked out three words: Weird.

Hearing this, I was startled and thought about it for a moment. It seemed that she was right. Barbecue next to the mausoleum was quite strange.

What to do?

We’ve all brought meat here, and we’ve also brought a complete set of barbecue equipment. You can’t just leave it unused, right?

After thinking about it, I slapped my forehead and realized, yes, as long as everyone participates, no one will feel weird.

It's like, everyone is a fool. If you are smart, you will naturally be treated as a weirdo. But if you act like a fool, everyone will be the same, and no one will use weird words. The eyes look at you, or you have the ability to turn all idiots into smart people, that's fine too.

Although I can't turn a sand sculpture into a smart person, I can pull everyone to have a barbecue around the mausoleum.

Anyway, as long as those of us present don't feel embarrassed, there is nothing embarrassing at all.

This is the famous theory of ‘if you can’t beat me, join in’, but the joining party has changed from a minority to a majority, while the party being joined has changed from a majority to myself.

When the exploration team completed their investigation and walked out of the mausoleum, the scene they saw at first sight almost made them doubt their lives.

"Sir, what are you doing?" The human adventurer leader stared blankly at the sizzling grilled meat on the grill, his face full of bewilderment.

"It's a barbecue party!" I said, "What's the problem?"

"No, there's no problem." The human adventurer leader was completely devastated by my unexpected answer and decided to give up thinking.

Since I was the one doing the cooking and BBQing myself, no one here dared not to participate.

Even though I repeatedly emphasized that there was no force, it was all voluntary, everyone present remained the same.

After everyone had a good meal, while they were resting, the leader of the human adventurer told me about the situation in the tomb.

The situation of this mausoleum is similar to the previous mausoleum. Even the location of the trap and the effect after being triggered are not much different.

Because of this, no one was seriously injured during this exploration trip.

"Is there a lot of enchanted equipment and magic equipment in there?"

Compared with the traps and other measures in front of me, I care more about the treasure inside.

"There are a lot of enchanted equipment, but I haven't seen any magic equipment."

"Is this it again?" I was a little disappointed.

It seems that except for the tomb of the first monarch of the Peruvian Empire, I have never seen any trace of magic weapons.

Although we dare not say that enchanted weapons were everywhere in ancient times and there were as many magic weapons as dogs, but compared to later generations, the number of magic weapons was still quite large.

As the monarch of the Peruvian Empire, even if the empire is in decline, it is still necessary to have the treasures it deserves!

Otherwise, what would it be like?

I frowned dissatisfied and said, "Why are you so poor? It's almost the same as the tombs of monarchs of small and medium-sized countries during the melee."

"Your Excellency is right," the human adventurer leader agreed: "When I first saw these funerary objects, I was completely confused - why is the tomb of the monarch of the Peruvian Empire becoming more and more shabby?"

"Later, I used instruments to test again and found that there was indeed nothing under the tomb. Then I finally confirmed that this was a shabby imperial tomb."

"So, what about gold, silver and jewelry?" I asked casually, "Are there many such things?"