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Chapter Thirty-Three: Buried Underground

After establishing a plan to rebuild the stone gate, the four of them entered the treasure house one after another.

When they passed through the last little door, dazzling golden brilliance occupied their sight. The royal family's treasure house naturally stored gold and silver treasures that ordinary people could not imagine. From silver and gold to various precious jewelry, almost all treasures that people could imagine were stored here.

In addition to the treasures, a weapon stand is also placed in the most conspicuous position in the northwest corner of the treasure house, with knight swords of different shapes displayed on it, and Viola almost subconsciously walked forward.

"These are the swords of the sword saints of the kingdom's generations."

She said excitedly, each of which represents a legend and also writes the trajectory of the kingdom's history.

As a swordsman, she inevitably felt like she was pilgrimage.

Viola could name each sword, and after their master passed away, these peerless divine weapons were stored in this corner forever.

Perhaps one day, her sword will be qualified to be arranged with these predecessors.

“There are many rare casting materials here.”

An Ling came to a cabinet. She recognized the names of some of the materials, but there were many materials she had never heard of. She felt that the one who collected these materials must be a great wizard who was proficient in spells.

She remembered that there were many wizards in the northern country centuries ago, and Archbishop Anfictor was the representative figure. However, with the changes of the times, the backbone of these northern countries disappeared into the long river of history.

"A lot of this is related to potion."

Ye Yin came to An Ling's side, "I originally planned to learn magic potions before, but unfortunately I had limited talent. I couldn't get started with the books borrowed from the library by Miss San."

When she heard that Miss Third wanted to become a Sword Saint, she decided to learn potions to assist Miss Third.

Unfortunately, the third lady really joined the ranks of the Sword Saint afterwards, but she is still just an ordinary maid. The threshold for potions is not low, and its existence has been closely related to wizards since ancient times.

"That emblem is the token of Emilian, who was once the best potionist in the Kingdom."

Ye Yin pointed to the row of silver needles placed in the exquisite box yearningly. The potion of the kingdom was almost initiated by Emilian alone. It is said that in that era of war, there were only her and two apprentices in Emilian's potion shop.

One of the primary apprentices inherited her mantle and carried forward potions, while the other one left the potions shop and later did not leave his own mark in history.

Anling stared at these precious props for a long time, and finally restrained her thoughts and made no unreasonable requests.

Unlike all the three people who love each other, Gu Yun has no interest in the treasures here. He only feels that the accumulated gold mountains take up space and are dazzling.

After searching in the treasure house for a while, he stopped in front of an open treasure chest.

The container in the treasure chest was damaged, and the solution originally placed inside was evaporated before they came, so he had a guess, "Iga Hikari should have fainted from the poison of this thing."

He could almost imagine the scene of Iga Hikaru being covered in poisonous gas when he opened the treasure chest happily.

Although this Iga ninja has some skills, he is still too young after all and cannot withstand the test of treasure chests. Or to be more precise, it is actually a common problem for adventurers who like to open treasure chests.
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