The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

In the pitch-black cave, apart from the sound of droplets ticking down, there is only one big, small step.

“Psst.”

The addition of aluminum combustion aids brightens the light of the torch a little bit and gives me a clear view of the surrounding settings.

The rough caves are obviously not official entrances, but they are vast.

The rocky walls above the head are even over a hundred meters high, the gray palace stretches at the end of the viewing angle, and the gray masonry staircase builds a road between the palaces.

Under the palace, there is also a small brick bungalow, but now there are only brick walls left.

It was supposed to be a relic of a civilization, but it was obviously more than once attacked by thieves, who came out with stone statues that were inconvenient to remove, the looters left nothing behind, and the gold and stones on the statues were dug clean.

Probably not skilled enough or too ancient, the mural is already gray and black, and even the scrolls of parchment are rotten to look at.

“Was it empty again? ”

The words of a dead cat tighten my mind. If I really encounter a target stolen by a thief, I will really catch a needle in the sea after that.

“… ask the doorman here first. ”

One skeleton came out of the rubble, mostly dressed as a grave-thief, but still had some bird-headed skeletons.

“Necromancer? ”

When I saw the enemy, I relieved myself. Among the ruins and ruins, the most common are the immortal creatures.

Looking at it, most of the dead spirits are skeletal, low-ranking skeleton soldiers (civilian version), skeleton archers, skeleton labourers, but the highest ranking, I'm afraid, are just a few skeleton magicians, and there are no witches.

And the presence of these things at least means that the relic has not been cleaned up repeatedly, and there should still be valuable items in it.

I'm afraid there is no wisdom even if there is a senior dead spirit. After all, even if it is isolated as a witch demon, I will occasionally want to go out for a stroll. I can still accept it for centuries in this moldy underground. Thousands or tens of thousands of years would be too much.

A lot of people think that the older and the stronger the dead are, in a sense, a delusion.

Living more intelligent spirits, in general, are unlikely to be weak.

“Tsk, it's all weathered. Don't break it too much before you extract your memory. ”

The negative energy of the skeleton soldiers in front of them began to dissipate, the bones were almost fossilized, some walked and scattered themselves, and there was nothing left to fight for.

It's not that the longer you're flexible, the stronger you are, but that you can live this long, only the mighty spirit.

Low-order spirits without wisdom have been alone for a long time. With the dissipation of negative energy, the normal situation will gradually weaken and even return to dust. If the negative energy concentration in that area is high, it is also possible to reappear new spirits in a piece of remains and bones, but the natural spirits are completely different.

Only those intelligent spirits will consciously gather more negative energy and gradually become more powerful, cunning and isolated.

The skeletal creatures in front of them feel like the wind is going down as soon as it blows, and it's probably the enclosed environment that gives them enough shelter.

Such a dead guard can bully a tomb thief who has little power, but it means nothing to a dead magician like me.

A few low-ranking slave dying spirits have taken control of them.

I took memories directly from the soul fragments, but I frowned.

“The oldest dead, less than a thousand years old, climbed out of the wreckage here, when it was ruined. Later, the crust changed, and the entrance and exit were harder to find. There was no treasure here, and nobody came at all. ”

I'd rather be stuck in a dead dragon than in this situation... To find the monkey months, you may end up with nothing.

And turning around makes it even more uncomfortable.

“I smell the living, who dares disturb the great Grinka's dormancy. ”

On the side of the palace, suddenly there was a roar, a secret word between the souls, a patent for high-order dead spirits. From that magic fluctuation and dragon speech cavity, it seemed like a bone dragon?

Soon after, a ghost dragon flew out of the palace, although it was a little dragon less than five meters long, but the sound came.

“Crow mouth still works...”

Two minutes later, the ghost dragon with the teeth claw was lying on the floor with his head covered, and under my “friendly request”, he was very “excited" to tell me what was going on around him.

“Mirror? Flashing things? Things that can reflect the flash of foreign objects? ”

This little phantom dragon doesn't even seem to know what a mirror is, but with my "warm help," I quickly remembered something.

“Seemed to have seen it a long time ago, but couldn't bite it, then lost it at random, didn't know where it was, but it should be here. ”

I was too lazy to look at the ghost dragon in front of me.

Drawing memories, memories that you can't even remember, is hard to figure out, and I'm not going to look slowly from this guy's centuries of memories.

So...

“The dragon also works a little, at least to show that it's sturdy enough not to be afraid of tossing. Well, get moving and dig three feet to find it. ”

A skeleton soldier walked up from the ground, picked up a hoe and a knife and fork, and started a treasure hunt.

Worried about the insufficient number of people, I also summoned an extra batch of dead creatures to help with the search.

As a senior grave thief... Adventurers, I haven't never experienced anything like exploring relics. Treasures don't work like games, they're in chests waiting for you to open them, or kill monsters that fall naturally.

The kind of magic fluctuations are intense. At first glance, you can see that it is good stuff. Most of it is cursed objects and traps. No one will wander around with their whole family. Even if it is a monster with low intelligence, there will be no less disguises and traps in their treasures.

Without a certain appraisal, valuable antiques will also be treated as scrap iron in front of them, with a glittering gold-plated copper sword as a rookie. I've seen a dozen of them. Those legendary stories are the lucky ones to pick up artifacts from the grocery store, provided that some idiot sells them as scum.

Although ninety-nine percent of these things are fraudulent schemes of traitor owners to deceive newcomers, there are a few precedents. After all, not every team of adventurers will bring a senior appraiser. Some goods are inherently incorrect, especially tomb thieves who steal noble cemeteries. It is satisfying to be able to ship them safely. It is also common to sell good goods cheaply.

“So you picked up the leak? Have you ever bought anything good at a lower price? ”

Dead cats are a little surprised.

“No, I've seen people pick it up, like Cavins, Cavins, Adam, Adam... ”

The more I feel that the world is unfair, why are all these low-IQ creatures successfully picking up leaks? I clearly have repeatedly identified and tested every time, but never found treasure, so...

“So, when I opened my own shop in Iwo Jima City, I specialize in selling" unidentified stolen goods "," antiques found in the catacombs ", 500 silver coins one, the business was good at the beginning. ”

“….. that mess you can keep on supplying for the long term? You must have arranged a 'winning' toy. ”

“My antiques are pretty good, and then there's the mess the system gave me... ”

Heroise shook her head and she guessed what had happened since.

“And then it was revealed, and you couldn't drive? ”

“ ……. No, it didn't, but that's not why. ”

“What's that? You think it's boring? ”

“..... when I accidentally looked away, I really sold 500 silver artifact, lost a fortune, cried, I couldn't do it anymore. ”

“By your nature, you can't think of a way to get it back? Oh, I get it. Don't tell me it was Adam who bought it. ”

I nodded heavily, and this was a shadow of my mind, losing at least 10 years of turnover, and I would never open again.

I'm talking to Heroise, but I'm running out of time.

Low-order spirits are helping to find it, but they really don't know when to find it.

“Reflective Shards," “Hard Stones," what I gave these low-life spirits were such crude orders, and they were so complicated that they couldn't understand, and there were skeleton soldiers already in front of me with strangely shaped stones, and it seemed that some were looking for them.

A year, six months? But the rare God of Fortune actually took advantage of me once. Less than a week after the stone pile in front of me turned into a hill, a skeleton labourer who was already about to rot brought me that mirror.