Chapter 381. I've Picked Up A Treasure.

[You have killed Clark Zarkel (high-rank rose personal attendant). Obtained 72500 experience.]

The system's confirmation made Char completely at ease. Furthermore, the magical wave from the sky had attracted most of the guards, leaving Clark to guard the place alone. Thus, the two muffled sounds did not alarm anyone, and Char just managed to drag him into the nearest house.

When they were outside, Char found that this place was more like a temporary prison in the camp, so he was not worried about the safety inside.

He was even prepared to take over the place.

Nothing was safer than being in the dark.

But even so, when he opened the door, the figure curled up in the corner still made him gasp in surprise.

"Imira?"

"Crickto, it's you? No... That's not your name, you're Char! Bastard!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Imira's body trembled, and then he raised his head while trembling.

Imira charged forward like a mad man, but was kicked to the ground by Char.

"Be reasonable, Young Master Imira."

Char tapped on the door and activated the soundproof barrier.

Thanks to the Dark Elves' desire to show off their skills and their humane service, these temporary cells were equipped with sound-proof barriers. The only practical use was to prevent the screams and snores of the prisoners from disturbing the dark Elf guards who were patrolling outside and had incredible hearing.

He was the one who got off easy.

After that, Char turned to look at Imira, who was in a bad state.

Not counting his own kick, he had obviously been beaten up by someone. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He looked extremely miserable.

This was not strange, it was understandable... In the past half an hour, the leaders of the Dark Elf Army had changed. Other than the flowering family, all the other nobles had become prisoners. There might have been some traitors among them, but that definitely did not include the Storm family, who had been scolded by Bloom.

Among them, young master Imira Storm had recently pointed out his elders and criticized their dark history, completing a soul-stirring public execution. Now, he had to be caught and beaten up to tell him how cruel society was.

Just thinking about it was quite tragic.

If not for this single room, he would have been beaten to death.

"Liar! You shameless liar! You've stolen the fruits of my labor! Damn it!" Imira scolded, tears streaming down her face.

"You're focusing on the wrong thing, Young Master Imira. You should consider your future... Besides, what I said wasn't on your voice recording stone. It was my own accumulation."

Char shook his head helplessly. This guy was still thinking about her being in the limelight at a time like this.

He took two steps forward, and this guy hurriedly retreated and curled up into a ball.

"Look at you. Why, are you confused about your fate? The confidence he had all along disappeared? Sigh, why..."

Char sat beside him and threw him a silk coat made in Elfheim that seemed to still have the smell of sunlight.

"Put it on, it's pretty cold here."

Imira took the gift in a daze and looked at him suspiciously. As if she thought of something, she suddenly turned pale with fright and shrank back into the corner. historical

"You... Don't tell me you're drooling over my body!"

Char really wanted to jump up and give him a kick.

"You're overthinking it, Young Master,"

"You've spent so much effort to get close to me, not for the voice-retention stone, what else could it be?"

'First, in order to be able to speak to the Empress, and second... I do want to get something from you, but not your body." Char sat down and chugged down a bottle of medicine to recover her mana that was almost depleted.

The soldier he had just summoned was the oldest model and also the one with the lowest mana consumption. Even so, he had almost used up all his mana after two shots.

Although his quasi-god Space had mutated, he had indeed obtained a lot of powerful tools. If he played freely, he could indeed achieve one-man army.

However, the system was also becoming more and more strict in restricting him from using the props, obviously to prevent the unparalleled from playing in advance.

With this amount of mana, even if he became a level 80 mage, he would only be able to shoot out two soldiers in one go and fire a few more shots.

"You want to get something from me?"

Imira frowned. He suddenly became alert.

He remembered a principle he had heard from the Mushroom Men in the past when someone wanted to buy your house for no reason, you'd better check if there were any remains under the house.

He clearly had nothing now, but the other party suddenly took the risk to come to his door. Could it be that there was something on him that he had overlooked?

Thinking of this, Imira suddenly calmed down, and the panic from before disappeared without a trace.

Once a person calmed down, their thoughts would flow smoothly. He immediately recalled the shocking change that happened in the hall not long ago, especially the scene where Lucia left with Char.

Right! Her Majesty the Empress!

Now that this person had returned, did it mean that...

"Where is the Empress? Where is Her Majesty?" Imira suddenly got excited. "I'm going to protect her!"

"Protect her? You?"

Char laughed in disdain.

It looked like... There were still a few bootlickers.

"Why don't we make a deal?"

He snapped his fingers lightly.

"I'm sure you've already thought about it. Her Majesty is in great danger right now. To be honest, not only was she surrounded, but she also lacked a trustworthy person-even Clark betrayed her. "

"Yes, that bastard is actually a traitor!"

"I'm going to teach him a lesson when we get out of here!" said Imira angrily.

"I'm afraid we won't have the chance."

Char said regretfully as she pointed at the body behind her.

"Who is this? A dead guard?"

Imira walked forward with a frown. He pulled a little bit, and a face that he was very familiar with, but had been shocked before he died, was revealed.

Clark!?

"Ah!" Imira screamed, and then subconsciously covered her mouth, but then she realized that there was no need to do so here...

"You, you actually killed him? You actually killed Clark?"

"That's right, all those who betray the Empress must die. There aren't many people she can trust now," Char said coldly. other than me, you're one of them.

Imira's eyes lit up! His impression of Char changed because of this sentence, and he quickly threw the dead man down and asked, "Did Her Majesty ask you to save me?"

"Of course she didn't say that. She asked me to gather all the power that I could use. So I mentioned you, and she agreed," Char shrugged.

"Me? Why did you mention me?" Imira was also confused. "What else do I have now..."

"This is also what I wanted to ask you... What are you still hiding?"

Char asked slowly.

Imira was the treasure boy, not only in his personality and ability to court death, but he also had a good life. He had escaped from the ruins that all Char had been afraid of. All the hidden data such as clues, formulas, maps, and so on had been cut off because of his death. Now that the universal living puzzle was in front of him, how could Char let him go?

More importantly, he remembered very clearly that there was a secret space in Imira's alchemy laboratory, where the "Wealth" that he had really accumulated over the years was stored. If he could get the permission to open it, he was confident that he could complete this quelling of the rebellion alone.

After he asked this question, Imira seemed to have remembered something and said, "You even know about the ownerless space?"

Ownerless space? "

Char was a little curious. This was indeed the topic he wanted to hear, but judging from the name, it was not quite what he had expected...

"You don't know?"

Imira suddenly became alert, and she vaguely realized that she was being deceived.

"I don't know much, but I still know."

Char immediately changed to her usual bluffing tone. Even you could not tell how much he knew, but you no longer doubted whether he knew.

I saw it before I came. It was occupied by Bloom. Did you let him know anything?" He asked.

This was almost nonsense, because the entire camp was now owned by Bloom. However, if what Imira said was indeed that alchemy laboratory, then it was also true.

Char had noticed that the security was the tightest when they were still in the air, and the lights were on. It was obvious that someone more important was living inside.

Combined with his understanding of bloom, he was most likely living in the laboratory and fiddling with the voice recording stones that contained a lot of information.

If the ownerless space that Imira mentioned was beyond this level, then he would have no choice but to lay his cards on the table and carry out the principles that a believer of Mitsuya should have.

However, these ambiguous words were very useful.

Especially to such a hothead.

"So Bloom is keeping a tight watch on you!"

Imira said with hatred. He immediately dispelled his suspicions of Char.

"It seems like they really did something to Jim..."

Oh, no doubt.

"The tomb keeper Jim was guarding the alchemy laboratory. He had been guarding it like a loyal dog before, so he must have been captured by now."

"I heard that there's a lot of your blood and sweat in there. There's even a clue about the sword..." Char asked, pretending to be casual.

"You really do know a lot of things..."

Imira took a deep look at him.

"That's right. The first leaf of the mistletoe tree that's said to have created the elven race is with me. To be more precise, it's locked in that ownerless space... I heard that those guys from the surface have a special connection with it and have been looking for it all these years. Now it seems that it is true. How is it, I didn't guess wrong, right?"

Char could not be bothered to answer this self-satisfied fellow, he was immersed in the joy of happiness.

[Detected clue Mystletainn of Origin, current progress increased to the fourth round. ]

[The current quest has changed to: obtain the Mystletainn of Origin]

"Yes, that's it..."

Char heaved a sigh of relief.

This meant that he was one step closer to becoming his old partner. This six-round mission was currently at the fourth round.

"I'm very curious as to how you obtained this ownerless space. Is it also a type of quasi-god space?" He asked.

"You might not believe it, but I found this near the ridge of the Bury Moon Mountain." "I was curious where the night Lord would take the Queen candidates, so I followed them." IMRA smiled embarrassedly. Even though I lost the trail when I got close to the Blue Moon province, my intuition tells me that I might head to the mysterious Blue Moon's Lair'..."

"And then you got this thing?"

Imira scratched his head, as if trying hard to recall.

"I don't know what happened either. I only remember that my Nightingale refused to get close to the buried Moon Mountain Boa, and the dark blade beasts refused to get close. My servant was halfway up the mountain when a landslide occurred, and he fell to his death. I didn't believe it, so I climbed up the mountain by force. However, a huge rock rolled down from the top. I dodged it and fell into an concealed cave."

Mystletainn was speechless.

This was really the main character.

"After I fell in, I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I found a very beautiful gem beside me, so I put it away. Along the way, I was sure that the stone was in my bag, but when I returned to Surseus and went back to the laboratory, I touched my pocket and it disappeared... In its place, the lab seemed to be bound to a space that I can't control. It's mysterious and hidden, and no one can open it except me, so I stored all the discoveries I've made over the years."

"What kind of gem?" Char asked.

"It's a green cube with a soft texture, like a pudding that has just begun to thaw."

"What's that?"

Char rummaged through his brain but could not find an answer.

[There's something I don't know?]

"Are there no other special characteristics?" He asked again.

Imira shook his head with absolute certainty.

"There's nothing else. I'm not even sure if it's a quasi-god space because it's so big and empty inside, just like another world... No, it's another planet!"

"What?"

Char was shocked.

He felt that the clue was beckoning to him.

Could it be... This was the quasi-god space that transported the Blue Moon?

There was not much time left for him to think. There was still a Queen floating in the sky, and it had already been ten minutes. He had to quickly find a way to get out of this situation, and then use the power of the envy crown seal to teleport back to charge the throne.

At this moment, the door was kicked open with a bang, and a familiar person barged in.

"Jim?"

Imira stood up in excitement. He had never thought that the loyal servant he had never thought about would actually break in.

"You... What happened to your hand?"

It was only then that he realized that Jim had lost an arm, and his wound was wrapped in thick bandages. The strange thing was that there was no smell of blood or medicine.

"My lord..."

"I'll take you out of here first," Jim replied in a hoarse voice.

As he said that, he glanced at Char, his wariness evident.

"He's an ally for now, Jim. Don't worry about him."

With someone backing her up, it seemed as if Imira's back had also become stronger.

Jim nodded and said, "Follow me."

Char grabbed Imira and followed him out.

From the moment Jim came in, he had smelled a faint odor. It was the gangrene potion that had stopped the bleeding, so he had not left any smell for people to track...

However, from the way this guy opened the door, there was clearly no one around.

After walking out, Char finally understood why he was so violent...

There was indeed no one outside the house.

To be precise, there were no living people.

Char was very curious as to how Jim had managed to escape. As far as he knew, this guy did not have such high combat power. Even in the instance dungeon where the remaining half of his alchemy laboratory was stored after Imira's death, Jim was only a little over level 70 as a boss. He had a boss template, and his stats were slightly more exaggerated than the average humanoid creature.

However, this Jim, who had killed his way in, might have lost an arm, but from the battle losses, he was not far from Infinite, right?

Could it be that Jim was at his peak at this time, and he was slashed by the system after Imira's death?

With this doubt in mind, he followed behind Jim, fumbling along the way to the alchemy laboratory.

However, the strange thing was that there was not a single person who stopped them along the way!

What was even stranger was that no one came to see what had happened even though the people here had fallen to the ground...

It was as if a pair of invisible hands had suddenly grabbed the camp's throat, and the air was filled with a terrible suffocation.

"What's going on?"

Char asked.

He had only gone in to chat with Imira for less than 20 minutes, so why did the situation outside suddenly become like this?

"It's mercenaries." Jim replied, "Ten minutes ago, while you were still in that cell, a group of mercenaries suddenly descended from the sky. They moved the entire alchemy laboratory, including bloom. Not only that, the guards who were watching me rushed over when they heard the news, but they were also killed by them."

After a pause, Jim looked around. There seemed to be Nightingale in the sky, signaling each other with their signal lights.

Those idiots with eyes on their butts had not noticed this yet.

"Mercenary?"

Char and Imira looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes-but the shock came from different aspects.

To Imira, he was shocked by the sudden appearance and disappearance of the mercenaries.

Char, on the other hand. thought of a possibility.

To be able to have such tactical literacy and execution, and to make even tomb keeper Jim feel apprehensive, there was no doubt that they were Blosoro's mercenaries.

It was the most contract-abiding organization on the entire continent, only recognizing money and not people.

Although they had never stood on the wrong side when it came to right and wrong, there was no right or wrong in the current situation. They were still the same as before. As long as you had enough money to pay the commission, they would follow you to any dangerous place in the world, even the hideout of silos.

As long as the money was in place, everything could be discussed.

As for the method... Fredrick could send Mia down with a single-person teleportation device, and the mercenaries in Blosoro could do the same, and even better.

As long as there was money.

The biggest feature of this thing was its high price.

No matter how high a mercenary's professionalism was, they were still just mercenaries, with levels ranging from 15 to 60. Since the establishment of the Mercenary Association, there had been tens of millions of mercenaries registered, and the strongest among them was only level 59.

This was like a curse. Once this line was crossed, the person would be biased against the identity of a mercenary and would not be a mercenary. However, once one joined them, they would never be able to break through this boundary.

Therefore, sending a group of fully-armed mercenaries who were probably only level 30 or so through this expensive single-person teleportation device was like transporting flour by a private plane, and each plane could only transport one bag at a time...

There were only three organizations on the surface that had the financial resources to take such actions: the plain of treasures, Elfheim, and the church of judgement.

Thinking of this, Char's heart tightened, and he quickly walked past Jim.

"Where are you going?"

Jim grabbed him, but Char activated Shadow Travel and escaped.

"What?"

The tomb keeper's stubbornness rose. He subconsciously wanted to use his other hand to stop the other party's movement, but the next second, he remembered that he only had one arm left.

Char disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye, heading in the direction of the alchemy laboratory.

"Stupid dog, why didn't you keep an eye on him?"

Imira caught up to him, panting, and said in exasperation.

this brat knows where the Empress is. If he runs away, where am I supposed to find the Empress?!

"I'm sorry, Master."

Jim lowered his head and apologized profusely.

The tomb keeper was very surprised. The other party used Shadow Travel unscrupulously in front of him and successfully left. Was it a blind cat's luck, or did the other party know how he would deal with it?

He felt that it was the former.

However, he had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. Whether it was the other party's position or the timing of his departure, they were all natural, as if they had read his habits.

"What are you still doing? Go after him!"

"Yes, Master,"

Jim used his only remaining hand to grab Imira and quickly chased after her.

Char arrived at the crime scene before them. As expected, the place was filled with the faint smell of the gangrene potion. The ground was filled with purified brown human blood, without a trace of the smell of blood. From the distribution, this was their best airborne tactic, and they had achieved the result of wiping out the enemy after suffering heavy casualties...

After all, they were made of ordinary flesh and blood. Compared to the Dark Elves, who were 20 levels higher on average, they were like paper. However, this group of people had terrifying tenacity.

Other than that, there was also some power that the Dark Elves could not explain at the moment.

It was a new technology developed by the Mushroom Men on the surface, and its scientific name was detachable teleportation puzzle. as the name suggested, it was a large teleportation circle that could be assembled and used at any time. Char preferred to call it many pieces because its size was not fixed. The more pieces were assembled, the more contents could be teleported in one time.

Char jumped to the side of a fallen guard and checked his pulse. She found that this guy was not killed as Jim had said, but had been used in the usual way of mercenaries, using various anesthesia and sleeping potions to make the enemy enter a state of unconsciousness with almost no signs of life.

This way, it would not cause too much trouble, it would be convenient for future business, and it would also prevent the forces behind the enemy from having some kind of life response system to monitor the situation from afar.

As expected of this group of guys, they're really professional...

Char mumbled as he walked to the remaining hole in the laboratory.

The opening was unusually flat, and it was obvious that it was a mechanical work. It was the One-armed Giant VI, a pocket-sized but powerful excavator.

However, in that case, Char's previous speculation was a little inaccurate... Could it be that this was the idea of the mushroom people of the plain of treasures, and not the church?

After a brief survey of the situation, Jim and Imira had just arrived.

Imira was shocked by the scene in front of him as soon as he came. He did not expect his treasure to be stolen in this way. Since he could not open the ownerless space, he might as well move the house along with it!

"This... This was a despicable act of robbery! Who did this?"

Imira roared.

Char gave him a sneer.

"Shout louder, and the people in the sky will give you an answer."

Imira immediately shrunk his neck and looked around carefully.

Although he was unwilling, he did not dare to make a loud noise in this situation.

"Hey, you seem to know what's going on?"

"I might know a little..."

Char stared at the dent on the ground and thought quietly for a while. He muttered to himself unconsciously and only looked up after a long while.

"I'll give you three choices. First, find a safe place to hide and wait for this matter to end..."

"This is impossible! No!" Imira waved her hand. "My life was saved by the Queen. She's still waiting for me to save her!"

"Your life is obviously mine... Ah, forget it, whatever you say. Secondly," Char said helplessly, "Give me a list of the items in that ownerless space. You have to tell me everything you've stored in it."

"On what basis?"

Imira looked up and asked him.

"You have to beg me seriously before I will agree to this rude..."

"Idiot, do you still want to save the Empress?" Char interrupted him rudely and scolded, "It's very likely that it's a special quasi-god space. Since it's near Lavosudeland, it's more likely that it stores all the resources that were stored in the second era when they planned to retreat and defend. These things are enough to build a second Surseus, a second Grinland, and a second Memphis!

"More importantly, with the resources and technology inside, as long as the right channels are established, the mushroom people can definitely teleport more than two hundred thousand people at one time! Do you understand the concept of 200000 people parachuting into Surseus? The fertility of one person's feces is enough for the branches of the Holy Yree in your family's ancestral grave to reach the surface. I'm saving you, and you want me to beg you?"

Imira cowered after being scolded, and subconsciously asked, "What about the third one?"

"Ha... Alright, I'll give you the third option. I'll take you to see the Queen now and tell her everything. Then, I'll leave and go after the lab myself. As for whether you like to be slaves of a fallen country or wandering elves, it's up to you."

After that, Char closed his mouth and watched as Imira's expression changed from calm to anxiety. Cold sweat started to flow down her forehead at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

He did not say much about the things that both sides already knew. Mystletainn of Origin was like the heirloom seal, a symbol of the orthodox elves. This was also why Imira wanted so much to become the Queen's right-hand man. He wanted to use his own power to rectify the Dark Elves' name and make it go down in history.

However, this thing was lost.

Imira knew very well that it could be thrown anywhere, but it could not go to the surface.

Compared to the terrifying consequences that Char had mentioned, the most severe impact that he could see was none other than this.

"Alright, I'll show you!"

After hesitating for three seconds, Imira made his decision.

He gave Jim a kick, and the latter took off his clothes and turned around.

The tomb keeper's back had wrinkled skin, like a patient with severe burns, but the wrinkles clearly formed a tadpole-shaped text. It was the ancient text of the mechanical civilization.

"You're really making the best use of everything," Char said sarcastically.

He still did not know why Jim was so loyal to Imira, even to the point of being abused by him like this.

"Hurry up, I'll give you five minutes." Imira said impatiently, and seemed a little anxious.

Char glanced at him suspiciously. The time Imira gave him was very smart. The ancient language of the mechanical civilization was hard to pronounce and obscure, and Imira was not very good at it and had grammatical errors, so for a learner, five minutes would be enough for him to understand the text but not remember it.

However, Imira had obviously underestimated Char, who was a weirdo who could almost be compared to a mother tongue user.

After scanning through it, Char understood the other party's anxiety.

It wasn't just the list, but also the command for Imira to open that space.

The magic power of the A2 interface is guided to 3 and 4, and the other channels will burst out at the basic frequency of 1/12.

Afraid that he would forget, Imira wrote this at the end, at the most conspicuous place.

If other scholars saw this, they wouldn't understand what this thing was...

A mysterious space with an air grid lock.

Char was deep in thought.

"Five minutes is up! Jim!"

Jim immediately put on his clothes, not giving him a second more.

In fact, only about two minutes had passed, but Char's quiet observation made Imira feel a little scared, as if his wealth was saying goodbye to him.

Char was not in the mood to joke with him after reading the list. His mind was filled with a more terrifying guess...

In addition to a large number of genuine SSR-tier items that made him drool, the most special item in Imira's collection was an item called 'Anchor.'

This thing had some connection with the captain, Derrick Francis. If things went according to the normal procedure, it would end up in his hands in the future and become his weapon when he went out to sea. Char had to go through a lot of missions to get this thing from him, but who would have thought that it was in the hands of Imira from the beginning?

On the sea, a ship equipped with Anchor could be fixed at any place-no matter how fast the river, whirlpool, or storm was, it was fearless.

However, if it was a teleportation array such as 'Pinto,' it meant that an anchor point could be set at any place, and then the teleportation could be done at a fixed point.

The normal teleportation process required a series of extremely troublesome operations such as distance measurement, energy calculation, and channel maintenance. As the distance increased, the difficulty increased exponentially.

The 'Anchor' could turn this process into a fool's game. As long as you were willing to spend money, you could be teleported to anywhere you wanted, even the hideout of Zin'rokh.

The person who took the laboratory would not want to go to Zin'rokh 'lair, and Char was sure that they were after him...

If they could not get into Lavosudeland through the players, and the dark Elf Army was unreliable, would it n-->>

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