Night Raven Master

Chapter 71 The Treasure Room

call--

The Phantom Bird's Kiss turned into a puddle of liquid in his hand, and then spread to all parts of his body along his arms, covering his whole body.

The crow servants next to him blinked suspiciously. Although they could feel the master standing there, their eyes couldn't capture Art's appearance.

And Yate was able to confirm the reaction of the crow's servants that they really couldn't observe themselves.

"Really." Art sighed. Although his profession was a crow mage and a night wizard, he always felt like an assassin or a stalker.

And now, the hat is solid.

Looking around, Yate quickly moved forward according to the map route he remembered.

And this section of the road, he didn't encounter any enemies - the guards who were supposed to appear here are now dead, and the corpses are placed next to them, and the murderer who killed them was also killed by himself not long ago.

At the corner, Art stopped and squatted down.

The next moment, he felt the pain from his arms, which made him hiss involuntarily.

Glancing over the already filled experience slot, Yate silently began to adjust his breath.

And the five crow servants stayed in Yate's arms obediently, without making any sound. His master's order was still very effective.

They are still in good condition, but except for one that has not used spells, the others have each used spells once or twice, and one is injured.

The overall condition is good, not too good and not too bad.

As for myself, the number of melee combats like just now can only be carried out two to three times, and it is impossible to do more. The psionic energy and spiritual power are relatively sufficient, although the amount of psionic energy is not marked on the system, But he could feel how much of his psionic energy was left.

And the non-stop dark night poetry meditation idea also restored his spiritual energy a little.

He glanced out of the window, and the other two crow servants who were watching had also been replaced, and his combat effectiveness was still good at present.

If there is no kiss from the phantom bird, then he needs to be more careful.

Now with this, he can relax a little bit.

While slowly recovering his strength, Art carefully groped forward.

And the effect of the phantom bird's kiss was beyond his expectation.

When he carefully rounded a corner, unfortunately, a guard appeared not far in front of him.

Or rather, a pretender dressed as a guard.

Because he didn't use the crow servant to scout, he also couldn't see the other party before turning around the corner-the other party was in the dead corner of the corner's vision.

click, click, click—

The guard holding the spear in an unskilled posture walked not far in front of the nervous Yate. He didn't notice that Yate was standing in an open space without any obstacles just two meters away. Reaction.

After gaining a real understanding of the utility of this magic item, and slightly relieved, Yate scanned his surroundings.

There is no one else but this masquerade guard.

Although Yate really wanted to go up and cut his neck with a dagger, it's best not to waste his energy now.

His eyes swept over the other party's neck, and Yate, who was slightly reluctant, left quietly.

"???"

The disguised guard glanced around vigilantly. For some reason, he felt a chill on his neck.

illusion?

He blinked his eyes, his body was still tense, and he must not let anything happen to him, otherwise he would not even dare to think about the consequences.

Mrs. Qiangwei, that vicious and powerful lord, left them with endless pain and inseparable fear in the past few years.

I don't want to take it anymore.

He gripped his spear tightly and continued to inspect.

Art didn't know what the guards in front were thinking. After he walked through the corridor and walked up the stairs leading to the third floor, he cautiously walked around the guards' field of vision.

Even with props like Phantom Bird's Kiss, he couldn't be too slack. While maintaining his speed, he tried his best to bypass the guards and walk away from them as far away as possible.

After passing through a circular corridor, he finally came to the door leading to his destination.

This is an ordinary room, no, it can't even be called a room, this is a through hall without a door.

There are no guards inside.

The guard that can be seen is in the corridor behind him, and the other guard, if there is no accident, should be in another circular passage on the other side of the hall.

Compared with the banquet hall on the first floor, this hall is undoubtedly much smaller, less than one-third the size.

Compared with an ordinary room, it is only a circle bigger.

From the outside, the hall is full of sixty or seventy people standing there.

However, Yate squinted his eyes slightly, and the size was a bit wrong.

Two circular passages surround the central rotunda like two and a half moons, one leading to the second floor and the other leading to the fourth floor.

At first glance, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

But, Art recalled, the length and angle of the stairs between the third and second floors were the wrong height for this floor.

The memory of that map came to him again - the striking red dot on that map.

The exact location of the treasure room is not clearly written on the map, but a red dot is marked on a location on the castle plan.

According to Yate's comparison, the corresponding positions on the first floor and the second floor are all open spaces.

In other words, it should be on the third floor and the fourth and fifth floors above.

The treasure room is not located on a certain floor, but in the middle between the second and third floors, below these three floors.

the location of the red dot.
Art narrowed his eyes, and walked carefully and cautiously towards another circular corridor.

Halfway there, he found a dead body.

A male corpse wearing only a thin and messy undershirt, with a broken neck——

This person is.
Art narrowed his eyes, so who did he see at the banquet?Are you also a pretender?

A question arose, but was pushed down immediately. This matter was not the highest priority.

He quickened his pace and came to the corner between the hall and the second circular corridor.

He looked left and right. From this angle, anyone who walks here will not be seen by the people in the rotunda or the circular corridor. It can be said that as long as they come here, they will temporarily "disappear".

Then
Art stretched out his hand and took out the parchment in the inventory. Apart from the text and the simple map, there was also a bright red mark.

A beautiful red rose.

Glancing left and right, Art put the parchment in his hand on the wall.

The next moment, the light gray stone wall, which was engraved with exquisite patterns like the other walls, trembled slightly.

Although it was shaking, there was no sound, and Yate didn't feel any vibration on the ground, it was just the wall in front of him shaking.

After half a second, the shaking stopped.

However, the wall in front of him has not changed in any way.

"Huh?" Art was a little puzzled, and then, he seemed to think of something, and stretched out his hand to the wall.

The palm didn't touch the wall, but went straight through.

With a slight pause in his arm, Art took a deep breath, took a step forward, and then disappeared into the wall.

Not long after he entered, a guard with a long gun came here along the circular corridor. He glanced around, then turned around, and continued to return to patrol according to the established route.

The time returns to the present.

"Baixi! I'm stronger than you!!!" Mrs. Qiangwei clenched her white palm tightly, and between her slender fingers, the faint blue spiritual energy condensed into a beautiful blue rose.

The blue rose quietly floated in the palm of this noble lady, it seemed that it was just a beautiful flower.

However, no one dares to underestimate it.

Whether it is Viscount Rosa or the people below.

Just like that Tu priest, when Madam Rose defeated all the defenses of Viscount Rosa just now, his hands under his robe had already clenched their fists secretly.

As for the mercenary president, although he let go of the handles of the two swords because of Madam Qiangwei's words, his slightly raised palms with grasping movements also proved his nervousness.

When the faint blue rose appeared, the bodies of the two tensed at the same time.

Balaam even involuntarily put his palms on the two swords.

And his actions made that Mrs. Qiangwei notice, she turned her head slightly, and the faint rose emblem was clearly visible on her fair neck.

Those crystal eyes looked at Balan: "Are you provoking me?"

"No, I..." Balaam was about to answer when he was horrified to see the blue rose flying towards him.

Can't hide!
When he saw that trace, Balaam knew that with his own speed, he couldn't dodge the attack.

Without any hesitation, those gibbon-like arms pressed down, clenched the two swords around his waist, and pulled them out forcefully.

Cross!

Substituting offense for defense, a thin white air flow gushed out from his body, covering the two swords.

call--

When the faint blue rose came in front of him, the two swords just cut out in a crossed posture, and a faint white cross emerged.

However, the sharp cross swordsmanship was not able to resist the faint blue rose.

The moment the two came into contact, the blue rose swelled instantly, and countless blue flower branches exploded from below. The dense thorns made it look like the center where countless thorns merged.

Balan's field of vision was instantly covered by countless dark blue thorns, and the double swords that had accompanied him for nearly ten years shattered, and the shattered fragments directly scratched his face.

then--

A corpse flew backwards and slammed into the wall hard.

At the center of the impact, on the ground, a blue flower bud slowly unfolded its corolla.

(End of this chapter)