There is a door not far from the bar in the lobby. Through it, you can reach the hotel's backyard, basement, well, and warehouse. They are all there.
Downton recognized the owners of the voices as Robinson and Pires. He knew that he was far from their opponent now, so he wisely chose to evacuate.
After finding a safe guest room and making sure all traces were erased, Downton hid in it.
"How long have I been meditating?" Downton wrote with a quill, communicating with the grimoire, and thinking about the next action plan.
"Nearly twenty-five hours!" Homer replied quickly, "Because I used the source of magic to help you gather magic energy, I continued to meditate for such a long time. With your current level, it should be three hours at most!"
"It's been so long. I wonder how Du Lun is doing?"
Although he was worried about his friend's safety, there was nothing Downton could do. He could only protect himself now. If he encountered a powerful ghoul, he would still be dead.
"In this dark underground city, there is no way to judge the time by the sun. Except for the bryophytes, everything seems dead." Homer lamented, and even wanted to write a sonnet to express his feelings.
Gulu, Downton's stomach roared, and he felt hungry.
He took out the bread, broke it into pieces, put it in his mouth, moistened it with saliva, and swallowed it.
"You'd better find food quickly, otherwise you will starve to death!" Homer reminded, "You also need water, because the high-intensity fighting will consume a lot of water. The wine can be used in an emergency, but it should be used by Robinson.
Three people are guarding it."
"Before sharpening a knife, you can chop wood. Before that, I have to find a weapon first. It's such a disadvantage with my bare hands!" Downton looked at the dagger in the leather sheath and sighed. Most of the giant's martial arts skills are beyond comparison.
Using long-edged weapons to release them naturally does not count.
Downton is a complete poor man and has no spare money to buy weapons. The only dagger in his hand was bought by his sister with a scholarship and given to him.
"Where to find it? The blacksmith's shop?" Homer couldn't think of any other answer, "But there are many undead creatures outside. Considering your strength, it's too dangerous!"
"No, go to the guest room to find it!"
"It won't work. There are at least more than 200 guest rooms in such a large hotel. There are too many. Let's not consider whether there are adventurers with weapons staying. It would be a waste of time to search." Homer objected.
"We are only going to the luxury suites. If you can afford a suite in a luxury hotel like this, you must be rich or expensive. Their personal guards must be armed, right?" Downton had already anticipated Homer's concerns.
Homer was speechless. He found that he couldn't keep up with his divergent thinking and was a little depressed.
"Isn't it said that by entering the soul level, you can unlock talents? Why don't I?" Downton was confused.
"Don't worry, the soul seed is adapting to your body. After perfect fit, the talent will automatically start. This process will take about three days!" When he mentioned the professional field, Homer was immediately full of confidence.
"Too long!" Downton was disappointed.
"When anyone becomes a magician, a unique soul shield will be born, which can be released with thoughts." Homer introduced, "It is a shield that is immune to both magic and physics. It is very practical."
Phew, a pure white translucent ball the size of a fist emerged, slowly rotating around Downton's body, like a satellite.
"Let's go. I hope the three Robinsons didn't go to the deluxe room to search in advance!" Downton grabbed his backpack and left the room. At the same time, he took back the soul shield. Maintaining it requires consuming magic energy.
Through the dim stairs, Downton climbed to the top floor.
Luxurious suites in such large hotels are generally built on top. In addition to the wide view, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the entire main city, and you can also have a sweeping view of the mountains and small mountains, as if the world has been stepped on. The rich and wealthy
The nobles all liked this tune.
It was a bad start, the door shaft was too rusty, and the creaking sound of the door opening was simply the best signal to attack.
Pushing open the door of the first suite on the left side of the corridor, Downton just put his head between the cracks in the door when a ghoul heard the noise and rushed over quickly.
"You can kill!"
Before Homer could finish speaking, Downton, who saw that the monster's body was relatively tattered, had already squeezed into the room and closed the door. He was worried that fighting in the corridor would attract more monsters.
The killing range of the giant's spear is within five yards!
Facing the charging ghoul, Downton stepped forward and shot the gun with concentrated magic energy into its chest.
Bang, the monster's sternum was sunk, and its body paused. Downton stepped forward, twisted his waist and swung his arms, and blasted out the giant's iron fist.
Boom, the ghoul's head was flattened and he rolled out. The pieces of meat and maggots on his body fell to the ground.
"Yes, the head target is relatively small. With your level, it is very likely that it will miss and become passive. It is better to attack the body to prevent it from approaching, and then attack again." Watching Downton pounce, he was about to get up.
Homer was very satisfied with the monster's final blow, "It's just a waste of magic energy!"
A wisp of purple mist flew out from the corpse and floated into the grimoire.
"What is this?" Downton had seen the grimoire before collecting this 'mist' from every corpse he killed, but he didn't have time to ask.
"Soul remains!" Homer added, "It contains soul energy and can repair the origin of my soul!"
"So you're not preparing a sacrifice?"
Downton didn't make a fuss. Soul energy is also a type of magical energy, and it is one of the most mysterious magical energies. Many gods are particularly fond of sacrifices.
The gods of the Western Continent are generous. As long as you offer sacrifices that satisfy them, you can get the coveted gifts from the gods.
The Dragon of Time and Order's Sand of Time, the God of War's artifact, and the Goddess of Destiny's Lucky Green Leaves, etc., are all top-notch divine favors, enough to drive any king on the continent crazy.
"If you use this kind of thing as a sacrifice, the gods won't even look at it." Homer said venomously, "Maybe he will curse in his heart, poor guy, don't come to sacrifice, it's a waste of time!"
Downton couldn't help but laugh. Generally, those who could obtain sacrifices for sacrifice were important people, but in Homer's eyes, they were reduced to worthless.
There was a rotten smell wafting in the room, which was very pungent.
There was a skeleton lying on the ground. It had obviously not turned into a ghoul. The clothes on its body were in tatters and some gold coins were scattered around.
Downton found a suitcase in the closet and opened it. The bright light almost blinded his eyes. It was filled with gold coins and gems.
"If I could take it back, the money would be enough to buy a small manor, not to mention the Frannia thoroughbred!" Downton closed the box, threw it back into the closet, and continued searching.
For Downton who couldn't get out, they were of no use except adding extra weight and consuming physical energy.
"Is this magic equipment?" Downton took off a ruby ring from the skeleton's finger. As a poor civilian, he had never seen magic equipment before.
"No, it's just a luxury item. The dagger at the waist is. Judging from the type of magic circle engraved on it, as long as the magic energy is input, it should be able to activate a war-level magic."
Downton happily picked up the foot-long dagger, wiped the dust off his sleeve, and infused it with magic energy. Nothing happened.
"What's going on?" Downton was confused and waved the dagger again.
"This underground city has been buried for at least three thousand years without even a rough maintenance. Do you think the magic circle carved on the dagger will still be intact?" Homer sneered.
Throwing away the rusty dagger, Downton continues his treasure hunt.
Half an hour later, he searched five luxury suites and found the most gold coins, a pendant, and a mechanical pocket watch with a defensive magic square imprinted on it, which should be used by rich people for self-defense.
It's just that the long years of erosion have made them bad.
The only valuable harvest was probably a rusty knight's sword ripped from the corpse. Downton estimated that it would break after being struck five times.
"Don't be discouraged. After I absorb enough soul energy and repair part of the origin, I can open the war space and take it all away!" Homer comforted Downton, worried that he would be hit.
"Space props?" Downton was delighted and quickly wrote to ask.
Metal veins with space attributes have always been rare and extremely difficult to mine. In addition, making space equipment requires unpopular space magicians, so this type of equipment has always been expensive and basically has no market.
"Don't compare me with those rubbish space props, I am Lord Homer!" Homer was very dissatisfied with Downton's statement.
"How much do you need to absorb?" Downton was eager to give it a try and wanted to kill the ghoul immediately.
"There are about a thousand of these ghouls!" Homer estimated. "It should be able to open a war space that can accommodate two heavily armored rhinos. With your efforts, the more I can recover, the more space will be opened.
The bigger!”
"Are you kidding me? A thousand of them? How long will this take? Before I can kill them all, I will turn into a mummy myself!" Downton couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Those are not ants. Just pour them with a pot of boiling water.
If it can kill a large area, it is a man-eating ghoul!"
"Hey, if you get me the complete soul of a giant dragon, I can directly open a war space the size of a small arena, enough to hold a thousand ghouls!" Homer was depressed, and he was actually looked down upon by a commoner.
, if I recover all my power, I will scare you to death!
"You'd better quickly recover to the point where you can listen to me directly. It's too troublesome to write all the time." Downton put away the quill and ink bottle and opened the next door.
In the dim living room, a battle ax lay quietly on the ground, emitting a light blue light, as dazzling as the stars in the night sky.
"Tomahawk?" Surprise crawled onto Downton's cheeks. No matter how stupid he was, he still knew that a weapon that still had magical light after thousands of years was definitely not an ordinary weapon!
Downton lost his cool for the first time and rushed in quickly, wanting to pick it up and admire it. He didn't notice at all that there was a large spider web on the ceiling that even covered the roof.
A black-blooded spider that was as big as a pure-blood horse opened its twelve huge compound eyes, staring at its prey, followed the spider silk, and quietly approached from the ceiling!