() After the battle, the dungeon became completely quiet again.
Downton dragged the body of the Demonic Spider Mother down the long street, like a hunter returning home after a full load. The fireflies were like starlight, converging into strips of aurora-like light that flickered over the city.
The damaged muscles caused Downton's arms to tremble slightly all the time, and he couldn't even pick up the quick-acting healing potion.
Celes was nervous for a while, then finally came to her senses, quickly took out one, pressed the opening, and brought it to Downton's mouth.
The red liquid was sucked into the mouth, and immediately burst with the sweetness of the juice, and then flowed into the stomach, and a comfortable feeling like basking in the sun spread throughout the body.
Downton had never drunk a healing potion before, and he didn't know that fruity flavor was normal. He thought it was the special hobby of the female owner of Wolf and Spice, but the effect was indeed good.
The medicine takes effect quickly, stops bleeding on the skin, and begins to allow hematopoietic cells to accelerate hematopoiesis to make up for the lost blood.
"It would be even more perfect if there was another magical healing spell." Downton muttered. It seemed that after capturing Jackson, he would have to talk to the Cheap God.
As they walked along, looking at the craters caused by the Spider Mother's magic bombs on the street, Downton was still a little frightened, and then stepped onto the steps of the Hohenzollern Bank.
Entering the hall, Celes immediately signaled Downton with her eyes and looked at the office counter on the left.
Downton took a glance and saw nothing, but he knew Homer must be hiding behind it.
The door of the treasury weighs five tons and is a one-meter-thick metal plate. It looks full of heaviness and security. With the strength of the Hohenzollern family, as long as the collection is put into the treasury, it will be absolutely safe.
"Over here!" Celes lowered her voice and led Downton around the steel containers. A magic array with a six-pointed star pattern was engraved on the floor, filled with light.
"So simple?" Downton frowned. Compared with the teleportation array in the hotel, which was inlaid with hundreds of magic stones, this simple one looked like a child's graffiti.
"There is no way, there is not enough time, but don't worry, it can definitely be teleported." Celes quickly assured her, knowing that time was urgent. After standing up, she called to Downton, "Let's go."
"No hurry!" Downton stopped. If he didn't let the cunning ghoul see him, he would never walk in with his caution.
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Jackson hid in the building opposite the bank for a while, but still didn't see Downton coming out. He was very curious about what they were doing, so he ran over quietly.
Hiding at the door, Jackson revealed one eye and observed the hall. There was no one there, but the door to the vault was open.
"By the way, why did I forget the vault? They must be checking the loot." Jackson hit his head on the wall and cursed himself for being so stupid.
Jackson paced back and forth, constantly looking up and looking into the vault, but he couldn't see anything, which made him itchy.
Of course, the brains and internal organs are delicious while they are hot, because they are the most nutritious. In addition to this, Jackson also wants to see what is in the vault. Although he has turned into a ghoul, the wise Jackson is still very interested in treasures.
Interested.
While hesitating, Jackson suddenly heard an exclamation, which seemed to contain the word 'artifact'.
I tried to listen, but there was no sound.
Jackson was so agitated by the 'artifact' that he was sweating from Niagara Falls. If he missed this time, he might never have the chance to see the artifact again.
"What am I afraid of? I am a master ghoul who is about to be promoted to the intermediate level. Even if the human being is not injured, I can kill him. By the way, I might as well eat him too. Anyway, if he blocks the door of the vault, he will be able to kill him."
We can't escape." Jackson made up his mind and immediately rushed to the vault.
Because of the lack of air circulation, the vault was a little dull, but the ghoul breathed very rarely, so it had no effect on Jackson.
"Where are the people?" The steel container blocked the line of sight, preventing Jackson from even seeing a shadow of the undead.
He was still a little nervous at first, but after seeing the corpse of the spider mother on display, Jackson felt relieved. It did not rush to eat, but bypassed the shelves to find Downton and the death banshee.
"What words can I say to show my strength?" Jackson thought, then hesitated, thinking that if he killed Downton, the underground city would return to that lonely and lonely time, so why not capture him and make him a slave?
Keep it.
"Yes, let's do it, human slave, take it out to do some fun!" Jackson had just made up his mind, but when he walked behind the shelves, he was dumbfounded.
"Hey, where are the people?"
Except for the weird magic circle on the floor, there was nothing else. Confusion appeared on Jackson's face, and then he suddenly realized it and ran towards the door desperately.
Too late!
With a bang, the steel door closed tightly, not even a breath of air could escape.
"Let me out!" Jackson grabbed the door and made a sizzling sound. Its hysterical howling only echoed in the vault and became in vain.
The grimoire floated out of the bank lobby, projecting the magic flame text.
'mission completed'!
"Oh yeah!" Celes, who was hiding in the dark with a nervous expression, saw the big words and immediately jumped up happily and floated over.
A smile appeared on Downton's lips and he leaned against the wall without moving. The fourth stage was finally completed and his tense nerves could relax.
"The next step is to wait for the ghoul to compromise and sign a death contract." Grimoire was very excited. With one more intelligent servant, Downton's combat effectiveness would be greatly improved.
"That guy is too cunning. If Downton hadn't suddenly thought of it and shouted something about the magic weapon, he probably wouldn't have gone in." Celes patted her chest, a little scared, "Fortunately Downton couldn't hold it back and didn't listen to my words and leave the vault early.
, otherwise it would be terrible.”
"All four stages have been completed. Downton, your execution ability is very strong, but is this injury too severe?"
Homer's most optimistic estimate is to complete the third stage, which still requires the cooperation of Celes and it. Unexpectedly, Downton can complete it alone. Of course, the price paid is his horrific injuries, at least within a week.
Don't even think about fighting anyone.
"It's okay, just recuperate." Downton smiled happily, "But if I miss this opportunity, I will regret it for the rest of my life. If he wants me to work as a coolie, Jackson will have to pay the price and wait to be a slave for the rest of his life."
"Will it definitely sign the contract? As an undead, it will not starve to death for at least two or three months." Celes began to feel anxious.
"The point of this plan is not to starve to death, but to be imprisoned. If it doesn't agree, it will spend the rest of its life in the vault!" Homer did not say that there are some things in this world that are more terrifying than death.
"Now all that's left is waiting." Downton stood up, "Go back to the den, treat the wounds, and then have a big meal to celebrate the victory."
"Oh, oh, let's have a big meal, and I also want to listen to a story, Juliet's story." Celes shouted, with a smile on her face, as happy as a child.
"Well, I'll tell you all about it for the rest of the day." Downton stroked the Death Banshee's hair.
"There are also trophies. It's a big harvest this time!" Homer did not open the box in advance to appreciate the trophies. Naturally, he had to do it with his companions, which was full of fun.
After a sumptuous meal, after hearing that Juliet died for Romeo beside the tomb, the grudges between the two families disappeared. Celes cried with tears in her eyes, and Homer even wrote a fourteen-line poem with a splash of ink on the spot.
Poetry to commemorate their love.
"Are you so moved?" Downton took a sip of ghost honey and was puzzled.
"Too cold-blooded!" Homer said venomously, "Is your heart made of stone?"
Celes, who had always stood on the same side as Downton, nodded this time, opening her big sky-blue eyes and looking at Downton sadly.
"Why do you want to kill these lovers? You executioner!" Homer sighed.
"Yes, butcher!" Celes thought for a moment and felt that this word was still not enough to describe Downton's "cruel heart", so she added an additional adjective, "Demon Butcher."
"Okay, I surrender, I am a butcher." Downton joked, cleared the table and turned up the wick of the oil lamp, "But shall we appreciate the trophies first and then judge me?"
"Say it again?" Celes floated to Downton's side, shaking his arm, her white cheeks full of pleading.
Downton looked at Homer for help, and it turned out that the grimoire also betrayed him.
After telling it three times, Downton's throat almost started to smoke. Only a banshee and a grimoire were enough.
"It's such a classic. If it is rehearsed as an opera, it will definitely become popular in the Western Continent." Homer sighed, "Such a wonderful story should be shared with people across the continent."
"Are you finished yet?" Downton stroked his forehead, "If this continues, I will never talk about the Count of Monte Cristo."
"Okay, let's enjoy the trophies." Homer opened the war space, and the elemental arm carried six black boxes and placed them on the floor of the bedroom.
Then ten ten-gallon olive oak wine barrels were released.
"The box is nice, can it be sold for a lot of gold coins?" Downton looked at the hand-made embroidery on it. Even after three thousand years, it has not completely faded away.
"The more expensive ones are still inside." Homer stepped aside, "In order to block Jackson's view, I didn't move the steel containers in the bank."
"The barrel is filled with liquor, right? How can you still drink it after such a long time?" Downton took an empty cup, then unscrewed the water hose, and the light green wine immediately flowed out, overflowing all over the room.
of fragrance.
Celes couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"This is victory wine. Judging from the style of the barrel pattern, it was brewed by a tribe of forest elves." Homer Science said, "Because the quantity is rare, it is usually used as a tribute, except for the wine cellars of wealthy nobles.
There are one or two barrels, but no nobles with any identity or status can't even see them, let alone take a sip."
Homer guessed correctly that a duke spent a huge sum of money to buy it.