The light spectrum of magic matches is slightly different from that of ordinary matches - of course, that's all Duran knew.
The profound knowledge involved in this, such as alchemy, law and witchcraft, may only be elucidated by a few wise men in the world. The general situation is as follows: this unusual light is refracted in red transparent fluorite, and an optical process will occur.
Changes to form a new detection light. When the detection light hits the surface of an ordinary rock, it will effectively penetrate the wall more than three feet to find the secret door or secret door behind it.
As an assassin who was not specialized in this, Duran only needed to know how to use it. He carefully controlled the rhythm and maintained a certain advancement speed.
About three minutes later, the corridor still had no end, but he was not too worried. Because Duran had looked into the forging room before and found that the room was so vast that at first he thought that there was only a little fire.
It emanates from the forge.
The stone walls on both sides were still cold, and the elite ghost baby did not show up. Dulan felt a little guilty in his heart. After all, maintaining high-intensity perception and vigilance for a long time is also very tiring. If the opponent is hiding in the dark.
In terms of patience, if you compete with Duran, the former will undoubtedly have the advantage.
After half of the box of magic matches was consumed, Amius still had no clue about the storage room mentioned by him, and he felt with some regret that he might not have any fate with that storage room.
"Pop!"
Duran took a deep breath and lit a magic match again.
The warm light refracted on the surrounding stone walls, turning the white rocks into a dim red. He took half a step forward, and at this moment, the corners of Duran's eyes suddenly shrank.
In the peripheral vision, after a rock on the left front was illuminated by red light, it did not reflect back. Instead, it was absorbed by the rock, forming a vacuum of red light in the blink of an eye.
"Found it!" Dulan was overjoyed. He stepped forward quickly and brought the candlelight and fluorite closer.
Facts have proved the conjecture, it is this large area that cannot reflect red light, and the rest of the area has truly turned into a sea of red.
"What's hidden behind this stone is probably the secret door." Dulan extinguished the match and pressed it with his hand.
From a tactile point of view, this piece of stone was no different from other walls. Dulan touched it up and down for a while, but still couldn't get in.
There are no switches, no mechanisms, no clues.
Dulan's brows furrowed slightly. He knocked lightly on the wall and tried to hear the echo.
"Dong dong dong..."
The slightly crisp echo that sounded on the wall convinced Duran that the secret door must be behind this, because in other places in the corridor, no matter how you knocked, the echo would be thick and dull.
At this time, magic matches and fluorite could no longer help Duran. He put these tools away, and then took out a small shovel from the lock picking tool. This shovel is similar to the multi-functional shovel used by the army on Earth in Duran's previous life.
The engineer shovel is designed to be foldable and retractable, making it very easy to place. The tip of the shovel is forged from fine Milvarite steel and is very solid. It is very handy whether it is shoveling soil or prying things.
Duran tapped the surface of the rock with a shovel, and finally felt a crack according to its texture. He aimed the tip of the shovel at the crack, and then inserted it hard.
Unsurprisingly, the gap itself was not very strong. Under Dulan's violent cracking method, a trace of looseness immediately appeared.
Dulan kept up his efforts, and soon he removed a large piece of rock directly from the wall.
He couldn't see clearly what was behind the rocks in the dark corridor, so he could only light the torch, not caring whether it would alert the enemy.
The fire light lit up from the darkness, and Duran, who had been walking in the darkness for a long time, felt a little uncomfortable. He squinted his eyes slightly, and it took a while to see clearly what was behind the rock.
A mud wall made of soft soil, with a small keyhole in the center.
Seeing the appearance of this keyhole, Duran couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. It was the best way to enter the storage room normally. Even without the key given by Amius, he was 90% sure that he could violently break through the secret door and other items.
institutions, but in the end there will be many unnecessary risks.
He inserted the key to the storage room into the keyhole and turned it ninety degrees to the right. The mud wall did not respond. So he turned ninety degrees again. This time, a slight tremor spread from under Duran's feet.
Opening up. Silently, the mud wall parted from the middle, revealing the small space hidden behind it.
Duran took back the key and jumped into it calmly.
As he completed this action, the mud wall closed again, and Duran could feel the rotation under his feet - "Sure enough, this storage room can move. I don't know what kind of architectural design it is.
and mechanical technology can achieve this.”
Duran calmed down briefly and inserted the torch on a shelf on one side, and the entire storage room was displayed in front of him. The space was actually very small, with two rows of shelves on the left and right sides, and a long table and chairs in the middle.
There are scattered things.
This situation made him temporarily let down his vigilance. After all, this space was very small. Every corner was clearly visible, and there could be no monster hidden there.
As for the mechanism that Amius mentioned, it would be a huge irony if an assassin died on the mechanism. What's more, Duran has experienced the training of the shadow thief, and he still understands the basic protection measures.
He withdrew his eyes from the table and began to examine the items on the shelf on the left.
This row of shelves is divided into three levels. Duran's eyes were first attracted by a heavy-looking iron box placed on the top level. This iron box was very large in shape and almost occupied the entire floor.
Half of the space on this floor and several items were squeezed into the corner.
The unique pattern on the box also makes it even more eye-catching.
"The Blood Crow Rune of the Blue Mountain Dwarves?"
Duran recognized the origin of the appearance of this iron box at a glance. As the most favored race of the God of Forging, dwarves often possess extraordinary forging talents. Whether they are graystone dwarves who are proficient in the distribution of underground mineral veins and ore processing, they have experienced
The Blue Mountain dwarves who discovered new mineral veins after their long migration thousands of years ago, and even their distant cousins far underground, the evil gray dwarves, are very good at forging items, weapons and various equipment that make other races, especially humans, drool.
And Dulan, who is familiar with the characteristics of various races on the Feinan continent, knows deeply that the Blue Mountain dwarves will not just attach their signature runes to an ordinary iron box. Only their proud works can be used.
Worthy of such honor as the Blood Crow Rune.
Duran checked the shelf, and then carefully ruled out the possibility that there was a connection mechanism between the iron box and the shelf, and then stretched out his hands to move the box to the table.
"Oh, it's quite heavy." Dulan exhaled, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.
The heavier the box, the more precious the contents are. This is a special habit of dwarves when storing good things.
