At this moment, in a dark basement near the elf and kitten, the figure in blue robe who had disappeared before was sitting face to face with two other figures in different clothes.
If there are outsiders present, they will find that the auras of the three of them are all at level six!
A rough black iron oil lamp was placed on a small round table in front of them. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, an ancient sheepskin map was spread out, while another open wooden box was placed in the corner of the map.
"Is this it? The legendary key that can reveal the location of the Sword of the Chosen King?"
He stared at a seemingly ordinary piece of burnt black stone in the open wooden box in front of him. A red-haired man wearing mercenary armor opposite him picked it up with his thick fingers, his tone was somewhat suspicious.
ask.
"And I can't feel any magic fluctuations. Do I need to shed blood to recognize the master first, or do I need to crush it and sprinkle it on the map?"
Another elf young man dressed as a traveler with green hair and purple eyes took the stone from his companion, glanced at it lazily, then threw it back into the box and guessed casually.
"Because it's not for you! There are also things like blood recognition and so on. Have you read too many biographies of the heroes of the Federation?"
Looking at his two companions whose voices were full of country flavor, the blue-robed figure sounded a little helpless.
"This is not a legacy left by others, so how could there be any treasure map and secret key to the ruins?
It comes from the core area of the secret laboratory and is the melted remnant of a special device. Using it and the map in our hands as a medium, we can determine the possible location of the Sword of the Chosen King through special tracking magic.
Even if it is impossible to directly determine the whereabouts of the Sword of the Chosen King, we can at least find other secret laboratories where the powerful man who took the Sword of the Chosen King away thousands of years ago."
"So this is ah--"
The two of them nodded with a 'sudden realization', with expressions on their faces as if they really understood.
"Then let's start as soon as possible. It's up to you, Auburn!"
"..."
The blue-robed mage known as Auburn sighed, resigned to his fate and began to arrange a simple ritual circle, preparing to quickly obtain the exact location to avoid long nights and dreams.
The source of the information for several people is a good luck expedition team with an average strength of around level four.
While exploring in the wild, they accidentally entered a crack and discovered traces of a secret abandoned laboratory deep underground.
The reason why they were able to find this place was entirely because the owner of the laboratory seemed to have encountered some accidents, which caused serious damage to the entire secret laboratory.
The gap they entered before was actually caused by the aftermath of the laboratory disaster.
With a secret room at the core of the ruins as the core, dilapidated and molten wreckage can be seen everywhere, and traces of horrific magic are everywhere.
Moreover, the owner of the laboratory seemed to have left in an extremely hasty manner. Except for the area that was damaged by powerful magic, other areas including experimental records, various materials, etc. were almost completely intact.
As a result, several special test and analysis reports, as well as the famous and somewhat mysterious term 'Sword of Choosing the King', were exposed to everyone's eyes.
When he saw these documents containing information related to the Sword of the Chosen King, the captain of the expedition team understood that they seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.
This ruins is probably left by the mysterious ninth level who robbed the [Sword of King Choosing] in the first place!
Everyone bravely searched the entire ruins and got a lot of things.
But it seems that due to uneven division of accounts or other reasons, when they came back, the entire team fell apart and the news was leaked to a small extent.
"...But, is it really okay for us to look for the [Sword of Choosing the King]?"
At this time, watching the movements of the figure in blue robe, the strong mercenary man scratched his head and suddenly spoke hesitantly.
"More and more people are targeting us recently, and their capabilities are getting higher and higher. It is too dangerous to continue holding them. Maybe selling them at a high price would be a better choice."
After hearing his words, the other two people immediately looked at him in surprise.
"That's the Sword of the Chosen King! The divine sword that cut down the stars in Gloria folklore! Kidd, you are also from the Empire, right? Are you not interested in it at all?"
The green-haired elf straightened up and spoke with great interest,
"...Actually, of course I am tempted, even if I can just take a look at it from a distance."
The strong mercenary man sighed, and twisted the smooth edge of the wooden table with his thick fingers, as if stroking the hilt of the sword in fantasy.
"However, we are simply not strong enough to get involved in a treasure of this level. Instead of being robbed and killed halfway, it may be more appropriate for us to take action now."
"That's not what you said, Chid."
Taking the time to glance at the red-haired strong man, the blue-robed mage continued to arrange his magic circle. At present, the general outline has been formed, and only the details of the inscriptions are left to be filled in.
"It just so happens that if you think so too, then we don't have to worry about convincing you anymore."
"Convince me? So you think so too? Hahaha, that's just right."
Fang Fang woke up and touched his head, and the strong man laughed boldly.
"An accurate piece of information can be sold for the greatest value. It is true that we cannot save a treasure like the Sword of the Chosen King, but at least we need to confirm its true whereabouts."
The elf also changed his previous lazy sitting posture and began to explain carefully.
"In addition, we also need to find a good buyer. This buyer must have a need for the King's Sword and will not attack us immediately after the transaction is completed. Of course, the most important thing is that the other party must have money."
"How about those wealthy big chamber of commerce presidents? It is said that some of them will spend a lot of money to collect all kinds of extremely rare things."
The strong mercenary Chide thought for a while and put forward his own opinion.
"No, we may have a few better buyers now for the information about the Kingchoon Sword."
The elf smiled mysteriously and raised a finger.
"For example, one of the four major families in the empire!"
"Are you crazy, Yali? With their status, how can they agree to trade with us? What if they arrest us directly and search for our souls?"
Chide was shocked, but he was afraid of affecting the Auburn ceremony, so he had to lower his voice and spoke.
"Of course, some special insurance measures are needed, but as long as we arrange it properly, we can get much more money than selling it to collectors.
You don't understand, Chide, the Sword of the Chosen King has a very special meaning to them. As long as our asking price is not too exaggerated, there is no need for the other party to take the risk and attack us directly.
For forces of the level of the four major families, if it is a problem that can be solved with just money...wait a minute, the early warning magic I arranged outside shows that someone is approaching here."
As he said that, the elf suddenly looked condensed.
"Two level four, one elf mage and one half-orc assassin. Their direction is very clear. I'm afraid they have been exposed here."
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