Alien world

Chapter 1060 291. Puzzles and Treasures

Passers-by on the street avoided him with fear. They didn't know Annan, but they were afraid of the uniform he was wearing.

Annan glanced around. According to the order, they had to find the marks of lion, snake and badger before they could find the location of the thing.

He asked the baker's aunt, who looked worried because no customers dared to come because he was standing here, "Excuse me, have you seen the 'lion'?"

"I have no idea……"

"The lion could be a painting, a doodle," Annan added.

"I have no idea……"

"Maybe it's a guy nicknamed Lion..." Annan reminded.

The baker, who was about the same size as Aunt Susan, expressed her grievance: "I don't know what a lion is."

"Uh. It's just..."

Annan took out paper and pen and drew for her.

The bakery lady shook her head. Just then, Terry ran in and said, "Master Olme, I saw a snake!"

"Are you sure?"

"Hmm! This season shouldn't be a coincidence."

Annan was about to follow Terry away when the bakery lady suddenly exclaimed, "Are you Mr. Olme?"

"What's wrong?" Annan turned around.

"We have all heard the story of how you destroyed the Free Blade and brought peace to the New Capital... This is for you, it's still hot!" The excited bakery lady wrapped a large piece of white bread for Annan.

"This……"

Annan didn't know what to say.

The new kings are the core of the kingdom, and they will definitely do everything they can to slander the Free Blade. It is not surprising that the common people have such a perception.

Barr did a great job...

Annan had no choice but to accept the gift from the aunt in the bakery and came out with Terry holding a bag of bread.

"There……"

Terry pointed to a stopped truck loaded with goods delivered from outside. A snake-like tail that looked like a hemp rope was sticking out from under the tarpaulin.

It was indeed a snake, but what about the lion? Did they find the lion by accident, or did they jump over it?

"Sir, the truck is moving..." Terry reminded in a low voice.

It seems like just a coincidence, unless... the mysterious man is nearby.

Could it be that the mysterious man is a wizard from the school of prophecy?
Annan asked the uneasy merchant, "Do you have any badgers here?"

"No...no, if you need..."

"No need, you can go." Annan waved his hand.

Terry came closer again: "Sir, do we need to follow him?"

"No, he probably doesn't know anything."

You don't even need a professional, a pickpocket can stuff the snake into the truck.

He gathered his men together and told them his guess: "If the mysterious man is nearby, we will pretend to be helping Barbatode next."

This is not easy, after all, the new king has been spreading the word that Barbatode's arrest is closely related to Olme.

However, as long as the mysterious man gives him a chance to speak, Annan is confident that he can explain it clearly.

"do you understand?"

"understood."

"We need to pretend to help Mmm--"

Terry quickly covered Martin's mouth and Annan gave him a thumbs-up.

Badgers have a distinctive appearance, which makes them easy to identify. And just in case, Annan and Martin say: "If you see a mouse, let us know."

Eagles, lions, and snakes are all on this street, and badgers should be the same.

They searched half a street along the outer wall, and Martin found the "rat".

"You really guessed it..." Annan said modestly, "I just know Martin."

The badger's hiding place is in a dark alley, and it appears as graffiti on the wall, running deeper into the alley.

It is said to be a puzzle, but in fact it is a test of observation ability.

Annan followed the direction of the badger and looked towards the end of the alley, where there was an iron gate nailed shut with wooden boards. It was rusty and covered with footprints and urine marks.

Annan ordered his men to drive away the vagrants hiding outside the alley and pry open the dusty iron door.

The cold wind first blew into the house, lifting the falling dust.

Terry was the first to walk in with an oil lamp and take a look around.

Behind the iron gate was an ordinary abandoned house with no windows and a thick layer of dust everywhere. The only clean things were Terry who walked in and a wooden box on the table.

Terry picked up the wooden box and stepped back to Annan.

"It seems this is what Babatod said could save him."

Annan took the wooden box which was only the size of a jewelry box, thought about it, and opened it.

There was no magnificent light or ominous curse, only a fist-sized withered fruit lying quietly at the bottom of the box.

"Oh——" Martin exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Annan glanced sideways.

"It's bad," Martin said, pointing to the withered fruit.

Annan slapped Martin's hand away and asked his men, "Do you know what this is?"

Unfortunately, none of Annan's subordinates inherited his vast knowledge and wisdom, but they recognized him.

Annan had no choice but to temporarily cover the wooden box and take it back to the Purification Courtyard.

Everything went smoothly on the way, but Annan still climbed to the tower and said to the little bat: "Check if anyone is following us."

A magical halo enveloped Annan and dissipated after a few seconds.

"No one dares to mess with you." said the little bat.

"Look at this."

Annan opened the wooden box confidently: "I just got it, do you know what it is?"

Staring at the withered fruit, the little bat let out a slight exclamation and stretched out his hand, but Annan dodged it in advance.

Kyle was annoyed that he was too obvious, and tried to test it out, "I have to touch it to know what it is."

"Come on, what is this?"

"Well...it's the Fruit of Corruption, the highest level of necromancy potion."

"You said it was a potion?"

"Who said potions have to look like potions?"

“But it’s all rotten…”

"Shh..."

Kyle pretended to cover Annan's mouth: "The treasure has a spirit. It will run away when it knows you said that..."

Annan was skeptical: "So this is a good thing?"

"It's a well-deserved good stuff! Can't you feel a trace of death? Because only Wilhelm's top alchemist can make it... This one can be exchanged for an arcane energy core!" The little bat looked emotional, but then shook his head: "But it can't be used on living people, it can only be used for liches."

"what's it for?"

"Throw it into the phylactery, and it will transform the lich into undead."

Annan didn't ask stupid questions like "Isn't a lich just an undead?" After all, the Skeleton King Leonefa is his ally.

Liches are undead, but undead are not liches.

A lich is a spellcaster who has given up his life for the sake of immortality and voluntarily transformed himself into an undead spirit. In this state, a lich is immortal except for its life box, but it has also lost most of its emotions and perceptions.

It’s not necessarily the case with the undead. Some skeletons are greedy for alcohol, and some zombies are covered in rotten flesh but still think about falling in love.

Why did the mysterious man give this thing to Barbatod? He also said it could save his life... Did he resurrect Barbatod after he died?
(End of this chapter)