Path of The Dragonborn

"The backlog of arms, all kinds of drugs... There are also some old-fashioned guides that I don't know where they came from... It seems that nothing can be used." Those arms and weapons are mass-produced inferior goods sold on the black market, far away It's better to ask Feina to customize and personally maintain the excellent works; as for the disposable equipment such as bombs, let alone the disposable equipment, Heilijia even suspects that this warehouse might cause fires and explosions due to poor management.

As for the old-style power guides...maybe still a bit attractive to others; but for Heliga, who can release more powerful magic without a power guide, it is also something that does not need to be looked at. Besides, the new type of force guide "ARCUS" that Oribart mentioned before and himself seems to have his own copy, so he doesn't need to look at these rags.

Of course, not all the stocks are useless-not far from the small compartment where arms and guns are stacked, an iron door with several layers of large locks is clearly visible. Of course, this kind of physical defense is completely useless in the face of Dragon Roar's "phantom illusion." Heliga soldiers passed through the wall without blood, and in this slightly larger warehouse room, he saw a lot of noteworthy things with satisfaction.

Different from the big and rough boxes that contain munitions-the things stored in this warehouse are more precious. Not to mention the strong metal safes one after another, just the crystallization of the various seven obsidians placed in the bullet-proof glass cover is enough to make people shine.

"The top-notch safe produced by the Republic... uses a combination lock that is not easily disturbed and double protection with the top alloy lock developed by Urnu Society..." Heliga narrowed his eyes, "What a pity... This kind of precaution can prevent many people from prying eyes, but for me alone-it can't do anything."

This feeling is very wonderful and very exciting. In a daze, Heliga felt the skills of the dragonborn in his body surge up-in the days when he was smashing and tumbling in Skyrim, the dragon himself did not go deep into the tomb of the ancient Nord. In addition to the powerful undead ghoul princes and various strange and strange institutions, the most impressive thing is the various jewels in the funeral. Some of the adventurers in the company pay tribute to the deceased and are unwilling to disturb the peace of the deceased, while some are not so particular about it-this is a lot of money, don't do it for nothing.

As for the Dragonborn himself, he lacks interest in all kinds of gems and gold coins, but he only loves ancient enchanted jewelry and various weapons and magic weapons. Had it not been for Nirevain, a well-known cultural relic dealer who had attracted all eyes and ridicule, this title would have fallen on him too.

But now in this Rubacher's warehouse, Heliga felt some excitement of wandering in the tomb.

""Metal Magic"...can easily convert the lock core made of top alloy into rusty scrap iron. Just ask the manufacturer of the safe. Heliga snickered, a magical power wandering with the light movements between his fingers. It takes a lot of magical power to convert between different metals, but the piece of the lock cylinder is after all small in size, and Heliga It was merely transforming it into low-grade metal, not higher-grade alchemy-so only ten seconds later, the return of the magical touch between his fingers made Heliga nod in satisfaction.

As for the guiding force code lock that requires special instructions and guiding force fluctuations to be unlocked... it has long lost its effect in the surge of magical energy. This is not because the manufacturer is not mindful. In fact, the firewall added by its anti-jamming system is enough to discourage many hackers; but in the face of completely beyond the magical energy fluctuations, no matter how strong the defense is, it can only be empty.

However, everything is well, but Heliga is not in a hurry to open the safe and check the contents. If he expected it well and Garcia is not an idiot, he will definitely set up some security measures when arranging these warehouses.

Sure enough, under Heliga's careful search, he found that something similar to an alarm device was placed under each safe. These specially processed devices are very sensitive. As long as it perceives a slight change in the quality and stability of what is pressed on it, it will sound a harsh alarm-guards and mafia members patrolling in all directions will also Hearing the news, they swarmed.

Although they weren't a threat to Heliga at all—but this was not the time to cause trouble.

"Galcia, I learned it from Jeno..." Heliga recognized the abilities of the famous "trap master", "I think about it, what the guy said, the way to solve this kind of trap is ......Well, yes, destroy its sensor and cut off the information feedback loop in time—"

Garcia's imitations were done with care, and it seemed that he did a good job stealing his teacher partners. However, there is always a gap between the fake and the original, at least the materials used by both sides are very different. After removing all obstacles easily, Heliga was finally able to see what was in the safe.

Of course, if anyone finds out that this place has been stolen afterwards-it doesn't matter to Heliga. While thinking like this, he gently opened the safe--

Something he had never thought of before coming over appeared before his eyes.

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"I see, President." In the backstreet of the downtown area of ​​Closbell, at the headquarters of the Rubacher Chamber of Commerce, Garcia was patting his chest and assured President Marconi.

"This matter must be cautious... "Auctions" are not only the source of most of our income, but also what Speaker Harutman has been relying on for us to do. "Marconi is rare and serious, "How is the training of those monsters?" "

"The taming of the last batch of monsters will take some time..." Garcia said, "but the previous batches have been tamed and can be put into use."

"Okay!" Marconi said happily, "Now you can let those guys on Oriental Street taste it."

"President..." Garcia said with some worry, "It's better not to cause too much movement..."

"I know!" Marconi was very impatient with this, and seemed to shake his head a little angrily. "This matter, let's make the final confirmation in a few days later-compared with that. The Speaker will leave it to us. What about the special cargo that is handled in custody?"