The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

The reason why many adventurers choose to go to the tomb as a tomb thief is mainly because of the wealth of funeral objects.

Believe this, the owner of the tomb must also be able to think of it.

If you can think of it, as a trap switch, there will be many expensive items built in.

Maybe the value of these items is not as good as fine gold and mithril, enchanting equipment, and magic equipment, but their value must not be too low, at least the kind that makes adventurers jealous.

But can ordinary jewelry really make adventurers jealous?

I doubt it.

Holding my chin and thinking for a while, I asked the expert, "According to what you know about the tomb, what kind of specifications does this tomb belong to, and what is the identity of the owner of the tomb?"

Experts thought for a while and said that the specifications of this ancient tomb belonged to the royal family of a certain country during the melee period.

"Since he is a prostitute, I believe that the monarch of the country does not want tomb robbers to disturb his peace in future generations. If this is the case, it should be filled with more expensive items in the traps. But why do you fill them? Are these ordinary jewels?"

The expert thought for a while and said: "Maybe this son was not loved by the monarch at the time and died unexpectedly. This was the most common way of burying."

"However, since he is the one I don’t like, why would he be buried in such a large tomb?" I wondered: "It stands to reason that the more you don’t like, the more you should be buried in a simpler tomb. That’s right."

"Perhaps this is royal specifications."

The expert thought for a moment, and replied: "Some monarchs, who are obviously very small and weak, but prefer extravagance and desire for vanity. Even the tomb specifications must be more exaggerated than other countries."

After thinking about it, I think it makes sense.

Obviously the country is very small, but extravagant. Such monarchs are not limited to the Hefeng Continent, and even the blue planets are too numerous to list.

Walking along the tomb passage and bypassing some dangerous places of institutions, we soon came to one of the main tomb rooms.

Yes, there is more than one main chamber in this mausoleum, and according to expert analysis, each main chamber in this mausoleum has its own meaning. Of course, this meaning does not stop at confusing the audience, but also hides some of the tomb owners. Favorite things in life.

I asked the experts about the age of the owner of this tomb.

Experts speculate that the age of the tomb owner is about sixteen to seventeen.

What would a sixteen or seventeen year old boy like?

Akahavi once said that when he was sixteen or seventeen, he liked a picture of a lady very much and even wished he could study it dozens of times a day.

The Elf Queen once said that at the age of sixteen or seven, she likes a wooden doll that is not only exquisite, but also an out-of-print variety.

Analita once said that when she was sixteen or seventeen, she was unfortunately attacked by Akahavi and her brain was damaged. It is estimated that she likes what a three or four-year-old child likes.

The little princess Analeta once said that she was sixteen or seventeen years old...sorry, until today, she is not sixteen years old, it is better to say that she is a few years younger than sixteen. .

Closer to home.

Most of the things that 16 or 17-year-old teenagers or girls love most are items that look very delicate and mysterious, but the value of such items will certainly not be very high.

Thinking of this, I immediately lost interest.

Simmons Rock looked at my eyes and asked in doubt, "I feel bored?"

"Not really." I shook my head and said, "I just heard experts say that the items stored in these tombs are most likely the favorite items of the tomb owner, and the owner of the tomb is only sixteen or seventeen years old. Do you remember sixteen or seventeen. What is your favorite when you are 10 years old?"

Simmons Locke thought for a while, and said, "When I was sixteen or seventeen, my favorite was probably the saber that my father gave me."

"Then my Majesty, what is the quality of that sword?"

"Quality? So average, just an ordinary high-grade stainless steel weapon."

"How much can a top-grade stainless steel weapon cost?"

"Ten gold coins," Simmons Locke said: "This also includes the signboard produced by the master, otherwise at most dozens of silver coins."

"Yes, Your Majesty" I said dejectedly: "Even you, when you were sixteen or seventeen, your favorite thing was nothing more than an ordinary sword made of high-quality stainless steel. Is Pinhui any expensive thing?"

"Well, in that case, it probably won't be anything expensive anymore." Simmons Rock nodded thoughtfully, then he frowned and said, "I said Xiaoyi."

"what?"

"You won't forget, the purpose of our trip to the tomb, right?"

"Purpose?" As I looked into Simmons Locke's eyes, I asked, "Isn't it a tomb?"

"Do you think my Simmons family is short of money?"

"There should be no shortage..." I thought about it, and added: "But recently, aren't you participating in the national war?"

"Who told you that national warfare must cost money?" Simmons Rock shook his head with a smile, and said: "Not every national war requires its own funding."

"What do you mean?" I was puzzled by the question marks.

"If this national war was initiated by me, I would naturally need to bear the money for the national war, but this national war was not initiated by me, but by Carter Horton. I am only an ally. It's just to assist him in the battle, and no one pays for it."

"It's enough to get out of people" I said: "Those are precious human resources!"

"There are many adventurers, with limited talents and average strength, but there are more adventurers who want to be opportunistic" Simmons Locke said lightly: "Since they refuse to honestly spawn monsters in the dungeon, go to the battlefield to hone, so A good choice, if you can survive, I can slightly improve the status of their guild."

"Where are those who died?" I asked curiously.

"Pension payment."

"Oh."

I nodded, as expected.

The experts quickly found a hidden compartment hidden in the wall and opened it.

After opening the secret grid, one of the experts with fast eyes and hands quickly pulled the group of companions away.

Then puff puff a few soft sounds, bursts of white smoke sprayed out and scattered on the ground.

After hearing a sneer, a small piece of the floor was corroded.

"This is..." Sniffing the strange smell wafting out of the air, I frowned and said, "Strong acid?"

Several of the experts took a few deep breaths in shock, then one of the experts nodded and said: "It's a strong acid, and it's extremely corrosive, and can be stored for a long time."