Mercenaries and Adventurers

After wiping it on his face, Zhao Ji found that his hand was covered with ashes.

Looking around, he found a charcoal pencil lying next to him. Unlike the simple charcoal pencil he usually uses, this charcoal pencil looks quite regular!

It's not his stuff!

Zhao Ji was taken aback for a moment. Get up from the warm wolf fur cloak, and grab the new dagger on the ground not far away.

But when he grabbed the dagger in his hand, he suddenly realized, didn't he put the dagger next to the backpack against the wall last night?

How did the dagger fall next to the bedding in the morning?

Zhao Ji leaned back against the cave wall of the crypt as if frightened, and drew out a new dagger in his hand. The left hand is holding the dagger scabbard tightly, and the right hand is holding the steel dagger, gesturing in front of the body, defending against possible attacks.

But there was nothing in the crypt he dug himself.

After waiting like this for a while, Zhao Ji looked at all the things in the crypt vigilantly by the light that naturally diffused in from the entrance of the crypt, trying to see the difference between the crypt at this time and before going to bed last night.

There were no extra footprints on the land that came up and down the crypt, and Zhao Ji only saw the prints of his own boots. Not only was there a charcoal pencil from nowhere scattered on his quilt, but also the elf coin that he had been hiding in his inner pocket.

Seeing this, Zhao Ji quickly put his hand into the inner pocket of his clothes, and found that except for some small silver coins, the elf coins were gone. Two small denomination elf coins fell on the quilt, while the large denomination, which seemed to be expensive at first glance, was missing.

Look again, on the backpack and weapon not far away, the long spear is still in place, and the long sword has not moved, but! The two-handed ax with the blue ax face turned over!

Zhao Ji remembered clearly that before going to bed last night, he specially turned the ax head over. Because he thought it was bad to have a monster head, so he turned the ax head specifically before turning off the lights.

Unexpectedly, when I woke up in the morning, I saw the ax turned around by itself.

Was it the ax that did the trick?

It shouldn't be, the ax has been by his side for many days before, there is no need to play tricks last night. And what's with that charcoal pencil? It doesn't look like someone has entered the crypt, but there is a charcoal pencil that appeared inexplicably.

And there seems to be something drawn in charcoal on his face? Is someone playing a prank?

Is it human?

Zhao Ji grinned, he couldn't figure out what happened for a while.

But it seems that there is no danger now.

It is better to be armed first to be safe, Zhao Ji made a judgment.

He carefully listened to the sounds outside the crypt, but did not hear any strange sounds. It should be said that there is no sound outside, no sound from animals, no chirping of birds, no sound of insects and gophers, not even the sound of wind blowing over ancient petrified tree stumps.

Zhao Ji was worried, he leaned down lightly, and approached his weapons and equipment carefully.

First, pull out the long sword gently without making a sound, and then keep it at hand for use at any time, then gently untie the rope tied to the armor wooden box, carefully open the wooden box without making a sound, put the helmet and Take out the complicatedly stacked armor parts.

Putting on the full suit of armor and helmet quickly and carefully, Zhao Ji fastened the dagger and long sword to the belt around his waist, and put the backpack on his back, with the ax stuck on the backpack on his back.

But when he put the backpack on his back, he turned around and saw the valuable elf coin lying in the corner under the quilt.

Zhao Ji scratched his head in doubt, but only made the sound of gloves hitting the helmet.

Unable to figure out how the coin fell there, Zhao Ji had no choice but to put it in the backpack first. Just when he picked up the long gun and was about to go out to have a look, he suddenly noticed an extra mark on the wall on the side where the weapons and equipment were placed.

He used a shovel to shovel out the crypts. Because the soil is soft, there are neat shovel marks on the walls, one after another, row after row.

As long as you pay attention to this redundant circular imprint, it is still easy to distinguish.

Zhao Ji stared at this imprint, feeling a little familiar, as if he had seen something similar just now.

correct!

It's the big elf coin.

Fumbling for the coin from the backpack behind him, Zhao Ji buckled it on the imprint on the wall, and found that it was exactly the same!

It's this coin, but who is free to press this valuable thing that was dug out of him against the dirt wall?

This is a picture of something, and this thing has not been taken away, and it is abandoned in place.

Zhao Ji under the helmet pursed his mouth, not knowing what was going on. But at least, he now knows that he is not the only one here.

What is it?

Zhao Ji picked up the spear and carefully moved it out of the crypt. While carefully checking the soil on the ground again, he found that there were still only his own footprints.

Can the other party be the Tu Xingsun who came through the wall?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ji suddenly realized that not long ago, he had fought against the strange stone statue that could control the power of the land. The mysterious little thing that seems to be trapped inside the stone statue should have similar powers and abilities.

But here is also a distance from the southern forest where goblin settlements haunt. Is there a connection between the two?

Carefully poking his head out of the crypt, Zhao Ji carefully turned his body and helmet around, but did not find anything else in the valley sandwiched by the entire hill.

Looking up at the top of the petrified tree stump, there is no strange thing hiding.

In the low temperature weather, there are no animals. There is no wind today, so the surroundings of the tree root camp are quiet.

Boldly walking out of the crypt, Zhao Ji put away the long sword and grasped the spear in his hand, and spent a little time searching the entire vicinity. He even used the thin cracks on the surface of the petrified tree stump to climb up the tree stump wearing armor top.

Standing tall and looking far away, he circled around to investigate, but still found nothing strange.

It doesn't matter, people can't be suspicious all the time, if it's an enemy, then he died in his sleep last night. If it is a friend, the other party will appear automatically. If the other party was just a random stranger, then he had lost nothing, not even the precious elven coin.

At first, the other party seemed to find the most valuable coins on his body, but in the end they threw them away. It seemed that the other party didn't think much of them.

What about the gems left by the elves? Those precious gems that he removed from the last instruments left in the ruins, do the other party dare to be interested in these things?

Zhao Ji stood on the top of the tree stump, lowering his head and looking carefully at the place where he had previously buried the birdcage that stored precious items such as gems.

There is no trace of re-excavation. Very good, no matter whether there are people around him staring at him or not, he will definitely not touch those precious gems when he comes back.

It's better to be cautious.

However, can you still get silver?

After thinking about it for a while, Zhao Ji decided to take a look first. If someone has been to the Elven Ruins, then he can know that there are other people here, so he will leave here and stop spying on the rest of the ruins.

Hope others don't find out where he buried his silver.

Zhao Ji climbed down the stump and came to the petrified stump with the remains.

He found that the ropes and handling jacks left behind had no signs of being used. This is very strange, how can no one touch this thing?

If he found such a place, no matter what, he would have to use the rope to go up curiously, right?

After checking the hemp rope tied around the petrified tree stump, Zhao Ji tested the current strength of the hemp rope and found that there was no change.

Climbing up, he checked the jack carefully again, and there was no trace of anyone moving it, and everything was the same as when he left before.

It's getting weirder.

What is the other party's idea?

I just checked the things on his body while he was asleep, but I didn't move the things outside the ruins once.

Going down the rope, the bat droppings underneath were hardened by the cold, and the smell was much better. Zhao Ji walked over and climbed up the hole of the ruins hanging in mid-air along the mounds and ropes left before.

There was a layer of dust on the ground at the entrance of the ruins, and there was no sign of people moving the things left here before, but there were a small amount of feces that were excreted randomly when bats flew by.

He took out a torch from the materials at the entrance of the cave, the grease on the torch was frozen hard, carefully lit it, and Zhao Ji stepped into the ruins.

All the way is the original rock wall left after he dug out the silver wallboard, and there are no other traces on the ground.

The ruins are still quiet, but there are more small animal sounds.

Zhao Ji knew that it was the bats that had moved in, so he was not surprised. As long as he didn't look up, he wouldn't make eye contact with the little bats that were awakened from hibernation.

All the way into the interior of the ruins, the interior of the ruins is still empty and dark, but Zhao Ji has long been used to it, and he even feels a sense of peace and tranquility in the darkness.

The darkness within the ruins didn't seem to hurt him.

The several blocked stone gates on the spiral staircase of the ruins are still the same as before. It seems that either no one came, or the person who came could not open the closed stone gates of the elves.

After all, there is an invisible force protecting Shimen above, and ten thousand years of time have not reduced Shimen's protective power much.

Zhao Ji himself did not plan to open them.

What the elves are doing here, he has already guessed a little bit from his dream experience. If the elves have closed the place where they used to work, then it is better for him not to be curious or greedy to open the stone door.

Curiosity killed the cat, and maybe he killed himself too?

After walking out of the ruins, Zhao Ji climbed the rope and returned to the camp, raised a fire and started cooking.

He now has some thoughts about what happened last night, but he has nothing to prove. But he still has to raise his vigilance, anyway, here, he is not alone now.

After gulping down the food he messed up, Zhao Ji exercised for a while and then started to work.

He packed all the living supplies into the wooden box where the armor was originally placed, and then carried the wooden box to the ruins, and put the extra things outside. After all, his weapons were not light, and there was no danger in the ruins.

He put all the weapons on the lifter, so that he would not worry about being taken away by others because he put them outside, making him useless for weapons, and it would not hinder the silver handling work he was about to start.

If other people really appeared outside, then he could climb up the jack from the inside of the petrified tree stump first, and use weapons on it to resist the enemy for a while.

Zhao Ji took off the armor and placed it at the entrance of the ruins, and then lit the lights for the silver passage.

At intervals, he put down an oil lamp that had been left here before. Now there is no silver wall panel in the passage outside the stone gate of the ruins, and the original ability to reflect light has also declined extremely quickly.

This forced Zhao Ji to arrange more lamp oil.

Fortunately, he set off from Kendall City this time, and he still prepared a lot of lighting tools, which were used here.

The heavy kerosene had to be transported on a trolley, otherwise, he would just carry a backpack and go out, how convenient it was.

Thinking of the convenient space equipment in the novels of the previous life in his mind, Zhao Ji was very eager to have such a thing for himself. In the stories of bards who occasionally come to perform in the tavern, those great heroes, great nobles and magicians seem to have similar things, and Zhao Jiduo seems to have one too.

But he didn't even know where magic items were sold, or how much such things would cost. At the same time, he has lived in this world for a long time, and he also knows that many places here depend on social status. Things like buying magic equipment must require corresponding social status requirements.

How to do this.

Zhao Ji used a shovel to lift the silver board off the wall while thinking about what was there and what was missing.

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Just as Zhao Ji was unloading the silver wall panels according to the previous procedure, not far behind Zhao Ji, there was a burst of yellow light from the petrified tree stump, and a large snail shell emerged from it, and the little fairy came out of the snail shell. Drilling out the opening, first carefully fiddled with the daily necessities that Kiel put in the cave entrance of the ruins for a while, tasted the raw frozen cured meat strips, and put them back with a look of disgust.

Hearing the sound of Kiel working in the passage, the white-bearded goblin sat on the snail shell curiously, and flew silently and cautiously into the passage.

Because there is no silver plate in the section outside the passage, there is not enough light. The light from the snail shell and the goblin is still conspicuous, but after passing the gate of the relic, the light suddenly becomes stronger.

Although Zhao Ji only lit two oil lamps placed on the left and right, no matter whether it was the silver boards on the wall or the silver boards that had been unloaded and stacked on the ground, they all shone and reflected the small lights, making the two lights become Shine bright.

Zhao Ji planned to unload all the silver plates first, and then find a way to get his wooden trolley in. There is still a distance from here to the entrance of the ruins, and as he goes deeper into the ruins, the distance from there to the entrance of the cave The distance will become longer and longer.

The reason why it took him more than ten days to get half of the silver boards before was because the strength of his own biological muscles limited the silver boards he could carry back and forth.

But if you use a trolley to do it, it must be much faster.

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The bearded goblin was quite angry when he saw Kiel destroying the elves' workplace, but Kiel rescued him from the stone statue.

It rolled its eyes, and was about to flick its hat to congratulate itself for thinking of a way to punish Kiel, a human being, but it shot nothing.

Touching the top of his head with both hands, he only found a bald patch, which made him quite surprised, why his hat was gone. Look in the pony bag on my body, there is nothing! Look in the pant leg, there is nothing! It then took off the two shoes, and what was exposed inside the shoes was not the feet, but two shrunken pointed points, as if they were the tails of the smoke.

It rounds its shoes, which jingle in them, but has no hat.

It pointed to Kiel, causing some trouble for Kiel, and then it got into the snail's shell, looking for its own hat.