The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

In the dark cave, apart from the sound of water dripping and falling, there are only the sound of footsteps, one big and one small.

"Shua."

The addition of the alchemical combustion aid made the torch's brilliance a bit brighter, and it also allowed me to see the surrounding decorations clearly.

The rough cave is obviously not a formal entrance, but it is vast if you look around.

The rock wall above the head is even more than 100 meters high, the gray palace group stretches at the end of the perspective, and the gray brick steps build the road between the palaces.

Under the palace complex, there are still small brick and stone bungalows, but now only broken brick and stone walls remain.

This place should have once been a relic of a certain civilization, but apparently it was thieves more than once, and a stone statue that was inconvenient to move was found. The looters left nothing behind, and the gold skin and precious stones on the statue were dug clean.

Probably because the level of craftsmanship is not enough or it is too old, the murals are already gray and black, and even the parchment scrolls are too rotten to read.

"Could it be empty again?"

The words of the dead cat made my heart tighten. If the target is stolen by thieves, then I will really find a needle in a haystack.

"...Ask the gatekeeper here first."

Skeletons came out of the ruins one by one, most of them were dressed as tomb robbers, but there were still some bird-headed bones.

"Necro?"

I was relieved when I saw the enemy. Among the ruins and ruins, all kinds of undead creatures are the most common.

Looking around, most of the undead are skeletons. There are low-level skeleton soldiers (civilian version), skeleton shooters, and skeleton laborers, but the highest-level ones are probably only a few skeleton mages, and there are no liches. .

The existence of these things at least shows that the ruins have not been cleaned up repeatedly, and there should be valuable items inside.

I'm afraid that even if there are high-level undead, there is no wisdom. After all, even if you are as lonely as a lich, you will want to go out for a stroll occasionally. It is acceptable to stay in this moldy underground for hundreds of years, but it is too much for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Many people think that the older the undead, the stronger it is. In a sense, this is an illusion.

Living more and more intelligent undead.

Generally speaking, it is unlikely to be weak.

"Tsk, it's all weathered, don't make it too shattered before extracting the memory."

The negative energy of the skeleton soldiers in front of them began to dissipate. The bones are almost turning into fossils, and some of them fall apart as they walk, so there is no fighting power at all.

It's not that undead become stronger the longer they live, but that only powerful undead can live for such a long time.

Low-level undead without wisdom have been alone for a long time. As the negative energy dissipates, the normal situation will gradually weaken, and even return to dust. New undead reappeared in the bones. But it is completely different from the natural undead.

Only those intelligent undead will consciously gather more negative energy and gradually become more powerful, cunning, and withdrawn.

The skeletal creatures in front of them felt like they were about to fall to the ground when the wind blows, probably because the closed environment here gave them enough shelter.

It's okay for such a necromancer to bully a tomb robber who doesn't have much strength, but it doesn't make any sense for a necromancer like me.

A few low-level enslaved undead will seize control of these undead.

I directly extracted the memory from the soul fragment, but I frowned.

"The oldest undead is less than a thousand years old, and it crawled out of the wreckage here. At that time, it was already in ruins. Later, the earth's crust changed, and the entrance and exit became more difficult to find. There are no treasures here, and there is no one at all." coming."

I'd rather be blocked by undead bone dragons. I don't want to encounter this kind of situation... If you look for this bit by bit, if you want to find the Year of the Monkey, there may be nothing in the end.

And it's even more unsatisfactory to turn around and leave like this.

"I smell the living, who dares to disturb the dormancy of the great Glinka."

On the other side of the palace group, there was a sudden roar. That is the secret language between souls, which is the patent of high-level undead. Judging from the magic power fluctuation and dragon voice, it seems to be a bone dragon?

And soon, a ghost dragon flew out from the palace group. Although it was a small dragon less than five meters long, the sound was heard before the dragon arrived.

"The crow's mouth is still useful..."

Two minutes later, the Phantom Dragon, which was still baring its teeth and claws just now, lay on the ground covering its head, and under my "friendly request", it introduced the surrounding situation to me very "excitingly and enthusiastically".

"Mirror? A shining thing? A shining thing that can reflect external objects?"

This little ghost dragon didn't even seem to know what a mirror was, but with my "enthusiastic help", it quickly remembered something.

"I seem to have seen it a long time ago, but I couldn't bite it, and then I threw it away. I don't know where it is, but it should be here."

Looking at the ghost dragon with a stupid face in front of me, I don't even bother to get angry.

If you extract memories, it's hard to figure out the memories that you can't remember clearly. I don't plan to search slowly from this guy's hundreds of years of memory.

So……

"This dragon is still useful, at least it shows that this thing is strong enough and not afraid of tossing. Then, let me move it, and dig three feet to find it."

One by one, the skeleton soldiers got up from the ground, picked up hoes, knives and forks, and started the treasure hunt.

Worried about not enough people, I also summoned a batch of undead creatures to help with the search.

As a veteran tomb raider...adventurer, I have not experienced such things as exploring ruins. Treasures are not like games, they are placed in treasure chests waiting for you to open them, or they will fall naturally when you kill some monsters.

That kind of magic fluctuates violently, and you can tell that it is a good thing at a glance. Most of them are cursed items and traps. No one will wander around with all their belongings. Not less.

Without a certain vision for appraisal, valuable antiques will be regarded as scrap iron in front of you. I have seen a dozen rookies holding golden gilded copper swords as treasures. In those legendary stories, they were lucky to pick up artifacts from grocery stores. Well, the premise is that some idiot sold the artifact as scrap.

Although 99% of this kind of thing is a scam by profiteer bosses to deceive newcomers, there are still a few precedents. After all, not every adventurer team will bring senior appraisers, and some goods are not from the right place, especially those who steal nobles. Tomb robbers in the tomb are satisfied if they can ship safely, and it is common to sell good goods at a low price.

"So, have you ever picked something up? Have you ever bought something good at a low price?"

The dead cat was a little surprised.

"No, I've seen others pick it up, such as Cavens, Cavens, Adam, Adam..."

I feel more and more that this world is unfair. Why do these low-IQ creatures succeed in picking up the leaks? I have repeatedly identified and tested each time, but I have never picked up a treasure, so...

"So, I opened my own shop in Sulfur Mountain City, and I specialized in selling 'unidentified stolen goods' and 'antiques found in catacombs' for five hundred silver coins each. At the beginning, the business was pretty good."

"...You can still maintain a long-term supply of that kind of mess? You must have arranged a 'winning' entrustment."

"My antique craftsmanship is not bad, and then there are messy things given by the system..."

Heloise shook her head, and she also guessed what happened afterwards.

"It was exposed later, so you can't drive anymore?"

"...No, although it was true that it was not opened later, this is not the reason."

"What's that? Are you bored?"

"...I accidentally misread it. I really sold an artifact for 500 silver. I lost a lot and cried because I couldn't do it anymore."

"According to your temperament, you can't think of a way to get it back? Oh, I understand, don't tell me that Adam is the one you bought?"

I nodded heavily, this incident has become a shadow in my mind, I have lost at least ten years of turnover in one order, and I will never open a store again after that.

Heloise and I chatted casually, but we were also passing the time.

The low-level undead are helping to find it, but when they will be found, I really don't know.

"Reflective fragments", "hard stones" I gave these low-level undead such crude orders, and they couldn't understand the complexity. Some skeleton soldiers came to me with strange-shaped stones. It seems that this I found someone.

a year? half a year? But the rare god of luck really favored me once. After the rubble piled up in front of me became a hill, less than a week later, a skeleton laborer who was about to rot brought me the magic mirror. (To be continued.)

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