055, is it a trip for nothing

"Are you an arcane? Why didn't you use magic on the way here?

After rectifying and moving the next day, Mr. Blair found an opportunity to ask Yin secretly.

Due to the frequent use of arcane arts, eight or nine hours of sleep can no longer make up for the lack of mental strength. Yin looks a little dizzy and her footsteps are floating. She pressed her temple and replied tiredly, "I can't do magic, only arcane."

Can't do magic and only arcane? What is this? Mr. Blair frowned and asked, "Didn't you go to Hegway to meet your friends? Why did you come here?"

Yin pointed to Haimerlin: "Friend, please let me pick him up." She spoke vaguely, so Mr. Blair thought that his so-called friends came to them to rescue the lame boy trapped in the mountains, and nodded without further questioning.

"It's been half a month since Mr. Blair came here. Haven't you found everything yet?" It has been nearly half a month since they broke up with Hegway. It took half a month to collect alchemy materials and couldn't find them.

Mr. Blair smiled mischievously, bent down to her ear and said, "I'm here to look for treasure."

Treasure hunt? Will there be a treasure house in this deserted mountain? It's funny. Mr. Blair whispered, "You are also an arcane artist. Have you ever heard the name Margaret Xiuwen?"

"Margaret..." Yin almost bit her tongue, "What's wrong with her, she, this person?"

"I just heard from my friend mention that this Margaret used to be a famous magician. She is famous in the empire and has made countless great achievements - but I don't know exactly what she has done. The point is not this. The point is that the imperial royal family appreciates her very much and rewards her countless gold and silver. Treasure." Mr. Blair licked his lower lip and smiled.

Yin couldn't help laughing: "She hid all the gold, silver and jewelry in a cave near here?" Some people are thinking about occupying their mother's wealth for themselves in front of themselves. How can this be more and more funny?

Mr. Blair shook his head mysteriously and lowered his voice: "No, no, no, smart people will not hide their treasures in the cave, so that they can't guard them all the time, and they will feel uneasy. Smart people will hide valuable things in the dimension. Yes, it's the place where your little pets go in and out every day, so that you can carry them with you without worrying about being stolen.

"But Margaret is dead." Yin reminded.

Mr. Blair nodded disapprovingly: "Yes, but her dimension still exists somewhere. My friend told me that the last time people saw her was in this Kuzbik Mountain, so I guess her dimension must stay near here."

- There is a command in any dimension, just like the password of the safe. As long as you find the command, you can open the treasure hole.

What Idalos said after dressing up in Marco Polo sounded in his ear again. Yin understood and took over his words, "You are going to open Margaret's treasure hole with instructions."

Mr. Blair was a little stunned and asked, "You know?"

Yin's face did not change: "I am one of the members of the Space-Time Control Research Association." Of course, this is a lie with his eyes open. Chief Priest White once talked nonsense and covered up his identity for her in front of the city owner's private mercenary regiment. Anyway, this research will not be small, and no one will recognize it if it is nonsense.

But Mr. Blair couldn't be fooled. The old man stroked his beard and laughed a few times, reached out and pressed her shoulder: "Although I'm old, my head is not confused. You are a member of the research association. As a president, why don't I know?"

Yin almost jumped up: "Are you the president of the research association?"

"Well, although it is a little suspicious of boasting, the two concepts of treasure cave and instructions were put forward by me in those years. As a person who has made outstanding contributions in the field of space-time control, it is not strange to be a re-elected president, is it?" Mr. Blair looked around. Everyone seemed to be walking with their heads buried, and no one noticed their conversation.

Yin really can't laugh or cry. She pretends to be the master. She really can't be more unlucky. She had no choice but to admit her mistake: "I just heard about the research meeting from the chief priest of White. Although I really want to join, I haven't been able to find a referee."

Mr. Blair laughed and put his arms around her shoulder: "How about I go back to Eloda after this treasure hunt?"

"That's a great honor..."

While talking, the mercenary captain walking in front of him turned back and reported to the old man, "Mr. Blair, it's one of your destinations if you go any further. Look..." While wincing, Yin saw through his intention and took the initiative to say, "We're still rushing back to Hegway. Why don't we separate here?"

"No, let's follow," Blackcurrant didn't know when he appeared behind them. "Otherwise, you can't get out of Kuzbeek Mountain alive."

The mercenary captain was angry, but he was telling the truth and couldn't refute it at all, so he had to turn his eyes to the employer.

Mr. Blair thought for a little and nodded, "Then I have to trouble you to walk with us." The mercenary captain had to continue to the front to explore the way dejectedly.

Yin poked the black gallon and asked with laughter, "Why have you become so kind? Is it because of the better climate in this area?"

Blackcurrant was not angry when he was teased. He just said, "If you want to look for treasure here, the strength of ordinary mercenaries is far inferior. What do you think?" But he is questioning Mr. Blair.

The old man didn't mind that he overheard the conversation and replied with a smile, "Hagway is not Eloda. Few people give me face. If it hadn't been for the gold and silver mountains in front, even these people would not have been hired."

"Are you going to kill all the treasures after you find them?" Blackcurrant pointed out rudely.

Mr. Blair shook his head with a smile: "Don't make me think so bad. Young people, everyone loves money. If I can walk out of Kuzbik Mountain alone, I don't need mercenaries at the beginning. I don't want my hands to be stained with innocent blood."

Blackcurrant sneered and seemed to want to laugh back. He had been pulled aside by Yin covering his mouth.

The mercenaries started in front, and the captain looked around with a compass. At noon, he finally arrived near the location of a fork on the map. Yin saw four or five forks on the map, most of which had been painted with red pens. It seems that they have been there for more than half a month and determined the wrong coordinates, except Now outside the point where they are, there is only one fork that hasn't arrived yet.

After the team stopped, Hemerlin found a place to sit down and rest with the help of Su Ti. He looked very tired. He knew that the power of life in the necromancer's body was suppressed by the power of death all year round. Most people's physical strength was very poor, and he was also a good king. Son, it's not easy to achieve this level.

Mr. Blair led the mercenaries around the neighborhood to look for the treasure hole. Yin and his party had nothing to do. They ate sunflower seeds together and soon vomited a sweet potato seed shell.

"It doesn't seem to be around here either. Let's go." After about an hour, Mr. Blair greeted in the distance, and the mercenaries sighed and carried their luggage and walked to the next destination.

Heimerlin stood up with a crutch and asked strangely, "What is the old gentleman looking for?"

Yin covered her mouth and smiled secretly: "Look for Margaret's bones." Seeing that his eyes were wide open, he quickly waved his hand, "Serious, be serious, don't let him see it."

The four people followed Mr. Blair's team. At the end, Hemerlin couldn't help asking, "Margaret's bones... should be kept by the Parthian Legion. Why did you come here to look for it?"

"Of course, I was cheated." The black currant didn't interrupt.

"Who was it?" Heimlin frowned and asked.

Blackcurrant did not answer, and his eyes were at touch with Yin. He put his hands in his coat pocket and walked to the front alone.

Youyin's arcane solution to the Warcraft, and the last destination was also found at dusk on the third day. Unfortunately, I searched around there and didn't find any human skeleton. A mercenary found a canyon formed in the distance. The vertical direction was very deep, and the bottom was dark, and nothing could be seen.

Mr. Blair squatted by the canyon and thought for a long time, and made a determined order: "Prepare the rope."

"You're not going down, are you?" Yin was shocked and grabbed him, "What if there is any danger in the face?"

"People who are afraid can't be treasure hunters." Mr. Blair took the rope and tied it around his waist, smiled, and turned his back to go down the canyon.

Blackcurrant picked up a grapefruit-sized stone from the ground and threw it down the canyon. Everyone held their breath. After a long time, the stone landed, and there was a crisp echo.

"It's too risky to do this. Nothing is more important than your own life, is it?" Heimlin limped over and tried to persuade the old man to change his mind.

Mr. Blair smiled and said nothing, but the mercenaries who came with him retorted dissatisfiedly: "We gambled our lives to find treasure in this ghost place where birds don't shit. The treasure is right in front of us. Do you want us to go back?"

Hemerlin put the crutch under his armpit and made a gesture of spreading his hands: "How do you know that the treasure is already in front of you? What if there is no treasure under here, but a large warcraft?

The mercenary choked, and another person beside him said, "It's impossible! Mr. Blair assured us that there would be treasure." After that, all the mercenaries looked at Mr. Blair with anticipation, and their eyes were more like saying that if there was no treasure here, we would not spare you.

"Even if there is a treasure, it is not the treasure of Margaret Xiuwen." Blackcurrant stood on the edge of the cliff and kept kicking the gravel down, and the rustling sound was all the way down, which was particularly clear in this silent dusk.

Mr. Blair looked at him suspiciously: "Why are you so sure?"

Haimolin held his hands and replied sincerely, "Because Margaret's bones are not here."

"What?" The old man couldn't help taking a step forward, "Isn't it here? Where will it be? This is obviously the last place where people saw her. Has her bones been taken away?

Yin explained with a sorry and sympathetic face: "She came here before she died and then left, but not many people knew what happened later."

As soon as the mercenaries heard that the treasure became a bubble, they all cursed angrily. Mr. Blair's face turned pale for a while, and his hand holding the crutch couldn't help shaking, but he forced himself to calm down: "Since not many people know, how do you know?"

"I'm curious about Margaret, and I know a little about this person." In front of Yin, Hemolin lied very smoothly, so that whatever he said next could be covered.

Before Mr. Blair had time to ask, the mercenary captain approached unkindly: "Hey, old man, we just followed the treasure you mentioned. Now that the treasure is gone, and so many of our brothers have died, what are you going to do?"