Chapter 497

Everton stopped and said:

"as your Excellency has just said, if these are all the same and you can open different treasure houses randomly, then I will choose them randomly, and there is no conflict with your rules."

The mayor was tongue tied for a long time, and ivy maliciously speculated that this might be a bug in the program, right? Of course, magic is more accurate here, but magic, ha ha

In the end, the little aristocrat agreed with ivy.

"Dear warrior, the treasure warehouse is right here, please follow me..."

"It's like it's far away, and there's no one to defend. Is that really good?"

Ivy also has some doubts. The scenery around is getting better and better, but it's very remote and desolate. It's not like going to the treasure house. It's clear that

Ivy looked at the front gate, the wall, and other buildings. It was like a cemetery

In addition to their line of business, there is no one around. It is still in the town. This "cemetery" is very big, which is different from the gloomy and terrifying game. It is sunny here, and the underground tombstones are very simple. Most of them are black, and unknown stones are engraved with white words and unknown words. There are no photos and so on Everyone is arranged in a neat and orderly manner. It is a very simple thing for the living to let the dead obey the rules.

Most of the dead in the cemetery are in stable mood.

"This is our treasure warehouse. There are 520 treasure tombs in this warehouse. Now, 250 are available. Please choose your reward..."

What do I need these for? Dig it out for a barbecue? Ivy murmured in his heart, but did not dare to show disrespect to the dead.

"How can I use this one?"

"Post them, read their names, and then you can open them..."

"But I don't know the words on it?"

"Oh, that's simple. When you put the key on it, you can get your own pronunciation and meaning But before that, I need to get out of here. Good luck, young man... "

With a flash of light, the little Lord used the transmission magic and disappeared outside the cemetery.

Ivy lingered inside, and no one else dared to follow him in. The setting sun stretched his figure so long that he looked very lonely. However, Ivy did not feel this kind of feeling, or even before he had time, he had a strange feeling. Is it really a tomb here?

He glanced. Since he didn't know each other, he decided by luck. He chose one randomly and put the key on it. Then the tombstone changed color, white tombstone, black characters

Hehe, interesting, he looked up, these black and white tombstones, are all like this?

When the world was created, did anyone come first?

Or is it a hangover waiting for me to fight?

Obviously, it's not With the completion of more tasks, the conversion of black tombstone and white tombstone will also increase. What's the significance of that? As long as you work hard, you can make a certain color dominate the world Maybe the treasures in it will enlighten you?

He looked at himself quietly, and suddenly some inexplicable things came into his mind. Those pieces of knowledge that were everywhere but could not be found suddenly flashed a little. This was totally negligible for the vast harvest, but it was so bright and bright that it could not be ignored In fact, these can also be made up a little bit.

What are the supplements?

It's just a sentence, engraved on the tombstone:

"human beings divide time, and time urges people to work hard."

Ivy showed a faint smile, which is like going to bed early and getting up early. It's just chicken soup carved on the clock. It's interesting. You can look forward to the contents.

With this sentence, like a magic chant, those strange syllables seem to shake the world's unique magic system.

The words on the tombstone were completely lit up, and then they seemed to turn into a black hole. Ivy's heart was filled with enlightenment. Then he put his hand into the black hole, took out and escaped with a pocket watch, a strange pocket watch

The pocket watch looks like a monster with a big mouth open. The scales around the watch are all white teeth, which are weird and tasteful. There are some terrible bad tastes in it. The watch seems to be hollowed out. There are three different tongues in the three layers of watch needles When the second hand moves, it is the ticking sound of saliva, while the alarm clock and the time is the horrible chewing sound and scream.

The inscription on it shows that this is a piece: hellwatch, grade F, and can be upgraded.

It's no use, Ivey sighed. It's probably a little toy.

The number of samples is not enough to analyze the situation here, so try again.

As he walked out of the cemetery, he saw the mayor still waiting outside, pacing back and forth nervously

"How about it? What good things have you got, dear adventurerHe rubbed his hands like this, which was quite different from the one he had just done.

Ivy looked into his eyes and quickly put the "pocket watch" in front of him. "Bad luck. It's just an F-class treasure. What can the mayor recommend?"

"Ha, good, good." Obviously relieved, he reluctantly smiles, "there are a lot of good things here. Keep going, young man."

Well, Ivy's space equipment is big enough, otherwise there is no place for class F treasures.

He laughs, "then I listen to you, continue to work hard."

Turn around and walk away.

Looking at his back, the mayor felt lost and didn't know what expression to use.

"My father..." The beautiful girl doesn't know what to say. Whenever this time, she doesn't know what to do

Of course, nonsense is, not at this time, she does not know what to do

"Don't worry, everyone has his own destiny, just like every magic has his own destiny..." Correspondingly, although the mayor didn't know what to do, he was more open-minded and had a better life. He hoped that this happiness could be passed on to the people around him, especially the daughter who didn't know when

Ivy went out of the town. He had a spiritual map. He didn't have to waste too much time on finding the way and looking for the strange. Soon he chose some social animals: ducks.

He also made a mockery of himself: today with poultry, but it has not been a good show of cooking skills.

Ducks are also a group of low-level monsters, not many in number. Except for the small fresh meat, appearance online and equipped with taste, there is nothing to be said about them.

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