Chapter 3653: Shabby Emperor Tomb

Hathaway's expression of astonishment and astonishment illustrates how the Hefeng mainland class differences are deeply ingrained in human consciousness.
But I don't have any idea to break the inherent class level and shake the status of class division in human thought.
The reason is simple, I am also a member of the vested interests.
I have no ambition to be too far-sighted, nor do I want to bring chaos to the world because of some restless thoughts.
My biggest dream is to marry my fiancées, and then take my family and move to an unknown island where I can live leisurely.
As for avenging the Phoenix, helping her find her master, and helping the original owner of my body to unlock the secrets of the left arm, and other promises, they are all subsidiary goals other than the salted fish life.
Closer to home.
Hathaway's consternation did not last long, because I had already stepped aside, set up the iron stove, and began to barbecue.
Barbecue is what I am best at and the only dish I am good at.
The reason I am best at grilled meat is really due to my previous life.
In the past, there was no money, no strength, no status, naturally no one would entertain me with food, let alone a place to provide me with the opportunity to cook.
Therefore, I would look for edible things in the corners of the dungeon while spawning monsters.
Whether it was created deliberately by the God of Creation or accidentally, the plants growing in the dungeon, including most monsters, are non-toxic and edible—except for carrion puppets.
Although they are edible, it does not mean that they taste good.
Most of the plants grown in the dungeons taste very bitter and astringent, and the bitterness is very persistent. It is often the whole day after eating a plant with a bad taste. The taste will be bitter and astringent, even if you eat sweet honey, you will still be enveloped by the bitter taste.
But where is the hungry rookie wandering adventurer qualified to pick and choose?
I am having fun in bitterness, drying the plants that taste good, grinding them into powder, and sprinkling them on the grilled monster meat as a seasoning to make the hard and astringent monster meat more palatable.
Facts have proved that my idea is pretty good. Although the flavored monster meat is not delicious, it can finally be swallowed easily.
For a long time later, grilled meat was my essential food.
The so-called practice makes perfect. After a long period of exploration and research, my barbecue technique has reached a handy level.
As long as I want, any barbecue can be cooked deliciously.
Put the prepared beef on the stove, and I grilled the meat unhurriedly.
Hathaway was puzzled by my behavior.
For her, archaeology is a sacred and serious thing, and she also knows a little bit, for the tomb thief, digging a grave is also a very important thing-the more stolen things, the more valuable , Life will be better improved.
I am neither an archaeologist nor a tomb thief, but my behavior is not different from that of an archaeological expert and a tomb thief, so Hathaway always thought that I would take this matter seriously.
But I didn't expect that I would grill the meat comfortably.
"My lord, you..." Hathaway stopped talking.
I scratched my head and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
"There's nothing wrong with it, just...barbecuing beside the tomb, I always feel...always..."
Hathaway was troubled for a long time, and finally suffocated three words: weird.
Hearing that, I was taken aback and thought a little bit, as if she was right, it was strange to have a barbecue next to the mausoleum.
What to do then
I brought meat and a whole set of barbecue utensils, so I can’t leave it alone, right?
After thinking about it, I slapped my forehead, yes, as long as everyone is involved, no one will feel strange.
It’s like everyone is a sand sculpture, if you are smart, you will naturally be treated as a weird person, but if you also perform sand sculptures, everyone is the same, and no one will use weird It looks at you, or you have the ability to turn all sand sculptures into smart people.
Although I can't turn sand sculptures into smart people, I can pull everyone to barbecue around the tomb.
Anyway, as long as those of us present don't feel embarrassed, there is nothing embarrassing to speak of.
This is the well-known theory of ‘join in if you can’t beat it’. It’s just that the one who joined has changed from a minority to a majority, while the one who has been added has changed from a majority to myself.
When a group of investigating teams finished their investigation and walked out of the tomb, the scene they saw at first sight almost made them doubt life.
"My lord, you are..." The leader of the human adventurer stared at the greasy barbecue on the grill, his face was at a loss.
"Barbecue party!" I said: "Is there any problem?"
"This...no, there is no problem." The human adventurer leader has been completely disintegrated by my unexpected answer, and decided to give up thinking.
Since I was the designer and barbecued myself, no one in the room dared not participate.
Even if I have repeatedly emphasized that no coercion, all voluntary, everyone present remains the same.
After everyone had a good meal, while resting, the human adventurer leader told me the situation in the tomb.
The situation of this tomb is similar to the previous one, and even the location of the trap and the effect after triggering are not much different.
Precisely because of this, there was no serious injury during this time of exploration.
"Are there many enchanted and magical equipment inside?"
I am more concerned about the treasures inside than measures such as frontal traps.
"There are a lot of enchanting equipment, and I haven't seen any magic equipment."
"Is this again?" I was a little disappointed.
It seems that apart from the tomb of the first monarch of the Perus Empire, I have never seen any magic weapon.
Although in ancient times I dare not say that there are enchanted weapons everywhere, and there are as many magic weapons as dogs, but compared with later generations, the number of magic weapons is still quite large.
As the monarch of the Perus Empire, even if the empire is at sunset, there must be some treasures!
What else does it look like?
I frowned in dissatisfaction, and said, "Why are you so poor? It's almost the same as the tombs of the monarchs of small and medium-sized countries during the melee period."
"My lord is right," the human adventurer leader echoed: "When I first saw these funerary objects, the whole person was stupefied-why is the tomb of the Emperor of the Perus Empire getting more and more shabby?"
"Later, I checked with the instrument again, and found that there was really nothing under the tomb. This was the real hammer. This is a shabby emperor's tomb."
"So, what about gold and silver jewelry?" I asked casually, "Are there many such things?"
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