Chapter 261: Treasure Room (modified)

When Daisy got out of the tunnel, her movements suddenly stopped. Seeing this, Allen crossed Daisy's body, protected her behind her, and took the lead in getting out of the tunnel-it was Clark, she was huge Floating in front of the French windows.
Seeing Ellen's figure appearing in front of the secret door, her eyes lit up and flew over.
"He's dead?" Clark asked expectantly.
Allen nodded. "Flying ash annihilated."
Clark flew up suddenly, spinning quickly in the air, and then disappeared with a snap.
Daisy walked out behind Alan, "Where did she go?"
"Maybe it's too excited, maybe it's too sad. Anyway, she really needs to find a place to vent her emotions, let's not disturb her." Alan thought of the memories Clark passed to him before, with a tone of pity.
Daisy no longer struggled, and decisively left Alan.
For a girl who regards her appearance as her life, nothing is more important than confirming that her face is safe and sound.
And Allen couldn't help taking out the personal leather book of the Duke of Dark Night, and while studying it, he sat in front of the bay window and waited patiently-he believed Clark would come back to find him.
Sure enough, when he roughly halfway through the speed-reading book in his hand, Clark appeared in front of him.
Her expression was calm and she couldn't see her emotions at all. "Thank you for helping me kill the Duke of Dark Night. I have seen it in the dark room. There is indeed no breath and trace of him. I will also fulfill my promise. I give you the collection left by my father." She glanced at Alan quickly, and a mixed emotion quickly showed in her eyes.
Before Allen had time to explore, she was already floating ahead, leading the way for Allen.
In the long and narrow corridor on the second floor, Clark drifted forward quickly until she stood in front of a wooden door at the end of the corridor. The wooden door was facing a portrait. Allen looked at the portrait—it should be. Portrait of Clark family.
The painting is a family of three. On the left is Clark’s father, handsome and handsome, dressed in a robe, meticulous, and on the right is Clark’s mother, although she is wide and fat, but with good-looking brows-and between the two is dressed in red Skirt, Clark with a bright smile.
Although the times have changed, the harmony and warmth between the family of three are still conveyed through the portrait. Clark turned his head and glanced at Alan, and got directly into the portrait.
Allen reached out and took the round brass doorknob, twisted it slightly, and the door opened.
This is a graceful and luxurious room. Its layout retains the original shape when the owner was still living here. A fluffy carpet is placed in the center. On the left side of the room is a tall four-legged bed with four pillars on the bed. The ceiling and curtains fell to keep the contents of the bed airtight. A writing desk was placed on the right side of the house, and a huge French window faced the door of the house. Behind the French window was a large outdoor terrace.
"Here," Clark said.
Allen looked around. Obviously, there was no trace of a tiny room here. It was like a normal living room. He looked at Clark. Obviously, Clark didn't mean to guide him.
This may be a kind of test for Clark. Allen guessed that he did not let go of the slightest doubt and looked at this living room-the most eye-catching thing is naturally the bed that was tightly covered by the falling curtain. .
"Can I open it and take a look?" Allen pointed to the four-corner bed.
Clark nodded, with a sly look in his eyes, and Allen, who had not missed this point, couldn't help raising his vigilance.
He clenched his wand tightly, stepped forward steadily, and opened the curtain sideways-three rows of dolls and puppets were neatly arranged on the bed with lace.
Alan scanned the bed and suddenly found that the puppets were all facing him and staring at Alan's every move sullenly, as if they had a soul.
Alan, who was a little scared of the doll,’s heart beat violently, but after taking a deep breath, it gradually returned to normal frequency.
What a naughty little girl, no wonder Clark showed such a sly look before, but other than that, Alan found no abnormalities, and he lowered the curtain.
Afterwards, his gaze fell on the balcony behind the French windows inadvertently.
"Huh?" Allen rounded the corner bed and walked over.
Walking out of the huge French windows, Allen entered this semi-circular veranda, which was carved out of excellent marble and surrounded by white jade railings as a wide guardrail. He noticed that the guardrail surface of this veranda is very wide. , It is completely for an adult wizard to stand on it-and there are some signs of wear on the balcony guardrail, it seems that someone has indeed stood on it.
Why stand on the guardrail?
Allen walked to the edge of the terrace and looked out. The height seen from here is very exaggerated. The terrace is very high from the ground, much higher than the second floor of a normal building. If you accidentally fall, you may break your leg.
Clark also floated to the guardrail of the veranda, staring condescendingly at Allen~EbookFREE.me~The treasure room is here. "Allen said affirmatively, secretly, he watched Clark's expression intently.
"Yes, you are really a keen wizard." Clark praised.
After speaking, she turned and jumped out.
Allen rushed over and found that her figure suddenly disappeared in midair: "Could it be that this is the way to enter the secret room?"
Allen decisively jumped onto the guardrail and jumped out. Anyway, it was only the second floor. Even if he fell down, he could take measures in time and land safely if he was ready to exercise all year round.
In mid-air, Allen noticed that he seemed to have passed through an invisible door and jumped onto an invisible platform. He felt that the material of the platform under his feet was very hard, but when he looked around, he found himself standing in the air, like a bird. Generally, you have a panoramic view of the surroundings.
At the same time, he also noticed that several super huge boxes that did not exist in the air before appeared in front of Alan.
Clark was standing between these boxes. "This invisible chamber floating in the air was built by my father. He even used some methods to make it refract light on rainy days, so that it is not easy to be discovered." Clark said proudly.
"It's amazing! These designs are really imaginative." Allen praised the other side's brains from the bottom of his heart-set up the secret room for storing his belongings outside the building, and then used constant magic to create such an invisible wizard's secret room , What a genius design.
At this moment, two lines of blood-red runes appeared out of thin air: Anyone who coveted my treasure would die without a burial place. Clark's hand moved quickly, with words in his mouth, and the blood-red text disappeared.
"Now, these treasures are yours." Clark pointed to the big boxes and said to Allen.