Chapter 1872: Zhen Mausoleum

The demolition work went smoothly. At the end of the project, someone found a hidden compartment at the bottom of the elevated platform.
Master Dewey warned everyone not to act rashly. He took me on board the magic airship and asked Felid Alexander about the secret.
Alexander expressed regret that he was helpless. He told Master Dewey that the mausoleum was built after his death and he knew nothing about the layout of the tomb.
To no avail, we had to return to the tomb again.
On the way, the two of us started a discussion about whether to enable the secret grid.
Master Dewey said that it is important to keep everything safe. There may be rare treasures hidden in the secret grid, or it may be just a trap.
Right now, the coffin, the fine gold, and the mithril high platform have all been sent to the magic airship. Now that you have tasted the sweetness, don't covet this little bit of blessing.
Facing Master Dewey's attitude of seeking stability, I did not agree, but put forward the opposite opinion.
I think that since Master Dewey can start from scratch and create the strongest business empire in the Hefeng Continent, he must naturally know the principle of ‘seeking wealth and wealth and risk’.
In fact, the robbing of tombs is no different from doing business. They are all concentrated in the word ‘risk’.
The more likely it is a dangerous place, the greater the chance of obtaining rare treasures.
Although the possibility of hiding malicious organs in the secret compartment is not ruled out, it is also half possible. The hidden traps are not organ traps, but rare treasures.
It may even be more valuable than all the treasures in the entire tomb.
Because of this possibility, I decided to take a gamble.
Master Dewey's expression is still very serious. He still disagrees with my ideas, but he agrees with the view of ‘seeking wealth and wealth and danger’.
In order to verify my guess, he decided to sacrifice a part of the staff to replace me and open the secret compartment.
I oppose Master Dewey's practice of treating unrelated staff as abandoned children and using their lives to save my life. I believe that life is equal. Since this proposal was proposed by me, it should be implemented by me personally.
Master Dewey rejected my objection mercilessly, and he solemnly reprimanded me, saying: "This is their job, not a place for you to perform, and you have no right to their qualifications to contribute to the country!"
His tone is extremely harsh, and I feel ashamed of it.
Indeed, giving to the country is a supreme glory for goblins and dwarves, and I really shouldn’t deprive them of this right because I can’t bear it.
But thinking about it from another aspect, this is also a conspiracy of Master Dewey. He used the spirit of "dedicating to the country". On the one hand, he encouraged the staff to face up to difficulties despite the difficulties and dangers, and on the other hand, he made my proposer grandiose. Excluding them from the risk-related groups neither leaves them a word, but also makes them willing.
After all, this is an honor, and I was excluded by ‘relentless’.
After listening to Master Dewey's reprimand to me, the staff became more motivated, and quickly measured the approximate specifications of the hidden grid, and then began to excavate.
Their movements were steady, but not slow. It took less than two hours to cut the floor tiles into a half-meter square.
Afterwards, I didn't understand how they were tinkering, and they cut out a layer of brick with a thickness of one centimeter.
Then using the same technique, two three-millimeter-thick bricks were cut off, and the hidden grid appeared in front of us.
At first glance, this is just an ordinary hidden grid, without any hidden weapons, only a sheepskin scroll.
I pushed aside the staff, squatted down beside the secret grid, and reached out to grab the sheepskin roll.
Master Dewey reminded from the side: "Once anything happens, leave the parchment alone, it's important to save your life!"
I said ‘um’ and carefully dropped my right hand.
I pressed the sheepskin roll first, and then clamped the sheepskin roll with two fingers, and clamped it up with a slight force. After confirming that there was no mechanism, I took it out with confidence.
After taking the sheepskin roll, there was nothing in the secret compartment.
The sheepskin roll was handed over to the staff wearing gloves to appraise the poison and confirmed that it was non-toxic and harmless, then took it back and unfolded it carefully.
On this seemingly rough texture of the sheepskin scroll, a pair of exquisite and delicate pictures is shown before our eyes.
But this is neither a character map nor a landscape painting, but a map.
"Map?" I read it over and over again, but I didn't find any clues.
Master Dewey took the sheepskin scroll from me and studied it carefully for a while. Like me, he didn't find any clues.
We both looked at me, and when I looked at you, we both looked dumbfounded.
"It's better to go back and ask the professionals," I suggested: "Perhaps we are studying here for a whole day and it is not as thorough as someone's looking at it for a minute."
Master Dewey agreed with my proposal.
After that, we went around the tomb again, and after making sure that there were no more rare treasures, the group huffed and left.
After going out of the tomb, I suggest that Master Dewey immediately take the magic airship to leave here. Anyway, this is the territory of Dasai City after all. In case they are seen by the orc king, they can't even give them some spoils.
Master Dewey made a decision and felt that what I was talking about was reasonable, and immediately led the crowd to leave the territory of Dasai City and went straight to Fort Witch.
After the magic airship disappeared in the sky, the call crystal rang and it was Master Dewey.
I said to my heart that this has just been parting, does his old man miss me?
As soon as I picked it up, I was buzzed by Master Dewey's surprise shout: "Xiaoyi, I just asked, this is not an ordinary map, but a road map!"
"Oh, is it" I said calmly: "So, which route does it record?"
"It's also my mausoleum." A familiar and pleasant voice sounded. It was Philade Alexander. He said solemnly: "It's the mausoleum that houses my real body."
"Oh yo~" I felt happy immediately: "It turned out to be the tomb where the real body was placed~"
"I know what you are thinking" Alexander said helplessly: "You can take away the contents as long as you don't touch my body."
"Huh?" I teased: "I thought you had already looked away, but you still care about your body~"
"That is the body I used to be after all" Alexander said more helplessly: "If I can, I still hope it can be kept properly."
"Okay, I'm not kidding you," I said solemnly: "Don't worry, I won't move your body. I can contact the Fairy Queen to protect your tomb."
"Thank you" Alexander said sincerely: "As a thank you, as I just said, you can take away anything in the mausoleum as reward, but only one piece."
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