Half-elf Notebook

As if he had anticipated this situation, Rick did not show any disappointment or surprise and walked straight into the storage room.

The storage room consists of a main hall that is ten meters long and eight meters wide, and four normal-sized side rooms.

Every inch of the floor is covered with carpets of good quality, allowing visitors to compare the value of the storage here with that of other storage rooms at a glance.

However, at this moment, no one knows what was once stored here and how much it is worth.

There were overturned chests, spilled carpets, blackened straw, insect repellent spices, and empty weapon racks.

There was nothing else in the room.

The side room has a standard exquisite door.

It has no security function, so there is no obvious damage.

Rick lightly grasped the door handle, pushed it down, and pushed the door open.

In the silent darkness, he half-knelt down, reached out and grabbed a corner accurately.

With a pull and a lift, a small rectangular carpet was pulled out from the carpet in the room.

This was the secret room he had discovered three years ago, which had not been looted by orcs.

There are more than a dozen rooms like this in the fortress.

In addition to the fortress commander, Count Oberm Norman and several royal colonels and major generals of the fortress, each of them held their secondary keys.

Rick, who once held an important position here, has the location information and keys of two of the rooms.

One he had explored, and the military supplies stored there had disappeared.

The scene was unexpectedly clean, even the boxes and cabinets were closed again after the items were taken out.

It is estimated that the master key was taken away by the Norman Earl during the evacuation, or by his subordinate warriors or assassins who came to search for it afterwards.

The other one is here.

Anyway, I wasn't the first one to take away the kingdom's property...

With an indescribable feeling, like desolation and self-mockery, Rick said silently in his heart.

In the years before he lost his wife and children, he had been addicted to gambling, self-degradation, and alcoholism...

He had sneaked into this fortress city that looked like a ruin more than once to steal military supplies and resell them...

Now that it happens once more, he won’t feel anything special.

The kingdom has never compensated the soldiers and civilians who suffered in that disaster, nor can it compensate...

Rick took out a thin dagger tied with a rope to prevent making any noise from the chest hanging inside his coat.

Insert the dagger into a broken brick and move it to the side.

The bricks immediately stood up.

After removing the stone brick, an irregular hole one inch deep appeared in Rick's perception.

Or maybe Rick had already sensed the existence of the keyhole and pried the brick open.

Then he put down the dagger and once again took out a scroll.

Somewhat distressed, I activated the magic above.

The market price of a fourth-level magic scroll is not measured in silver.

Especially the "sound isolation" spell, which is extremely popular in the underground market.

It often costs eight to nine gold coins per roll.

So far, this is the third volume of the fourth-level magic scroll.

It is equivalent to burning more than twenty gold coins.

For an ordinary person, this would be a huge sum of money that would make one's hands tremble.

Rick couldn't help but sigh:

"This is much quicker than finding a lady to spend a wonderful night with."

But in order to avoid the exciting situation where he is scratching the treasure below while the enemy is blocking the door above.

He had to do it.

The monster leather used as fuel burned into black ash, and magic blocked the entire side room.

Turn the key.

Rick then changed back to the dagger and pried out the second brick from the keyhole three rows above it.

There was a click, followed by a dull thud.

With one hand, he lifted the metal cover which required the combined strength of several strong warriors and was covered with alchemical cement bricks and was three centimeters thick.

The other bricks and stones that were used as leverage in the concave holes fell down, making another loud noise.

When the cover was raised to a height high enough for one person to enter, a dark and deep corridor appeared in front of him.

Rick did not choose to go down immediately, but retracted the dagger and rarely took out a lantern stored in the space ring.

Remove the glass cover and light it with a metal lighter powered by magic ore.

As he went down step by step, the hazy orange-yellow firelight dispelled the dark and gloomy darkness around him.

The tunnel was built near the center of the fortress and was not affected by rain.

Ten years later, it is still very dry.

The stone stairs were only more than ten meters long, and Rick soon arrived at the underground space.

The underground space is similar in size to the ancillary rooms on the upper floor, about one-fourth the size of the main hall.

But there are far fewer objects stored.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a one-meter-high all-steel box, which contains eight racks for weapons of various shapes, as well as two long tables and several exquisite boxes on them.

Place the lantern on the long table that is closest to the steel box and where the light will not be blocked.

Rick pushed open the lid of the box.

Inside were rolls of scrolls stacked together, almost overflowing the box, which was quite spectacular.

The mere act of opening the lid nearly caused several rolls on the edge to roll off the steep slope and onto the ground.

Judging from the size of the scrolls, there are at least over a hundred in the box!

"We have the quantity, let me see the quality."

Rick picked up a roll at random.

When he was in office, he was only a colonel and had no right to know the contents of these military supplies that were so valuable that they needed to be stored separately.

Of course not interested.

After all, he still had a high and stable salary at that time.

As the animal skin slowly unfolded, the seemingly messy and complicated, but actually extremely profound magic array and runes came into his eyes.

The letters and lines almost fit together, and they are separated by a solid structure at every turn.

It doesn't look like it was drawn by a human, but rather like the work of one of the new popular typewriters in the kingdom.

Compared with the fourth-level magic scroll, its complexity is several times more than the former.

When the animal skin was completely spread out, a sentence written in the common language of mankind appeared at the end of the scroll, like a note, or like the end of a magic chant.

"Freeze."

Sixth-level elemental magic "Freeze".

The black market price of this one alone is over one hundred and fifty gold coins.

The premise is that it is very likely that the product will be out of stock throughout the year.

Rick took the time to squat down, open and roll up the pages one by one, and check the harvest.

It was not until there were four or five volumes on the table and he had selected powerful magic scrolls that he stopped wasting time and flipping through the books without any intention.

After replacing the scroll in the secret pocket of the special coat with a new one.

Rick then reached his hand over the box.

The ring lit up, like the best magician performing a vanishing trick.

In the blink of an eye, there were only a little over ten pieces left in the full treasure chest.

Moreover, unlike the sixth-level scroll that is filled with magical power, even ordinary people can distinguish its extraordinaryness with the naked eye.

What remains is like a leather jacket that has not been washed in years, all dark and cracked.

Obviously, not everything can remain unchanged over time.

Especially magical artifacts whose nature is inherently unstable.