Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

"Mr. Marknik, the portal to the 90th floor must be behind this seal. If it's you, you should be able to break it."

With his eyes, Fulesman hinted to his companions not to tell anyone that the seal here was similar to the seal in the maze.

He planned to use this to test Marknik.

If Marknik didn't recognize the seal at all, it meant he was lying.

Marknik looked at the seal and felt it was very unfamiliar. He had never seen anything like it before. He said casually, "I can..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized something and quickly closed his mouth.

Most of the seals along the way were broken by Fulesman.

But he didn't intend to take action on this seal, and instead pushed it onto himself.

Marknik shifted his attention to the Nameless Guild.

Fulesman's expression was very natural, without a single flaw.

"What's wrong Mr. Marknick, this shouldn't be too difficult for you."

Marknick was speechless. Out of the corner of his eye, Pat, who was standing behind the five people, shook his head slightly at him.

He instantly understood the true meaning.

"I recognize this seal."

Looking at Marknick's confident look, Flesman was puzzled, but his expression did not fluctuate much.

"Of course, Mr. Marknik. To be honest, I can't do anything about this seal. So whether we can enter the Lord's Floor and get the magic sword depends entirely on you, Mr. Marknik."

As a swordsman, Marknik is not proficient in the application of magic theory.

He had to rely on brute force to break through ordinary magic barriers, not to mention this strange seal that even a disaster-level magician would be afraid of.

Marknik paced back and forth, seemingly observing the patterns on the sealing barrier, but in fact he was trying to find a way to smooth things over.

He didn't understand the peculiarity of the seal, nor did he know what exactly Flesman was up to.

"This seal does look familiar."

Just when Marknik was ambiguous, a member of the Nameless Guild named Pat suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Marknik must be familiar with this seal. After all, the seal in the Great Labyrinth Kataklin is this kind of seal."

Pat's timely reminder made Marknick suddenly realize.

I understood what Flossman was trying to do in an instant.

"Of course, I have unlocked this seal before. I discovered it when I first saw it just now."

Flesman's expression turned cold, but he did not look back at Pat who had "tipped off" Marknik.

Sosk also didn't say anything, nor did he do anything to Pat. Instead, he walked to the wall and sat down.

He fumbled to take out a whetstone from his bag and began to sharpen his sword.

It was as if waiting for Marknik to unlock the seal and prepare for the battle with the lord of the 90th floor.

"So he was testing me. I almost fell for it..." Marknick muttered to himself.

But the sudden appearance of this strange seal meant that they could not enter the 90th floor.

He couldn't break the seal, and it was only a matter of time before his lies were exposed.

This means that the matter of the magic sword has fallen through.

No matter how unwilling Marknik was, it was of no avail.

Now we can only delay time as much as possible and hope that the other two purposes of this trip can be achieved.

First, Archbishop Michael’s mission is to hold back the Nameless Guild and ensure that the Holy Kingdom has all the advantages in the negotiations with the northern nations.

Marknik also knew that at this time in the Holy Kingdom, hundreds of thousands of paladins were trapped in no-man's land, and the available military force was greatly reduced.

The fact that the Holy Kingdom was willing to send troops to seize the mineral veins within the territories of the northern countries was different from the national war between the Kingdom of Firris and the northern countries. It was the Holy Kingdom taking advantage of its power to bully others and was undoubtedly in the wrong.

Therefore, the Archbishop's goal was to obtain the mineral veins through negotiations, not that he really wanted to start a war.

If Flesman and Sosk knew about this, they would definitely stand up and speak for the northern countries.

This will inevitably have an impact on the outcome of the negotiations.

Second, find out the whereabouts of [Blood Eye] from the [Nameless] Guild.

Because of this treasure, two sword masters of the time died one after another, one of whom was Marknik's father.

More than 20 years ago, [Blood Eye] disappeared in the abyss canyon where the [Great Labyrinth Kataklin] was located.

At that time, this second largest maze in the world had just appeared and had not yet been explored.

Marknick and his father were not good at exploring mazes, and they searched for years without success.

And [Blood Eyes] did not appear again afterwards.

So the father and son concluded that the treasure must still be in the maze.

The [Nameless] Guild is currently the guild in the world that has explored the maze to the highest level.

Marknik believed that the [Blood Eye] was most likely in the hands of the [Nameless] Guild, and most likely in Sosk's possession.

He didn't think a blind man could become a sword master.

Marknik knew that the fact that he had used the Nameless Guild could no longer be concealed, and that a war was bound to happen between them.

By that time, the whereabouts of [Blood Eye] will naturally become clear.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you just because you have two Level 6s?" He muttered to himself, seeming to be confident about the upcoming battle.

After that, Marknik began to pretend in front of the seal.

Pretend to try to crack it, but actually delay time.

Naturally, Flesman could see his purpose and urged, "Mr. Marknick, so much time has passed, and the seal has not been moved at all."

Marknick calmly explained, "President Flesman may not know that this seal is changing all the time. We cannot rashly try to crack it. We must study it slowly."

Sosk on the side sneered and said nothing, obviously unwilling to believe what Marknik said.

But he did not interrupt Marknik.

Although Flesman had his doubts in his heart, this was his only hope after all.

Even now, he still expected Marknik to be able to unlock the seal in front of him.

This was true for Flesman, Sosk, and other members of the guild.

Only in this way can they hope to explore the deepest level of the Great Labyrinth Kataklin in their lifetime.

Time passed quickly, and during this period, members of the Nameless Guild urged Marknik more than once, but he never took action.

It wasn't until the 89th floor where they were that several new faces appeared.

"I didn't expect that you could actually chase us here. What's the name of the Second Prince? Cassius, right?" Marknick was also a little surprised.

"Give me back my teacher's magic sword!" Cassius faced Marknik's team with neither servility nor overbearing.

"You must also publicly apologize to my second brother after leaving the dungeon!" Shana doesn't have as good a temper as Cassius, and just getting the magic sword back is not enough.

If something is stolen, it is only natural to return it to the original owner, and an apology is essential.

Marknick looked at Cassius and Shana's current team, which was more than twice as large as when they met last time.

In addition to the original crew, there are a large number of new magicians, and all of them are LV5, qualitative change level magicians.

"There are quite a few people. These people look unfamiliar. Are they the helpers that His Highness has found?"

After carefully observing the armbands of those magicians, Marknick learned the identities of the helpers Cassius had found.

"A-level guild [Magician], it turns out that His Highness Cassius has bribed all three teams of the famous [Fruit Wine]."