Black Hearted Mage

There are two "back doors" in Rhodes Castle. One is public, where there are poisonous insects, snakes, monsters, and extremely dangerous magic circles. Anyone who enters will surely die.

Phyllis took Caesars to the secret "back door", where there was a disguised magic door that required the Frost Crown Badge to open.

"Kaisas, according to the tower's blueprints, this 'back door' is right inside. We just need to clear the weeds first!"

Phyllis led Caesar to a weed-covered area that looked like an abandoned cemetery, not far from the ruins of Rhodes Castle.

Phyllis took out a sharp dagger and cleared away the weeds and vines. A lot of white bones were exposed on the ground, which looked a bit scary.

"Phyllis, why are there so many remains here?"

"Most of them are fake bones, cast from molds by elven alchemists to scare off tomb robbers. There are also real bones inside, and there are many magic traps set here, which are magic traps of the dark element. Little one, you can enter if you approach the tombstone. Only when you enter can I leave. We will meet in the crater!"

The tombs of nobles on the Roland Continent all have a small stone house built on top, which is the gateway to the underground.

Caesars approached the tombstone embedded in the stone house. The Frost Crown emblem he wore emitted a faint glow, and the dirty tombstone also responded. The emerald green moss on it began to wither, and large chunks fell off, revealing the magic pattern array hidden underneath.

The pitch-black tombstone bore no words, only intricate magical patterns and arrays. The magic within the array began to flow slowly, and the over-a-foot-thick tombstone slowly opened outward, releasing a powerful blast of air. Both the stone house and the tombstone were camouflaged, constructed from black steel rock found deep within the earth.

The blast sent Caesars back a few steps, nearly falling to the ground. After stabilizing himself, he awkwardly dusted himself off and glanced awkwardly at Phyllis beside him.

Phyllis looked at Caesars and couldn't help but laugh. Her laughter was clear and melodious, like a silver bell. Seeing Phyllis's smile, Caesars couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. He knew that his behavior just now was a little funny, but in front of Phyllis, he didn't care.

"Kaisas, the air pressure in a closed environment is different from that outside, which is why air waves are generated. Go in quickly and take out everything inside. This is the last time the underground magic circle of Rhodes Castle will be activated!"

Caesars nodded and cautiously entered the small stone house. Before he could take in his surroundings, he noticed the heavy stone door behind him slowly closing. He hurriedly pulled out the moonstone from his waist, but the moment the stone door completely closed, the surroundings suddenly became incredibly bright.

Caesars quickly put away the moonstone and surveyed his surroundings. This place looked newly excavated; all the walls were spotless. The surface of the black steel rock, magically cut, was as smooth as a mirror. Ahead, a staircase extended downward, about four or five feet wide, also crafted from black steel.

Caesars ascended the steps without hesitation, descending step by step. The air here was slightly cool and dry. After climbing over a hundred steps, he finally reached flat ground. Before him appeared a straight passage that seemed to lead eastward.

From here, Kaisas clearly felt a weak fluctuation of magic power, which meant that the magic pattern array here had been activated. He was delighted and quickened his pace forward.

At the end of the passage, a metal door appeared. Intricate runes and patterns were carved into it, emitting a faint glow. When he ran to the front of the magic door, it seemed to sense his arrival and slowly opened on its own.

In the hall behind the door, a biting chill hit me, as if it could freeze my soul. The walls of the hall were covered with frost, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of ice chips. The whole space was filled with a cold atmosphere.

Caesars cautiously entered the hall, observing his surroundings with vigilance. This was the underground ruins of Rhodes Castle, the very place the magicians had sought to enter. And now, this mysterious place was facing a great crisis.

Kaisas walked into the hall, where a massive demonic beast was sealed within a block of blue ice, its magic array still unactivated. This demonic beast, with its jet-black scales, resembled a dark demon lizard, but its size far surpassed the former, reaching the size of a ground dragon.

If an outsider breaks in here, the magic pattern array will be activated immediately, and the magic beast will immediately break the seal and kill all intruders.

On the other side of the hall are the underground ruins of Rhodes Castle. The huge metal door stands there alone, as if telling the vicissitudes and weight of history.

Caesars slowly approached the gate, each step punctuated by unwavering determination. As he approached, a mechanical sound echoed, and the gate, as if sensing his presence, slowly opened automatically. Simultaneously, the magic lamp opposite lit up, emitting a soft glow that illuminated the path ahead.

After entering the main gate, a small, exquisite stone hall unfolds before you. Niches are meticulously carved into the surrounding walls, each one exceptionally delicate, as if bearing the mark of time. However, most of the niches are empty, creating a sense of loneliness. Only two still contain a few items, quietly awaiting the arrival of a destined visitor.

Caesars carefully examined the items, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The most striking item was a dark golden metal staff, its unique shape inspiring awe. This staff, a pure metal staff of death, exuded a majestic and mysterious aura. Its head was formed by three intertwined snakes, with a pitch-black magical gem embedded in its center, emitting a profound magical power. The shaft, somewhat uneven, was engraved with dense, silver magic patterns, adding to its mystique.

The end of this staff is very different, pointed, a bit like an elongated three-edged armor-piercing cone, and it seems to be engraved with magic patterns.

To one side stood three staffs, all crafted from precious dragon's bloodwood. While not as dazzling as the all-metal Death Staff, they were still rare treasures. Caesars carefully stored them in his storage ring, ready for future use. He then set his sights on the magical accessories and robes, also pocketing them without hesitation. These items would undoubtedly prove valuable aids in his future adventures, helping him better navigate the challenges ahead.

A half-inch thick magic book, covered in black leather, lay quietly beside the Death Staff. Caesars collected it as if it were a treasure; it was the spellbook left to him by his ancestors.

The Death Staff should be collected last, because once it is taken away, the self-destruction circle here will enter the countdown.

Kaisas walked quickly to the other side of the stone hall, where there was another magic door and the fire giant's collection was there. Although its collection was not good, there were quite a lot of storage rings.

The magic gate of the Black Steel Rock opened, and Caesars quickly collected the storage ring on the stone table. He heard a faint knocking sound and realized that the people from the three major magical forces might have found another way to dig a passage in the Black Steel Rock, bypassing the magic pattern array. Otherwise, there should be no knocking sound here.

Caesars put away the small stone table, resembling a red crystal. He searched carefully around it, not wanting to leave anything behind. After a long time, he found nothing unexpected. He stood before the Death Staff and stored it in his storage ring. The magic pattern array beneath his feet began to flow with magical power, and the teleportation array was about to be activated.

As the teleportation array erupted with dazzling magical light, Caesars once again felt a strong sense of dizziness. His body swayed, his balance unsteady, and he felt nauseous. This time, the dizziness lasted longer, for over a minute.

When he finally recovered, he found himself in a familiar place: the spacious and bright hall of the magic tower, with several portraits hanging on the walls and a dark statue at the side of the hall.

"Little guy, take out all your things. We will identify them for you and give you an estimate of their value!" An old voice came from behind.

Caesar turned around and saw three old elves appear in the hall. They were dressed in gorgeous robes, holding wands, and their eyes revealed wisdom and majesty. Caesar quickly took out the Death Staff and other items from his storage ring and handed them to them.

"What does geometry mean?" Caesars asked curiously.

The three old elves looked at each other and laughed. Crassus explained, "Geometry means how much. We will help you estimate the value of these items so that you can have a rough idea of ​​their value."

Caesars nodded, his heart filled with anticipation. He knew these items were extremely valuable, and if he could get a reasonable price for them, he would know how much the gift from his ancestors was worth in gold coins.

"This Death Staff is a priceless treasure. The runes on it aren't just ordinary magic patterns, but runes far more profound than magic patterns. You must keep it safe and slowly explore the magic and power it holds in the future. As for these three dragon bloodwood staffs, they're all made from the heartwood of dragon bloodwood trees, and each one is over three thousand years old. Each is conservatively estimated to be worth over one million gold coins!"

"Wow! It's so precious!" Young Caesar couldn't help but marvel at it. The three staffs together were worth three million gold coins. Only then did he realize the generosity of his ancestors.

"Of course. Dragon Blood Wood is a rare wood, and trees over three thousand years old are even rarer. Here are two fire-type staffs and one dark-type staff. Although they only have one type of magic pattern, they replicate six identical patterns. They are Flame Arrow, Exploding Fireball, and Shadow Arrow!"

Several staffs were returned to Caesar, and the three old elves picked up the magic accessories and examined them carefully.

"Both are protective bracelets. Simply place a magic crystal in the groove to create a Grand Mage-level magic shield. A magic crystal can only be activated three or four times. It's best to replace it with an elemental crystal, which can be used about twenty times. This protective bracelet has properties. The shield will have the same properties as the crystal added!"

"Great Elder Crassus, is this protective bracelet expensive?"

"It's expensive. Human magicians can't make it. The conservative estimate is two million gold coins. If this thing were to be auctioned, the price would probably at least double that!"

Caesar was shocked again. The magic wand and the protective bracelet were worth more than 10 million gold coins.

"No need to identify the spellbook, just put it away. Riven's spells are far more powerful than ours. There's no need to appraise the three magic robes either. They're all made of the leather of abyssal beasts, and both their physical and magical defense are top-notch. You can't buy them even with gold, and you wouldn't be willing to sell them!"

"Where did you get so many storage rings?"

Old Ethan opened a hide bag, which contained dozens of storage rings.

"It's the spoils of that tall flame man!"

Old Ethan couldn't help but frown. He certainly knew who the Flame Man was. The other two old elves smiled helplessly, as if they were already accustomed to this kind of situation. They skillfully took out the items from their storage rings and placed them neatly on the ground. A closer look revealed that these items were all equipment used by human magicians.

"Alas, it seems that the harvest this time is not as rich as we imagined." Old Ethan sighed.

"However, these equipment can be exchanged for a lot of gold coins." Crassus comforted.

"Well, although these wands, staffs, magic accessories, and magic robes are not very valuable, some of them are worth tens of thousands of gold coins. They can all be sold. What's important to note is that they must be sold one by one. Never sell them all at once, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble. Also, it's best to remove the emblems on them. You can scrape them off with a knife." The old elf Destro added.

After saying this, Destro pointed to a tiny mark on the staff and told Caesar that it was the emblem of the Magic Guild. If it was not removed, the other party would easily discover that he had gone to the underground of Rhodes Castle.

"Storage rings are easy to sell. Human nobles will rush to buy them, usually for 50,000 to 100,000 gold coins each. Boy, you've made a fortune this time!"

Crassus returned all the things to Caesar, who was grinning and putting the storage ring into the animal skin pocket, looking like a little money-grubber.

Kaisas returned to his residence and opened the magic book impatiently. It contained more than a dozen dark spells, seven or eight curse spells, several super magic techniques, and spellcasting techniques.

Caesars was completely immersed in it, and at this moment he forgot everything.