My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

The attention from Luhua on Noita's diary has not disappeared yet.

The phantom choked, but it would be embarrassing to give up like that. She asked again, "Why a dog and not a cat?"

"Because cats are difficult to tame and are very stupid. Let's not talk about that. If you don't want to challenge me, then hand over your collection of rare items. Time is precious."

"Humph."

The look in the phantom demon's eyes changed. After weighing the pros and cons, he gave up.

"Come this way. The princess has prepared a special room for her collection of rare treasures."

Chapter 135: Sky Platinum Stone

Qingyu followed the servants of the city-state lord to an empty temple. The face of the statue that was originally enshrined there could no longer be seen. The priests of Attica had been waiting for her for a long time.

The priest stood at the door of the temple and looked at Qingyu coldly. The priest did not need to please anyone except the gods, and he also held power, so he could be rude to all visitors.

On the pillar behind the priest was placed a small pottery jar with a maze and bull horns painted on its surface.

The maze is bright red and has sharp horns. At first glance, it looks like an ancient monster is about to rush out of the maze and devour everyone.

This clay pot, which looks very dangerous at first glance, is what the priest and Qingyu are going to trade.

The priest moved aside so Qingyu could clearly see the clay pots placed in the temple. "You kept your promise and brought enough supplies. This is what you asked for."

This was undoubtedly a very dangerous thing, but the priests did not know where the danger of this pottery jar came from. There was no record of it in the classics, and there was no place for it in the oral chronicles.

Perhaps it had been found in quicksand, or perhaps it was a secret weapon brought by a foreigner... In short, its possible origins were so numerous that the priests were unwilling to investigate. There were countless items like this in Attica; this was simply a particularly dangerous one.

It was just one of the dangerous goods in the hands of the priests. In their transactions with many foreigners, the priests gave away a lot of dangerous goods, including this one.

This temple has also been used as a trading venue countless times.

This is just an ordinary transaction.

Qingyu saluted and said, "Excuse me, the supplies have been delivered. We are now even."

“…” The priest nodded indifferently and passed by the foreigner, leaving the remaining space and time for the sun and rain.

Qingyu raised the corners of her lips and walked into the temple.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when I stepped into the temple, the atmosphere around me suddenly became gloomy. The light didn’t change, but I felt psychologically that the environment had changed.

Qingyu turned a blind eye to this.

Spiritual objects or living tissues can influence magic, creating a field that affects nearby living creatures, causing them to instinctively repel or desire to approach that area.

Qingyu, who had studied a large number of magical beasts, naturally knew this kind of influence. She approached the pottery jar, held it in her hands, and carefully deciphered the maze pattern on the surface.

The bright red maze is connected together like a circular loop, creating a perpetual prison.

There is a stone tablet in the maze with a piece of figurative text engraved on it. The meaning is self-evident just by looking at it, without any need to analyze it.

"Imprisoned here is a grotesque being that should not exist in this world. It has been stripped to the point of being stripped of everything, unable to rise again in absolute loss..."

There were ripples in Qingyu's eyes. She turned the pottery jar around, revealing the back of the stone tablet painted in the maze.

"If the grotesque thing unfortunately escapes, it can be suppressed and sealed again using the following methods. Radiance is its natural enemy; the light from illumination will make it flee in fear; the devastating blows of thunder and forging can save the creatures that are being corroded; invoke the song of nature; the song conveyed by the shadows will tell us the spell of protection..."

The other side of the stone tablet is the method of restraint.

During her last visit, Qingyu discovered this pottery jar among the rare objects collected by the priest. The expertise and knowledge she had cultivated over the years told her that this object was extraordinary and contained a powerful creature.

Out of consideration for her own benefit, she proposed a deal with the priests of Attica to purchase the item.

Now, the warning on the maze stone tablet confirms Qingyu's thoughts.

Should I turn it on? That is the question.

……

Princess Attica's room is filled with rare objects from different sources, including offerings from believers and taxes paid by traveling merchants.

There are three stone shelves in total, each shelf is divided into three layers, each layer has four grids, and each grid has one or a pair of rare objects placed on it.

If you count carefully, there are a total of thirty-six strange objects.

Noita ran her fingertips over the stone shelf, judging the preciousness of the artifact based on the analysis in the log.

There are quite a few rare and exotic items among them, but there are even more that are gaudy and useless except for their beauty.

The most precious treasure is undoubtedly a transparent sky platinum stone.

Legend has it that Skystone is the flint fire that erupted when the Forging God forged his power. It cooled and solidified in the secular world, forming a myriad of unique gemstones. Each Skystone possesses a unique ability, and those familiar with it can identify its abilities based on the differences in color and shape.

Noita happens to be among those who are familiar with it.

This transparent sky platinum stone allows the user to sustain life without food and water. When activated with magic power, it can clear away external influences and prevent the user from being possessed by evil.

If the phantom demon knew Jinghai's metal skills, he could channel the excess light in his skull into the Tianbo Stone, greatly extending his lifespan.

Unfortunately, she didn't know how, and could only use rough guidance to allow the Tianbo Stone to slowly absorb some of the spiritual glow.

Noita ran her fingertips across the sky platinum stone, picked it out, and threw it to the phantom demon.

She said in a commanding tone, "Wear it properly. When you have nothing to do, try channeling your excess energy into the Sky Platinum Stone. This will probably extend your lifespan by a few months."

The phantom demon's eyes lit up and he grasped the Tianbo Stone.

This doubled life expectancy.

She gripped the Sky Platinum Stone tightly, still unsatisfied, and asked, "Can't this be solved once and for all?"

"If all goes well, it will be enough time for you to reach the deep dream."

"What if it doesn't go well?"

Noita said heartlessly: "Just die."

The corner of the phantom demon's mouth twitched.

She really didn't want to die. She still had the cause and effect of the illusion to resolve. At least she should wait until she had resolved all the cause and effect before welcoming the end.

Gazing at the phantom demon's subtle expression, Noita put all the strange objects on the stone shelf into the dimensional bag while explaining, "The God's Dream is similar to the Void Realm, only distinguished by depth and height. Directions like up, down, left, and right are inaccurate and changeable. The Heavy Secret Realm is located in the Deep Dream Realm, but losing height also symbolizes losing life. If you want to reach the Deep Dream Realm quickly, all you need to do is lose height."

Noita spoke the final conclusion in a cold tone: "You only need to be close to death, stripped to the point of having nothing to strip, to fall into the deep dream and face the wrath of the ever-angry god."

As for whether it can fall into "Attica", Noita is optimistic about this, because the attraction of mysticism will pull the phantom into Attica. If it is not pulled in, it is not Noita's business.

This was the knowledge the game text told her. If anything unexpected happened, she would have to deal with the text, and it had nothing to do with her.

In his previous life, Noita's trumpet had traveled back and forth to Attica countless times, and he had never seen a player fall into the Deep Dream with low health. However, there were indeed NPCs who used similar rituals to reach the Deep Dream, but because of the lack of protection, they faced Typhon's wrath and became a warning case.

Later, Noita, who had collected all the rare objects, walked out of the collection room.

At the door, she said to the phantom demon, "I've already told you the method. The choice is entirely up to you. By the way, the caravan will depart in three days. Don't forget to come."

After Noita left, the collection room was empty, leaving Phantom Demon deep in thought.

But soon she didn't have to think about it anymore, because she thought about Noita's words and found that the meaning was clearly that she should accompany Noita and go with the convoy.

She was not given any choice at all.

The phantom demon bared his teeth and walked out of the collection room. When he closed the door, he saw that the collection room was cleaner than a granary, and his face twitched subconsciously. It was really a thorough cleanup by the thieves.

Fortunately, the boss still had a conscience and left a piece of Tianbo stone for himself.

After closing the door, the Phantom Demon carefully held the Tianbo Stone between his fingertips. This gem, which was related to the life span of the Phantom Demon, was transparent throughout, emitting a bright and dreamy color. The vast spiritual light was entangled and disappeared in a space less than the size of a finger, like a thin mist that lightly covered time, making it difficult to see what was inside.

When pinching the Tianbo Stone, the light that was dancing between the layers of illusions was slightly deflected, and strands of glow were attracted by it, flowing into the gem and merging into the light.

It did work, sharing the phantom's slight pain, insignificant, but effective.

This piece of Tianbo Stone needs to be kept well, preferably hidden deep in the illusion so that it can absorb the excessive light over the largest area.

Thinking about the storage location in his mind, the phantom demon suddenly laughed. The face of Princess Attica was as charming as spring, just like a garden full of flowers, so beautiful.

In a flash of inspiration, she thought of a perfect location to hide the treasure.

Immediately, the phantom demon opened its mouth and swallowed the Sky Platinum Stone silently. From then on, no one could steal it anymore.

Murder No. 136

The yellow sand was rolling, and Noita quietly returned to the caravan base.

The mercenaries set up temporary tents, and the spellcasters and scholars who mastered magic conjured up bungalows out of thin air that were a bit simple but fully met the living needs.

Because of her special status, Noita was assigned a room. She sat on the steps at the door of the room and watched the mercenaries set up defensive alarms and guard traps.

Most of the students had gone to the oasis to pursue their research projects and resume their put-back interviews, leaving the base relatively empty except for the mercenaries. In fact, even the mercenaries had mostly gone to Attica City to try to find bargains or relax in the entertainment venues.

The warm sunshine made people feel lazy. Noita lazily took out the slate and continued the unfinished interpretation work.

The logbook was like a universal dictionary; simply by identifying the logical commonalities within the shamanic language, one could quickly decipher the meaning of each word. Thanks to the logbook's help, Noita's deciphering process proceeded smoothly, and he had already deciphered a quarter of the stone tablet.

The speed of interpretation will increase as her vocabulary increases. Ideally, in just one year, she will be able to fully master the Shaman language and understand the text on the stone tablet.

The earth is illuminated by a constant, bright light, and there is no distinction between day and night. The residents of Attica are accustomed to this. They have their own way of distinguishing time and know when to work and when to rest.

At this point, foreigners can only judge time based on their degree of fatigue.

Noita devoted himself to studying, waiting for the convoy to set sail again.

So the mercenaries saw a girl in explorer's clothes often sitting on the top of the house where the base was located. She always studied a stone slab, oblivious to what was happening outside the window, and only came out of her own world when eating.

Occasionally, returning students would bring some local specialties to Noita, such as grilled scorpions and fried snake meat.

Of course, Noita accepts everyone who comes.

She was not worried about someone with ulterior motives poisoning her food. Not to mention what point would poisoning her, her perfect physique alone could digest most food. Even if she ate stones, she could still absorb nutrients from it.

Moreover, sharing food is a sign of acceptance, which represents the friendly attitude of the students.

After all, they did not view Noita with hostility.

Two days passed in such an uneventful manner.

Just after four rests, when everything was completed and people were about to set sail again, something strange happened.

During the roll call, the team leader discovered that one of the students was missing. He could not find any trace of him and received no response even when he called out to him using magic.

"Where is A Luo?" The team leader asked the students who were familiar with A Luo and asked them to call A Luo over.

The student said uncertainly, "He went out to play with the mercenaries. We don't know where he is."

"Go ask the mercenaries to call the people over."

The student ran to find the mercenary captain and questioned the mercenaries who had been with A'Luo last. He finally came to a somewhat absurd conclusion: "He's probably still in the brothel. We went to the casino earlier, and A'Luo won some money, so he went with us to have some fun. He's probably still drunk and hasn't woken up yet."

The students looked at each other in bewilderment, and the team leader had a gloomy face, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Ridiculous! This is outrageous! Call him over here!"

Several familiar students whispered, "A Luo is going to be in big trouble."

"The Mantle Mentor hates it most when people mess up their work due to having fun."

"A Luo's subsidy for this month will probably be cancelled."

The mercenaries hurried to call A Luo. They did not want to face the anger of their employer, so they could only mourn for the student in their hearts.

Although he was very generous with his money, they couldn't hide this fact.

After a while, the mercenary found the brothel where A Luo was staying and rushed into the room, but there was no trace of A Luo.

"What about people?"

The mercenary went to the boss to ask where the people had gone. The boss had sweat on his forehead. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and spoke unclearly, unable to explain clearly where the people had gone.

This nervous and worried look made the mercenary think "not good", and forced the boss to tell the truth.

The sword was at the boss's neck, but his lips were pale and he could only repeat over and over again: "The guests have gone out."

He didn't know where he went.

Of course the mercenaries didn't believe his lies. Seeing that they couldn't get any information out of him, they forcibly searched the brothel to find the person. Before they had searched for long, one of the mercenaries made a discovery in the backyard.

Mercenaries rushed over and saw a half-dug pit and two sacks tied up with ropes.

This scene naturally touched their imagination, and a murder and burial situation drama suddenly emerged in their minds.

The mercenary stepped forward, pushed away the servant who was digging the pit without saying a word, untied the sack, and was shocked to see the pale A Luo. He had no pulse or heartbeat, and had been dead for a long time.

Finished!