Lin Mo followed the sound over. In the firelight, he could vaguely make out a dark-gray treasure chest covered in dust.
At the opening of the chest, a red beast-shaped mark was slowly fading away...
Evan tried to open the chest, but it was as if it had been locked. It would not budge an inch.
Only when the red mark vanished completely did the chest suddenly open, sending Evan, who had used too much force, falling on his backside.
It seemed that the mark might represent the monsters in this secret chamber? Only when the monsters were dead could the treasure chest be opened.
Lin Mo nodded thoughtfully and looked inside the chest.
Inside the small chest, fifty Silver Coins were neatly arranged, along with two rather plain-looking daggers.
After testing it and confirming there was no danger, Lin Mo took a Silver Coin from the box and brought it closer for a look. Sure enough, the patterns on this Silver Coin were different from the ones he had seen before.
"This is currency from another world."
Bern weighed the Silver Coin in his hand. "Its weight is about the same as the common Silver Coins issued on the continent. If we bring it back to the Adventurer's Guild, it can be exchanged for common Silver Coins at the same rate."
Compared with that, Lin Mo was more curious about who exactly had built the dungeon, and who had placed these treasure chests inside it.
"The reasons dungeons form... that is also one of the topics scholars in the relevant fields are passionate about researching. At present, there are many different theories, but several mainstream conjectures have basically gained the recognition of most schools of thought."
The widely experienced Bern was like an encyclopedia. After Lin Mo raised his