Suddenly, Velin remembered that a large pile of treasures was still stored inside the Druid's Book. He immediately summoned it onto his left hand.
Under O'dor's bewildered gaze, he poured out floor tiles, weapons, armor, and a shattered gate.
"Lord, why is this?"
"Sir O'dor, can you tell how long these things have existed?" Rather than directly explaining the origins of these items, Velin wanted O'dor, a Magic Craftsman, to take a guess.
Seeing this, O'dor moved his mind, and a longsword floated up and stopped before him.
He caught it in his hand and carefully examined its forging techniques, unable to hold back his praise.
"It has at least ten thousand years of history, but no more than fifteen thousand." After a long while, O'dor gave an approximate range.
Velin shook his head and held up four fingers.
"Forty thousand years? How is that possible? Even if these weapons contain forty percent Mithril, they shouldn't have survived for so long without corroding." O'dor looked utterly stunned, finding it unbelievable.
"I picked them up. Impressive, right?"
Seeing Velin's smug expression, O'dor nodded in agreement. "It truly is impressive. I doubt many people can pick up 'money' just by walking around like you, Lord."
Velin felt there was something behind O'dor's words.
"It's getting late. I'll head back and study these properly. We can chat another day." With lightning speed, O'dor stored the enormous pile of items in his Spatial Ring and vanished from Velin's sight.
Velin looked up at the sky. The sun had only reached the middle of its journey.
"What a research fanatic. I don't think I'll ever understand that kind of mindset or behavior in my life."
Turning his gaze back to the massive creature beside him, Velin saw Kyle take out the Corrupt Thriving Staff he