835: The So-Called Treasure

The lid of the Wooden Box was pried open again, revealing oilcloth coated in rust inhibitor oil. A rich buttery smell immediately filled the air.

Great Mage Greimus wore a grave expression. He did not rush to lift the oilcloth, instead trying to find some special markings on the Wooden Box. He even lowered his head and sniffed the Linen Oilcloth before saying to Roy:

"It should have come from the Dwarven Kingdom. Only Stans Dwarves liked using whale oil as rust inhibitor oil. I've smelled this scent on many magic devices."

Roy said nothing.

As Great Mage Greimus lifted the oilcloth, the dark golden patterns on the cylindrical barrel made him hold his breath once more.

He pulled back the oilcloth until he saw the pitch-black opening, then began searching for the Gemstone Base...

His hand kept stroking the patterns on the metal barrel as he muttered, "This is the body of a CX-II Magic Cannon, a representative work of Hex Technology from Goblin Civilization. Back then, the goblins used Magic Cannons to blast open the gates of countless kingdoms."

Following Grems's gaze, Roy also saw the line of writing engraved on the barrel.

"It really is a Magic Cannon! Grems, do you know how to use one?" Roy took the opportunity to ask.

Great Mage Greimus's expression became complicated. He pressed one hand against the cannon body, feeling its coldness, then suddenly said:

"These Magic Cannons are simple to operate. But before I tell you how to use them, I want to ask you a question."

"Then ask," Roy said.

Great Mage Greimus turned and stared into Roy's eyes.

"Roy, once you possess these Magic Cannons, will you point their muzzles at the Elf Continent?"

Roy's heart skipped slightly...

Great Mage Greimus asking that clearly meant these Magic