Luo Qiu lifted the plaque from Ammonst's hand and studied it briefly.
The diamond-shaped plaque had a three-dimensional feel. A strange crest was carved into its surface, carrying a faint yet tranquil and balanced flow of special energy.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Luo Qiu set down the so-called Inheritance Key and looked at Ammonst's eyes, reddened with pain.
No transaction had been triggered. Luo Qiu knew this perfectly well—this was the first time he had encountered a transaction-like event without taking the identity of a boss.
Ammonst said weakly, "Apart from you... I had no chance of waiting for anyone else... Perhaps you're a good person, perhaps... perhaps you're a bad person... But to me... you, you're the only one... I, I can only entrust this to you... My final... final wish... I won't, I won't let you work for nothing... This key... can bring... bring a chance to inherit the ancient Knights of the Round Table..."
Luo Qiu glanced at the Inheritance Key again.
Ammonst was breathing with difficulty. "After... after I left... my former seat has remained... remained vacant... All these years, no one who completed the trial has appeared... But it, it can provide a chance... a chance to enter unofficially... If, if your luck and strength are sufficient... you, you may also obtain its power..."
So this was essentially a backdoor pass. Assuming that the Twelve Knights of the Round Table had a tightly organized group behind them, and that every knight inheriting the name of one of the Twelve Knights was strictly vetted, this item could bypass that control and bring its holder into the secret realm behind the key, granting them the qualifications of a trial-taker with an equivalent chance to inherit.
Luo Qiu shook his head. "Old man, to be