Wisdom of the Small Fry. At this moment, in a dim underground chamber near the elf and Xiao Mao, the Blue Robe who had previously vanished sat facing two other figures dressed in different styles.
If any outsiders had been present, they would have discovered that all three possessed the aura of Sixth Rank! A crude Black Iron oil lamp sat on a small round table before them. Under its dim yellow flame lay an ancient parchment map, with an open wooden box resting at one corner.
"Is this it? The Key said to reveal the location of the King Selection Sword?"
Staring wide-eyed at the seemingly ordinary charred stone inside the open wooden box, a red-haired burly man clad in Mercenary Armor pinched it between his thick fingers and asked skeptically.
"And I can't sense any magic fluctuations from it, either. Do we need to drip blood on it to claim it as our master, or crush it and scatter it over the map?"
The Green-Haired Purple-Eyed Elf Youth, dressed as a traveler, took the stone from his companion. He gave it a lazy glance, tossed it back into the box, and casually guessed.
"Because that's not how you use it! And what's this nonsense about dripping blood to claim it as your master? Have you two been reading too many Federation hero biographies?"
The Blue Robe sounded somewhat helpless as he looked at his two companions, whose speech was full of rustic simplicity.
"This isn't some inheritance deliberately left behind by someone else. How could there be any Ruins treasure map or secret key?
"It came from the core area of that Secret Laboratory. It is the melted remnant of some special device. Using it and the map in our hands as mediums, we can use a special