But the instant he sensed something was wrong, he exerted a little force, raised his head, and shifted his gaze away.
Within his line of sight, the tentacle was still stretching out from the black mist, frantically burrowing into the entrance of the passage in the left wall.
His mind, which had gone hazy at the sight of the two red lights in the abyss, immediately cleared.
Dark's gaze gradually sharpened.
He instantly assessed the situation and grasped the key point.
Then he immediately gave Devimon an order.
"Devimon, open the chest!"
At his shout, Devimon on the platform immediately understood.
Without hesitation, it bent down and reached out, grabbing the chest's iron latch. Then, with a hard pull, it tore the latch and lid open together.
The gold foil, pearls, and gemstones hidden inside the chest gleamed with luxurious colors, while the rusty shortsword without a scabbard still lay quietly amid the treasure.
If a treasure chest piled full of riches like this were discovered in a Dungeon outside, adventurers would most likely ignore that rusty sword, which looked like trash at first glance, and take every last piece of gold foil, pearl, and gemstone.
Those treasures alone would be enough to transform a poor adventurer's life, making them wealthy in some small town.
With that money, they could buy a modest plot of land, build a house, set up a small farm, and live comfortably for the rest of their life.
But this was St. Marian.
No one would let such a small amount of treasure cloud their judgment.
Once one became a Magician, there were countless ways to acquire wealth.
If those pearls and gemstones were exchanged for a [10000 Credits] monthly pass, they would probably be more appealing.
Therefore, Devimon directly ignored the shining gemstones that