Chapter 567: Treasure Vault
Feng Ling's brain nearly tied itself into knots at that moment.
Open Sesame?
Open Sesame?!
Wasn't that from the story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves?!
"Why didn't you say so earlier?!" Feng Ling could hardly describe the absurdity she felt. "If we knew the password, we could have come straight here and opened the door. Why did we go through all that trouble following the plot?!"
Meteor gave her a baffled look. "Because it has to be shouted in Ancient Persian."
Feng Ling fell silent for half a second. "...Then, yes, we did need to follow the plot."
Creak, creak, creak—
The Stone Gate had opened half a meter wide.
The Vengeful Spirits eagerly slipped inside, while a powerful current of air squeezed through the cracks with a long, hollow whistle.
The Stone Gate continued opening, its gap gradually widening from half a meter to one meter, then one and a half, then two... It finally stopped at five meters, revealing a winding, dark stone path lined with torches set into the walls, their flames dim.
In Feng Ling's Third Perspective, she could see that the Red Dots were ahead, very close—less than a hundred meters away.
"This is the thieves' Treasure Vault. Since it was well hidden, we chose it as a Warehouse for storing Rare Items and weapons. But after all this time, there probably aren't many usable items or weapons left inside," Meteor said.
"Don't you Players all have inventory slots?" Feng Ling asked her. "Wouldn't it be easier to keep things in those? It'd save you the long trip out to the desert."
"Items in inventory slots disappear once you log off. And then there's the question of whose inventory they should go in. Discussions like that easily cause disputes.