The twisted monster at the end of the tunnel lurched forward with incomprehensible words coming from its mouth.
Just hearing that sound, inexplicable hunger will appear in the mind, bright red, sweet, with scenes of desolation and destruction.
Behind it, the remaining three ghouls had regained their morale, swinging their deformed limbs, and once again attacked the two people clinging to both sides of the corridor exit...
Ed closed his eyes and tried his best to prevent his thoughts from being disturbed by the noise:
The appearance of the ghoul priest disrupted his tactical layout. Under the claws that were as powerful as bullets, the passage in the northern corridor could no longer be held.
Retreating at this time will only turn into a rout. The ghoul's agile speed and darkness adaptability can easily catch up with the two of them in the tunnel and cannot escape.
"Go to the east room." He woke up Katarina who was at a loss.
At the same time, Ed grabbed the oil can on the ground with his right hand and threw it into the tunnel. His left hand stretched out the wall and fired a few shots at random, and threw the lighter out——
Of course, you don't expect the oil tank to kill the opponent or seal them directly inside: the ghoul's hook can easily cling to the rock wall and pass through the tunnel from the top.
But the raging flames were enough to hinder the opponent's charge and buy them time to safely retreat to the east room.
The door panel of the east room is also a thick black iron door. Time has corroded its surface, making it dark red and worn, but it remains strong.
Ed and Catalina worked together to push the door back, and the rusty iron door panel made a harsh metal scream, resisting their will.
Fortunately, at the last moment when the ghouls poured out of the passage, the iron door finally closed completely. A bone claw hit it, buzzing and vibrating, but it did not penetrate it.
The white crow cane closed the door, but suddenly there was a harsh and hoarse scream from behind——
The sudden situation caused him to crouch down and dodge reflexively. The last time he was shot in the head was in this situation.
The source of the sound turned out to be a seriously injured ghoul. Although it was shot twice, it did not die immediately. At that time, Ed had no time to care about it anymore and hurriedly went to support Catalina in the northern corridor.
Catalina walked up to it and killed it with a swing of her sword. The diamonds on the sword shone brightly in the darkness, pure white.
I was shocked...
Ed closed his eyes with lingering fear, and his consciousness returned to the one-eyed spider. The concept of mechanical creation was too complex for the ghouls and did not arouse suspicion.
On the other side of the iron gate, the scavengers did not give up. They know that the room is a dead end, and the ancient dark blood makes them never lack time and patience.
I saw the ghoul priest waving his bone staff, and the group of ghouls began to pretend to leave. Their hooks and claws rubbed against the wall from time to time, making noise, creating the illusion that they were moving away.
Little did he know that all of this was seen by Ed.
Three relatively strong warriors, with first-level extraordinary strength. A ghoul priest with approximately level two Beyonder strength.
Two against four, easier said than done...
Rushing out to fight to the death with the opponent is obviously the next best thing. Once Catalina is injured or killed, the Oakland family will never let her go easily.
Asking for help through dreams? The only coordinates available to him were Catalina and the Invisible Hand Auction House.
Although the One-Eyed Club had promised him, Ed did not trust those people, not to mention that it would reveal his true identity.
Send the one-eyed spider out to ask for help and wait for help? Although the control radius is only 50 meters, it is enough to mark the surrounding area with distress signs.
Once Catalina fails to return for a long time, the news of her appearance in the attic restaurant will quickly spread to the Oakland family. At that time, they will definitely assign a large number of people to search the rat trails all over the place.
But Ed couldn't explain to the Oakland family why he knew the location of the Silver Knight's secret treasure. Those stories could only deceive Catalina at best.
As for other ways...
Several emergency plans flashed through his mind, but they were not perfect. Although they would not lead to death, they would also cause endless troubles.
When he was at a loss, Ed sighed softly, opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
An ancient oil lamp hung on a heavy chain was swaying gently. The surrounding weapon racks were worn and dilapidated, and some simply collapsed on the side - this was once a weapons depot, but it could no longer provide any help.
Broken tapestry and rotten shields were hung on the walls. The wooden shields were full of insect holes, gray and cracked. The paint was faded and blurred, and the coat of arms was no longer legible.
Wait... Ed suddenly discovered a strange detail:
Most of the wooden shields are made of ash wood. Only one wooden shield is as pure white as snow and is made of the finest white oak. Although the shield also shows signs of corruption, the degree is much lower than that of other wooden shields and tapestries. It must have been hung up later.
The most important thing is that the coat of arms on it is vaguely visible——
A long green sword that was buried in the tree crown.
"Miss Catalina." He pointed to the shield and whispered, "Is that your family's emblem?"
Catalina looked in the direction of Ed's finger, her eyes full of surprise:
"White oak shield? Only the shield makers of the Oakland family can make such a good wooden shield..."
Her fingers gently touched the shield, as gentle as the morning light shining on the field. The shield was still strong, but the hanger was as brittle as rotten wood. It snapped and fell to the ground, revealing an iron cable.
"Could it be that..." Catalina stretched out her palm and grasped the handle of the chain, "The secret treasure of the Silver Knight is right here?"
Pulling the chain back, the wall on the east side slowly rotates, revealing a layer of well-preserved wooden doors. The sealing and wax layer protect it from the wear and tear of time.
Secret door switch? This... is really full of classicism, even more old-fashioned than the Rolling Stones Trap. Ed couldn't help but shake his head and sighed secretly.
There is a padlock inserted on the iron door. It is a modern craft and someone has obviously installed it separately. The groove on the padlock corresponds to the seal ring on Catalina's finger.
That's it? !
Ed wanted to scream when he saw the lock. He doesn’t understand the Silver Knight’s character, but he must not be good at playing guessing games:
Such a simple heraldic padlock cost at most two shillings. Get yourself a set of lock-picking tools... No, you can use the one-eyed spider's tool set to open it. Even if it doesn't work, you can even get an iron saw and slowly cut open the wooden door.
The "prince" who sold him the treasure map had obviously never visited the site in person. Otherwise, this advantage would definitely not be available to him and Catalina.
Catalina did not hear Ed's slander. She clenched her palm into a fist, inserted the seal ring into the groove, and turned it slowly.
The lock was unlocked, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and gently pushed the wooden door open like a ritual.
The miracle is close at hand:
In a slightly bright, three-meter-long square space, a pitch-black plate armor stood in the center, looking like a knight guarding a treasure.
The armor is decorated with gorgeous gold threads, which are delicate and trivial. The pivot hinges fit tightly, and the curve patterns are extremely elegant. It's as if this is not a piece of armor, but a work of art.
"Holy Spirit..." Catalina stood on tiptoes and walked to the statue, her eyes shining slightly.
She took off her gloves and gently brushed the dust off her armor as if it were the only thing that existed in the world.
"Catalina?"
Ed reminded in a low voice, but the other party didn't respond at all. He had no choice but to follow into the room and look at the other items.
This was once a hidden weapons room: a jar of black clay pots was separated and tightly sealed, presumably fuel. The air is filled with the strange aroma of oil, as thick as agarwood and as light as roses.
"What is this, Ed, do you recognize it?"
Hearing the call, Ed turned around and saw Catalina lifting the closed helmet of the armor. Inside was the thing he was most familiar with——
Silvery-white color, with one corner cut off, metal card outlines the painting.
