"So, do you know where your head is buried?"
Unexpectedly, this guy's head would be the key to opening this door. After learning this clue, Artolis asked.
"This is natural. Although I am now separated from my body and my head, due to the 'immortal curse', I can still sense the position of my head." Trausk replied.
"That's really amazing."
Listening to the other party's reply, Artoris sighed, and then heard Baron next to her ask a question.
"So, can you tell us where it is? And where is the trouble?"
"It's true that it's troublesome." Trausk paused as he said this, and then revealed the truth as the two looked at each other.
"Because it is at the top of the temple. If I am not mistaken, it should be under the stairs on the first and second floors."
"Isn't that where we came in?" Listening to what he said, Artolis staggered at that time.
"Are you sure you're not playing tricks on us?"
"If we go back to the second floor from here and turn back again, it will take at least two days even if we clearly memorize the correct path of the maze." Thinking of this, Baron became distressed.
"I thought there was no need to go back again, so I regarded the memory of the correct path as useless and allowed it to accumulate and wear away. Now if I want to pick it up again, I'm afraid there will be a big deviation, and the actual time consumed may be longer than expected. Much more.”
"Besides returning the way you came, do you know of any other way to return to the second floor?" After looking at the sleepy Baron, Artolis couldn't help but frown, and then turned her gaze again. Atoris asked after casting her vote on Trausk.
"I know there is another way to the inner hall, where you can go directly to the second floor, but I don't advocate that way."
"Does it mean the space where the tentacle monster is?" Artoris's face changed immediately after thinking of the bad memories.
"It sounds like you have been in contact with each other." Trausk's voice was a little surprised: "Since the temple sank into the abyss hundreds of years ago, the inner hall has been occupied by that monster. How strange is that guy? The cruelty is even worse than the curses of the past, but I know that any creature that falls into the abyss of the sea will basically not be able to escape the clutches of that guy."
"No wonder there are no other fish life in that stagnant water." Artolis said, nodding thoughtfully.
However, it is really strange to hear the other party say that this place is actually under the abyss of the ocean, but all the water that floods here is fresh water.
Listening to Atoris's sigh, Baron didn't take it seriously: "That guy is indeed strong, but with our ability, it is not impossible to fight against him. However, underwater combat is extremely disadvantageous to us, if we can choose I would rather find the way back than take Atoris with me and risk my life."
"It seems that you also have that kind of awareness. Although I can't see your face, I can guess the firmness in your eyes when you say this. Just like you said, make the right choice that you think is right. , I will wait here for your return."
"That guy doesn't look like he's lying." After leaving, Artolis followed Baron's footsteps, raised her head and looked at the other person's side face and said.
"As a living dead who cannot move independently, Trausk really has no reason to deceive us. The process of recovering the head requires retracing the original route. As he said, it is indeed very troublesome, but that's all." For Ato To what Liz said, Baron calmly gave this answer.
"But I always feel that things may not be as that guy said. He seems to be hiding something from us..."
"So, have you also noticed the abnormality?" After hearing this, under Atoris's doubtful gaze, Baron showed a smile.
"Look again, at least I didn't feel the slightest malice from the other party."
…
By the time the two returned to the sixth floor, it was already three days later.
Just as Trausk said, the head wearing silver armor was buried under the stairs. After the two dug it out, the eyes of the knight's head glowed strangely red. However, it is not a manifestation of the resentment of the undead, but more like the strange excitement generated by the still-living head when it senses the existence of a body that is closely connected to it when it sees the light of day again.
"Now, this is your head. We brought it back to you." Artolis, who handed the head back to Trausk, smiled like a little girl eager to be praised by her parents for completing her homework.
"Thank you very much. This way I can be resurrected successfully."
"Successful...resurrection...?" Trausk's reply made Artolis slightly stunned. She opened her squinted eyes and saw the place where Trausk was lying, the surrounding ground, stone walls and ceiling. The top was densely engraved with magic words that she couldn't understand.
This was something they didn't have when they first came, and it was obviously Trausk who inscribed it here in Barinoa's words after they left.
"What are you...?"
Artoris was surprised to see this, while Baron quietly watched the scene without saying a word.
"This is the information about the Balinoa civilization that I left behind for future generations to read. Some things may be of more value and significance than expressed in words, expressed in words that we are proud of." The black mist floats After inserting it into the head, holding it with both hands and clasping it tightly around his neck, Trausk moved his body. As he explained, he pulled out the sharp sword that had penetrated his chest, and stood up little by little amid the sounds of metal friction.
Seeing the opponent's move with the sword, Atoris was startled and subconsciously took a defensive stance.
However, the other party did not immediately release his murderous intent. Instead, he took steps step by step, reached the door, stretched out his withered hand and pressed it on the center of the door.
It was as if the machine had been certified. After identifying Trausk's palm bone pattern, the door emitted a burst of blue halo, and then the door was raised with a loud but intermittent roar, and the inside was The space was displayed before their eyes.
"I'm sorry, I deceived you. In fact, you don't need my head to open this door. I want you to help me find it. After all, it's just my selfishness." He turned to look at Artolis and the two. Where the person is, Trausk's weak voice was filled with a hint of remorse.
"The result is that we brought back your head, and the door did open. As far as I'm concerned, this is not deception." Barron denied Trausk's words.
"Looking at you like this, you seem to have guessed my plan a long time ago?" As if his plan had been seen through, Trausk smiled ashamedly with his rotten head.
"No, I don't have that kind of suspicion. It's just that my expression seems to be calm."
"So what do you want to do?" After looking at each other with Baron, Artolis looked at Trausk again and asked warily.
