Idle game leads to another world.

Chapter 33 Ancient Town
Roy, who was sitting in jail, looked extremely miserable now. Not only was his hair disheveled, but there were also some scars on his body caused by corporal punishment. It was obvious that Hill had brought people over to interrogate him not long ago.

But he was in good spirits. He noticed the sound and the fire, and even had the time to shake his bangs that were blocking his eyes.

"Oh? Someone different came today?"

He looked Lord Leon up and down and sneered:

"What ability do corrupt nobles like you have to make me speak?"

"Shut up! This is the Lord of Leon. You are lucky to meet him. Be careful with your words!"

"Haha, I've seen too many nobles. Do you think a small lord from a remote village would scare me?"

Roy's eyes seemed to be shining like a wild wolf in the darkness:

"You have done a lot of illegal things for profit, right? There's no need to deny it. You corrupt nobles all have the same temperament. I can recognize it at a glance."

Under normal circumstances, Lord Leon would have been furious, but now the anger in his heart was like a quietly burning flame.

He ignored Roy's teasing and approached the railing and said:
"The guards won't be back for another fifteen minutes. No one else will know what we say here."

When Roy heard Lord Leon say this, he immediately stopped joking.

"So, what does the Lord want from a prisoner like me?"

"I know why you're here."

Roy was shocked by these words, but he still pretended to be relaxed and said:

"is it?"

"Before you came to Leon Territory, someone sent me a letter. I know you were ordered to find something, and I am sure that thing is probably in Viola's hands now."

Roy narrowed his eyes and looked at Lord Leon's face.

He was neither happy nor sad, but he was filled with a determined will.

"So, you're saying we have a common enemy?"

"Yes."

"You need to take the territory back from the princess. I need to take the quest items and Princess Viola's head home. That's good, but..."

Roy lowered his head and showed his body:

"You see, I'm still seriously injured. Even without these chains, I can't walk far."

"That's not a problem."

Lord Leon took out a red palm-sized bottle from his arms. Roy was surprised when he saw it:

"Strong healing potion? I didn't expect a country lord like you to have such a good thing."

"Since you know it, you should also know that it can heal all your injuries in a few minutes. So, what is your answer?"

Roy did not agree immediately, but thought about it for a moment, then looked up at the lord:
"Do you have any plans?"

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The 648th year of the Demon King Calendar.

April 11th, morning.

Zora, who was in the ruins of an underground town far away in the mythological era, received a signal from the Demon God, indicating that you can continue on your journey.

Everyone stepped on the slippery fungal carpet and moss and officially entered the ancient building complex.

"Is the Lord telling you the route?"

Zhuoya saw that he turned left without hesitation at the intersection, as if he knew the way here.

"Well, your Majesty's voice echoes in my heart."

Zora also took out a notebook and left a simple diagram with charcoal sketches every time he passed an intersection.

Zhuoya pointed to a stone slab in the middle of the road and said:

"I noticed that the ground ahead was not natural. It might be a trap." A guard knight took off his scabbard and poked it. Then he saw that most of the road surface had fallen off, leaving a square pit.

"This place doesn't really welcome outsiders..."

"The Lord also said there are many traps and told us to be careful."

"Are you an adventurer? I see that taking notes seems to be a habit for you."

"Because of my family's relationship, I had a lot of contact with adventurers when I was a child. The habit of taking notes was developed at that time."

Adventurers have this habit to prevent themselves from forgetting or missing something valuable, as memory is never as reliable as a poorly written note.

It doesn't matter if ordinary people forget some details, but if adventurers ignore the details, they can easily die during the adventure.

"Your Majesty said there are a lot of treasures in the deepest part. It is impossible for us to move them with just a few people. Leaving a route will make it easier for us to call the soldiers to move them."

As they were talking, they passed through two alleys, and then Zora led them to turn right.

They were now at one edge of the town, and could vaguely see the cave they had come in from. Not far away was the river that led directly to the sea.

At this time, there was a circular terrace on the side of the road, close to the river. When Druid Al saw it, he couldn't wait to get closer.

"This is the Circle! It's where people in mythological times worshipped nature!"

She gently stroked the stones that had turned into ruins, as if she was feeling the ancient spirit of nature.

"Unfortunately, the salt content here is too high, and the ancient language above is completely unreadable."

Druids are the equivalent of clerics of nature deities, but not entirely.

Some druids worship the laws of nature more. Druid Al who came with them to search for treasure is one of them.

They have a natural affinity for the places where people worshipped nature in ancient times, believing that they were the spark of civilization and the early close contact with nature. In their view, such places are holy places.

So it’s not that I can’t understand Al’s excitement.

Zora said sympathetically:
"We can stay here for a few minutes."

"Thank you so much!"

Al cheered slightly and carefully examined every crack and mark in the ring, as meticulously as if he were doing archaeology.

But at this moment, Zhuoya, who had been on alert all the time, suddenly took the bow off her back:

"I feel a chilly aura. Something might be approaching."

Zora was recording everything he saw, and upon hearing this, he immediately put away his notebook and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of the rushing underground river and the breathing of the crowd.

"it's here!"

Zora turned without warning and slashed with his sword.

There was a sharp whistling sound like a strong wind in the air, and an almost translucent human-shaped shadow was chopped out from the air.

It was like a signal. One after another, densely packed translucent figures emerged from the air and squeezed into everyone's field of vision. They floated as if they were weightless, with their faces completely blurred, and only a terrifying big mouth could be seen.

"It's a ghost, change the silver sword!"

Ordinary weapons cannot cause damage to ghosts, and they can usually only be harmed by magic and magical weapons, but silver is an exception.

It is a kind of sacred metal. The performance of a silver-plated sword is not as good as that of a pure steel sword, but it can be used to deal with evil creatures.

The other two guards knights immediately switched hands and drew out another sword, aimed at the attacking ghost and swung it fiercely. The translucent ghost immediately shattered and disappeared with a scream.

This also made the ghosts surrounding the crowd seem to be enraged, and they rushed over in unison, like a neat wall.

"Fill the magic arrows!"

It was almost impossible to see the movements of her hands. Zhuoya quickly shot three arrows, immediately blasting a hole in the ghost's encirclement.

Then she pulled out an arrow and instead of putting it on the longbow, she held it like a dagger, spinning and jumping around like a graceful and deadly dance.

(End of this chapter)