Dawn of the Grey Tower

Remember [New] in a second! In a sense, the cheese knows the answer to the cursed crow's question. After going back to the memory fragments several times, he has roughly been able to determine what his distant memories are all about.

They belonged to a reckless spellcaster who lacked prudence. That person was so well protected that he prioritized making results as soon as possible over prudent research. This kind of impatience that a spellcaster shouldn't have finally killed him. That person is Cheese, not Cheese. To be precise, Cheese's body was born from the fragments of the mage mixed with the power outside the world, plus the treatment of the first gray robe.

If one had to describe his relationship with that mage, raw materials and products might be more accurate descriptions. They are not alone, and there is no inheritance relationship. The mage was completely dead when he was involved in the turbulence outside the world, and even his body was scattered and elegant, swallowed by taboos.

What's interesting is that the mage is the first disciple of the first gray robe, just like Yoni is to cheese. Moreover, in the memory of that person, there were no other apprentices in the Gray Tower at that time.

In other words, in the initial period of the Gray Tower, there was only one teacher and one student. So he perfectly met the criteria for being the first to live here, and no one has the ability to compete with him for the location of the tomb. It's just that that person has nothing to put in the tomb for burial. His remains are now on Cheese. If he has to say, the relic that should be stuffed into that hole is Cheese himself.

But since the cheese is still standing here, there are probably some symbols of belongings in the tomb. Even Cheese doubted whether this place was built under the gray tower when the mage died.

With this in mind, he and the cursed crow continued to walk forward, passing through about three tombs with the same layout except for the different corpses, and came to the end of the entire underground space.

Yep, that's the end of it. There are many apprentices who have been eliminated, but after being turned into corpses, they only occupy four tombs. There seems to be nothing superfluous in these four tombs.

"There doesn't seem to be anything here that can be used as a source of energy. Even if the teachers were to use their souls or something else as a source of energy, it would have been exhausted after so many years."

Curse Crow looked at the oldest tomb, but the people lying inside were no different from those in the three rooms outside. The first gray robe's training plan for apprentices was not explored through generations. He only started to collect apprentices for training after the plan was fully planned.

Although the entire training process is divided into many periods, the time difference between before and after will not be more than five years, so the ages of the gray robes are actually not too different.

"Being in the tomb does not mean it belongs to the tomb. It is very likely that there is a secret room or secret passage hidden here, just like the greenhouse. Not many people have entered the last two tombs, and the hidden door is most likely to be hidden here."

Cheese raised the lantern, and the light illuminated the surroundings. He saw the end of the tomb, which was a huge tree-shaped stele carved into the wall, and the stele was covered with patterns like bark patterns.

If you look closely, you will find that the essence of those patterns is something similar to scriptures. They are written in a certain branch of human writing, and the content is a eulogy for the rest of the dead.

"It's really suspicious." Curse Crow also noticed the stele. No way, in the entire catacomb, only this wall has something similar. Compared with the cold and monotonous turning blocks in other places, anyone would think that the investigation should start from here.

Curse Crow approached the stele under the illumination of Cheese. Considering its possible danger, the two gray robes tacitly chose the formation of one in front and one behind, and Cheese holding the breath of dawn was responsible for emergency and assistance , and the cursed crow is the one who actually investigates.

Although the cursed crow didn't have much respect for this place, he was as cautious as ever in his actions. His eyes flashed with magical aura, and he pointed a ring in his hand to the stone slab. The turbid stone ball on the ring did not change color because of this, which meant that there was no magic on the stone plate that it could detect.

Curse Crow, who was still worried, took out another drop of liquid that hit the glass. The liquid came from the blood of some kind of goblin. According to its nature, as long as the liquid is close to the sleeping magic circle, some abnormal noises will occur. Relying on this characteristic, the original owner of the blood is often active among the magical relics, leading adventurers into dangerous traps.

"If it's not that these things are all wrong, maybe we're going in the wrong direction." The cursed crow muttered in a low voice, using all the props that could detect magic at hand, and finally had to admit that there was no magic on the stele. What magic circle.

He looked at the stele again, and found several distinctive words among those words. They belonged to different languages, but they were cleverly processed by art and hidden among the original prayers. Curse Crow pointed these words to Cheese, who silently took out the alchemy dice. From high to low, the words formed by those characters are the names of a color, which is widely used in the dyeing of pottery.

"If I'm right, it means let's dye these words." Cheese said, put the lantern on the ground, and took out another stone from his arms.

This stone is unremarkable, it is specially used to make raw materials for alchemy dice. Out of respect, Cheese didn't want to destroy the masonry in the tomb, besides, who knows what consequences that would bring?

So he ground the stone with a dice like pepper, dripping the resulting viscous dye onto the dagger outstretched by the Raven. The latter signaled to stop when the amount of paint was almost gone, and then carefully dipped his fingers in the paint to fill the words.

This kind of work is a piece of cake for Curse Crow. The production of magic circle and other similar runes requires precise processes. The materials in the runes must be exactly right, no more, no less.

Soon, the words on the stone tablet were all painted over, and then, the sound of wind began to come from behind the stone tablet.

"There is obviously no magic on it. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" The cursed crow backed away quite shocked. He used so many detection methods, but he didn't see the mechanism on the stone tablet, but he turned out to use such a simple method to trigger it. There is no doubt that this is a blow to the gray robe mage.

"It may not be magic. Pigments are often very rigid. For that color, the formula in it cannot be changed at all. If this stone plate happens to respond to certain components of the paint, then it is not magic, but a mechanism."

The cheese said something that even he didn't believe it. Even if the precision of the mechanism in this era is exquisite, it will never be able to achieve the precision of distinguishing the composition of the fluid.

But here is the gray tower, who can say that the first gray robe can't produce something unexpected by the disciples?

"That's not as good as magic. At least I can accept that I'm only inferior to the teacher on the magic road." The conjurer wiped off the paint on his fingers and dagger, and looked at the stone tablet that was slowly protruding outward, and then moved to the left.

"Magic is just a way. When you go to the head and look back, thousands of roads will meet. Our craftsmanship is not inferior to carpenters and stonemasons, and our calculations and measurements are comparable to architects. Is this all magic?" Cheese comforted Same sentence.

Then he picked up the lantern, intending to illuminate the space behind the stele.