Chapter 279 Nicole Flamel's Vault
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Qing Mo Da Xian
After suffering for a long time, the trolley arrived at its destination.
After the Wayne family got down to the ground, all their eyes were focused on a huge shadow in the distance.
"It's a Ukrainian iron belly." Bogorod walked in the front. "No thief would dare to face it."
After getting a little closer, the figure of the fire dragon emerged.
Its body is very large, but it is tied to the ground.
Perhaps the scales on his body have become pale and loose due to being confined underground for too long.
Its eyes are cloudy pink and its hind legs are heavily shackled.
The thick chains were driven deep into the stone piles on the ground, binding all the spiked giant wings.
Ordinary thieves can indeed be prevented, but those who can successfully break into this place are obviously not ordinary.
"We have a way of controlling it, it's already conditioned to the jingle."
Before passing through the dragon guard, Bogrod took a small bell from his pocket.
Just shake it slightly, and it trembles with fright.
As Vincent passed it, he took a few extra glances at the large, horribly scarred face.
The taming process was cruel, and even the most important eyes were blinded.
For the sake of wealth, under the violent domestication, the dignified fire dragon has become so timid and shrinking, afraid of a small bell.
It is not even as good as a dog, and there is only sorrow left in its long life.
"Cuckoo-"
"I see."
Bogorod turned around suspiciously, "Dear guest, can you communicate with the owl?"
"Almost." Vincent casually said a few words.
Gu Gu told him just now that the fire dragon guarding the treasury can no longer see the world clearly, and is very eager for someone to end its life.
"Cuckoo-"
"I will."
Bogrod paid no more attention to their conversation.
The goblins are basically not interested in anything other than treasure.
They don't care who the Minister of Magic is, and they don't care that a Dark Lord appears out of nowhere.
Evelyn took Eric's tense arms and shook her head slightly at him.
This is not sympathy or pity, but to appreciate the cruelty of goblins.
Compared with the house elves, Vincent felt that it was a pity that the ancient wizards did not conquer the goblins.
The extraordinary forging technique alone was worth launching a large-scale war in that era.
Before coming to the No. 7 vault, he suddenly realized the change in his mind.
If he had seen a fire dragon living such a sad life before, he would have complained about the injustice of the magic world in his heart.
But now, he was thinking about the possibility of conquering goblins.
"Here we are." Bogorod stood in front of a gate that was also made of sterling silver iron.
The number 7 is inlaid with various gemstones.
Vincent withdrew his wandering thoughts, and inserted the key into the only small hole on the front.
The vault door slowly opened to the left and right.
Although it is old, there is no sense of obstruction.
Bogrod stretched his neck, trying to see what was in the dark space inside.
As long as he wanted to stay in Gringotts, he couldn't go into any of the master's vaults.
From the outside, it was pitch black inside.
But when you walk in, there is a soft light inside.
The interior of the vault is huge, nearly half the size of the Hogwarts Great Hall.
Vincent came to the light source and found that it was an alchemical item that could be used for permanent lighting.
Judging by the style and slightly rough lines, he judged it to be Nicole's very early work.
"I'm afraid it has a history of more than 600 years."
The walls of the vaults are Renaissance frescoes and all have permanent warding spells cast on them.
Just these few walls where no author can be seen may be more valuable than the antiques collected by the Malfoy family.
Evelyn looked at the liquid mithril piled up in the middle like a hill, and subconsciously pinched Eric's arm next to him.
"Oh—what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to make sure I'm not dreaming."
"Then you should pinch—" Eric quickly shut his mouth.
As a qualified gentleman, he shouldn't argue too much with the ladies.
What's more, this lady is still his wife.
Evelyn smiled and let go of her hand, and placed it on Gu Gu who was full of doubts.
"Mom and Dad, come and see what this is!"
Vincent stood in front of a delicate metal box, holding some silver jewelry in his hands.
"They all come in many forms, and they don't look like mithril at all."
If he hadn't had a lot of contact, he would have thought that these were street stalls from the Renaissance.
"It should be your teacher's failure." Evelyn can see the immature technique of the creator through the texture.
Eric took a closer look, and grinned a smile that men could understand, "I didn't expect you, a legendary alchemist teacher, to use this method to chase girls when you were young."
Vincent and Evelyn put them almost in front of their eyeballs, and only then could they see a sentence of love between the irregular textures.
It's very numbing, to the point of instant goosebumps.
"Teacher—forget it, I still don't want to learn from him."
Eric shook his head, "Son, listen to me, no matter what age a girl is, the most important thing for a girl is your sincerity.
Their senses are very delicate, and once they realize that you no longer care about her, it is often the beginning of their death for you. "
"Wow——Dad, you are so experienced." Vincent pretended to understand and lowered his head to continue searching.
To create romance, he understands.
Evelyn didn't understand.
"Honey, you told me that you took the subway to sign up for the army the night you graduated from Eton."
"Y-yes." Eric ventured, "When I was in school, there was a dandy in my class.
This—these are all what he said. "
Vincent, who put on the ring, once saw the story of his parents when he was dying.
If the picture is all true, Eric is the playboy.
Going to school at the age of 12, first love at the age of 13, dating three girls at the same time at the age of 14, at the age of 15...
It's a pity that time is not forgiving, and he has finally lived the most annoying way he once was.
Gu Gu, who couldn't understand or understand, fell in front of Vincent.
"Cuckoo?"
"Oh, they often do."
"Cuckoo!"
"You mean this?" He took off the ring and turned it inside out several times.
There are no nasty love words, it seems to be the first work.
"Go back and make you a better one."
According to Voldemort's small stomach, if he came back, he would definitely look for him.
Before you can form your own forces, not to mention being armed to the teeth, at least you must have the ability to protect yourself.
While thinking about some low-key accessories, he caught a glimpse of a robe of unknown material very unexpectedly.
Black with a slight metallic sheen.
After carefully looking inside and out several times, he came to the conclusion that it was mithril braid.
It is not difficult to shape a robe with magic power, but it is difficult to shape silk threads with magic power, and then weave long robes one by one.
To reach such a level, no matter how talented you are, you have to study hard for ten or eight years.
……
……
After the Wayne family got down to the ground, all their eyes were focused on a huge shadow in the distance.
"It's a Ukrainian iron belly." Bogorod walked in the front. "No thief would dare to face it."
After getting a little closer, the figure of the fire dragon emerged.
Its body is very large, but it is tied to the ground.
Perhaps the scales on his body have become pale and loose due to being confined underground for too long.
Its eyes are cloudy pink and its hind legs are heavily shackled.
The thick chains were driven deep into the stone piles on the ground, binding all the spiked giant wings.
Ordinary thieves can indeed be prevented, but those who can successfully break into this place are obviously not ordinary.
"We have a way of controlling it, it's already conditioned to the jingle."
Before passing through the dragon guard, Bogrod took a small bell from his pocket.
Just shake it slightly, and it trembles with fright.
As Vincent passed it, he took a few extra glances at the large, horribly scarred face.
The taming process was cruel, and even the most important eyes were blinded.
For the sake of wealth, under the violent domestication, the dignified fire dragon has become so timid and shrinking, afraid of a small bell.
It is not even as good as a dog, and there is only sorrow left in its long life.
"Cuckoo-"
"I see."
Bogorod turned around suspiciously, "Dear guest, can you communicate with the owl?"
"Almost." Vincent casually said a few words.
Gu Gu told him just now that the fire dragon guarding the treasury can no longer see the world clearly, and is very eager for someone to end its life.
"Cuckoo-"
"I will."
Bogrod paid no more attention to their conversation.
The goblins are basically not interested in anything other than treasure.
They don't care who the Minister of Magic is, and they don't care that a Dark Lord appears out of nowhere.
Evelyn took Eric's tense arms and shook her head slightly at him.
This is not sympathy or pity, but to appreciate the cruelty of goblins.
Compared with the house elves, Vincent felt that it was a pity that the ancient wizards did not conquer the goblins.
The extraordinary forging technique alone was worth launching a large-scale war in that era.
Before coming to the No. 7 vault, he suddenly realized the change in his mind.
If he had seen a fire dragon living such a sad life before, he would have complained about the injustice of the magic world in his heart.
But now, he was thinking about the possibility of conquering goblins.
"Here we are." Bogorod stood in front of a gate that was also made of sterling silver iron.
The number 7 is inlaid with various gemstones.
Vincent withdrew his wandering thoughts, and inserted the key into the only small hole on the front.
The vault door slowly opened to the left and right.
Although it is old, there is no sense of obstruction.
Bogrod stretched his neck, trying to see what was in the dark space inside.
As long as he wanted to stay in Gringotts, he couldn't go into any of the master's vaults.
From the outside, it was pitch black inside.
But when you walk in, there is a soft light inside.
The interior of the vault is huge, nearly half the size of the Hogwarts Great Hall.
Vincent came to the light source and found that it was an alchemical item that could be used for permanent lighting.
Judging by the style and slightly rough lines, he judged it to be Nicole's very early work.
"I'm afraid it has a history of more than 600 years."
The walls of the vaults are Renaissance frescoes and all have permanent warding spells cast on them.
Just these few walls where no author can be seen may be more valuable than the antiques collected by the Malfoy family.
Evelyn looked at the liquid mithril piled up in the middle like a hill, and subconsciously pinched Eric's arm next to him.
"Oh—what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to make sure I'm not dreaming."
"Then you should pinch—" Eric quickly shut his mouth.
As a qualified gentleman, he shouldn't argue too much with the ladies.
What's more, this lady is still his wife.
Evelyn smiled and let go of her hand, and placed it on Gu Gu who was full of doubts.
"Mom and Dad, come and see what this is!"
Vincent stood in front of a delicate metal box, holding some silver jewelry in his hands.
"They all come in many forms, and they don't look like mithril at all."
If he hadn't had a lot of contact, he would have thought that these were street stalls from the Renaissance.
"It should be your teacher's failure." Evelyn can see the immature technique of the creator through the texture.
Eric took a closer look, and grinned a smile that men could understand, "I didn't expect you, a legendary alchemist teacher, to use this method to chase girls when you were young."
Vincent and Evelyn put them almost in front of their eyeballs, and only then could they see a sentence of love between the irregular textures.
It's very numbing, to the point of instant goosebumps.
"Teacher—forget it, I still don't want to learn from him."
Eric shook his head, "Son, listen to me, no matter what age a girl is, the most important thing for a girl is your sincerity.
Their senses are very delicate, and once they realize that you no longer care about her, it is often the beginning of their death for you. "
"Wow——Dad, you are so experienced." Vincent pretended to understand and lowered his head to continue searching.
To create romance, he understands.
Evelyn didn't understand.
"Honey, you told me that you took the subway to sign up for the army the night you graduated from Eton."
"Y-yes." Eric ventured, "When I was in school, there was a dandy in my class.
This—these are all what he said. "
Vincent, who put on the ring, once saw the story of his parents when he was dying.
If the picture is all true, Eric is the playboy.
Going to school at the age of 12, first love at the age of 13, dating three girls at the same time at the age of 14, at the age of 15...
It's a pity that time is not forgiving, and he has finally lived the most annoying way he once was.
Gu Gu, who couldn't understand or understand, fell in front of Vincent.
"Cuckoo?"
"Oh, they often do."
"Cuckoo!"
"You mean this?" He took off the ring and turned it inside out several times.
There are no nasty love words, it seems to be the first work.
"Go back and make you a better one."
According to Voldemort's small stomach, if he came back, he would definitely look for him.
Before you can form your own forces, not to mention being armed to the teeth, at least you must have the ability to protect yourself.
While thinking about some low-key accessories, he caught a glimpse of a robe of unknown material very unexpectedly.
Black with a slight metallic sheen.
After carefully looking inside and out several times, he came to the conclusion that it was mithril braid.
It is not difficult to shape a robe with magic power, but it is difficult to shape silk threads with magic power, and then weave long robes one by one.
To reach such a level, no matter how talented you are, you have to study hard for ten or eight years.
……
……
