Chapter 209 The Excited Dwarf

The sudden appearance of the camp and the crazy people running away. Although this thing doesn't look right, according to Seymour, nothing else has happened in the week since it appeared. Therefore, although this matter is important, it is not considered important. on emergency.

"I suggest you open the box first." Masarino, as an arcane consultant, had been silent just now. Now he finally got to the part where he had the right to speak. "Everyone gather around here. I will prepare it for you first." A protective spell, just in case.”

"Let me introduce, this is Planeswalker Masarino," Ron introduced seeing Seymour cast a doubtful look, "He helped us a lot during this expedition. Because he himself has now encountered Some troubles, so we temporarily hired him as our arcane consultant."

"This is Seymour, a drow who has come to the surface. I believe that a knowledgeable senior like you will not have any prejudice against his skin color, right?"

"No, no," Masarino stretched out his hand and shook Seymour's hand, "The drow who can come to the surface are all people with great courage and courage. I respect every one of you very much. Respect.”

"What's more, I traveled with a drow for a while in my early years!"

After a brief exchange of greetings, as Masarino prepared the last protective barrier, Seymour found a crowbar, used his two arms to lift up a piece of the wooden board that was nailed to the wooden box.

There are no curses, no explosions, and no physical traps. Looking at the things inside, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and for a moment they didn’t know what to say.

"It turns out it was a false alarm!" Dreyfus said, jumped up on the stool, and reached out to stir things back and forth in the box, "Butter, bread, biscuits! This is just a box of food!"

"It should be spare dry food," Constance also let out a sigh of relief, "This result may not be bad, isn't it?"

"Yes, and no." Masarino stroked his beard, and with Sera's help, poured all the food in the wooden box onto the table. Then he held the wooden box high and observed it carefully with the help of magic. The walls and bottom of the box.

"Lord, I think we need to go to the camp that the Drow guy mentioned."

"What, is there something under the box?" Ron came over, but the preface of the weaving method did not give the expected feedback - the identification results showed that this was an ordinary wooden box.

"The box is not important," Masarino shook his head and put the wooden box down again. "This box is just an ordinary box used to store food. The problem is what it used to hold."

"What's pressing down?" Seymour was stunned for a moment, "I've been to that location, and there's nothing under the box?"

"Could it be that those young people were careless and lost the objects underneath?"

"I can't see that," Massarino thought for a while, "but I don't think this will happen. Judging from the marks left on it, the items that left the magic aura on the box are different from the box. There should be a thick layer of separation between them. My personal guess is that it may be soil.”

"In other words, the magic item should be buried under the wooden box."

"It seems that we are destined to work hard," Ivy said with a smile, "Should we leave now, or should we eat first? I miss the kitchen of the trading post."

"It's not that urgent," Masarino waved his hand, looked at Ron and said, "Lord, please let your militia continue to guard the place. I infer that this is a good time for you. It’s an important but not urgent matter, and we all have more important things to deal with.”

"The magic items I carry with me are exhausted and need to be replenished urgently; and you and Miss Sylvia, I believe there are still many things to learn."

"A sharpened knife never wastes time chopping wood. Why not consider continuing to set off after you are fully prepared?"

"I agree with this old gentleman's point of view," Seymour said immediately, "Benefactor, although we can handle most affairs very well even if you are not here, you are not a person who always keeps your feet on the ground. Well, your subjects and passing merchants still hope to see you once in a while - this will give them a sufficient sense of security."

Ron admitted that what Seymour said made sense. Although his current territory was small, it was not appropriate to maintain such an offline monarchy. Moreover, after running around for a long time, he really needs to calm down for a while to enrich himself.

In the next few weeks, Ron almost didn't go out after inspecting various villages. Instead, he concentrated on studying the green dragon's spell book and the insights given to him by Masarino, as well as the project. The largest volume is the thick pile of enchantment.

Sylvia's life was generally the same, but the old mage was not very idle. Apart from giving classes to the two of them every week, he spent most of his time running to the black dragon Aiksuri.

Yelena followed him for a while, and accompanied Sera and others to the lair left by the green dragon, picked up the bones of their family elf, and buried them in the cemetery near the village.

According to her report back, Masarino seems to be planning a big project with Warlock Anne, but because the details have not been discussed with Exuri, it has not taken off yet.

As for the shadow spirit herself, she didn't seem to be ready to leave. According to her, this was not her will, but the order of the Grand Duke. But Ron saw that she seemed quite happy and didn't seem to be reluctant.

Anyway, Carolina didn't come to ask for people for this, so as long as she didn't stab him in the back, Ron would let her go.

There was no problem with Quest. Due to the previous "propaganda", many villagers had a good impression of these upright good people. Many shapeshifters even began to visit villages in their true form, and other villagers gradually got used to their true appearance after the initial shock.

But soon this trend faded away by itself, and the reason was not complicated - everyone looked at the shapeshifters with face blindness and couldn't tell who was who. It was more recognizable after the transformation, which could also reduce the cost of communication.

In this peaceful territory, Ron had just finished studying for the scheduled plan that day and went downstairs to get himself a drink. However, before he could drink the glass, a sturdy dwarf rushed in.

"Sir Ron, you've got me looking for you!" Rurik, the dwarf who was neglected because of his weird rules, was extremely excited at this moment, with a gleam in his deep brown eyes, "You must take a look at this report and approve it if possible!"

"Old Rurik's blacksmith shop is finally opening!"