1111: Chapter 528: Arrangent of Baker Refinent City _3 1111: Chapter 528: Arrangent of Baker Refinent City _3 However, it was no doubt that these mausoleums were extrely dangerous — those fellows would probably not be as kind as Red Dragon Master.
If sothing went wrong, Santa would only lose one avatar, but if he died, it would be for real.
“Never mind.” Owen Bertram sighed regretfully: “In life, it is better to be down-to-earth and diligently cultivate to improve one’s own strength.
Relying on shell coins and shell awls to forcibly increase fighting power may lead the juniors astray.”
“Hmph, you’re as timid as a mouse,” Santa could see through him.
They all descended several dozen feet, and the space suddenly beca wide open, revealing a vast underground cavern.
“The Divine Lightning Python was hidden here before.
I carefully used the Spirit Fire Spirit Ring to catch it off guard, but without the Spirit Fire Spirit Ring to restrain it, even the Shell Awl couldn’t do anything to that fierce beast.”
Santa regarded the Southern Treasure Root highly, constantly emphasizing his important role in this battle, lest Owen Bertram should compete with him.
The huge stone cave was trumpet-shaped, wide on one side and narrow on the other.
There were traces of the Divine Lightning Python everywhere, the wide part was probably the area where the Tire-8 Monster usually moved.
At the very end of the narrow part, there was an iron door with a beast’s mouth-shaped handle, and so designs and symbols carved on it.
The iron door and the surrounding stone walls were integrated, and Santa inspected it for a while, growing even more furious at the old acquaintances of Baker Refinent City: “Behind this door, an independent space has already been ford.
To enter, you can only open the door.
If you try to force it open, the space will be completely cut off and float into the Exotic Void, and it might even end up in the hands of Foreign Evil Spirits!”
Owen Bertram also stepped forward: “Predecessor, it seems you are quite familiar with Baker Refinent City, can’t you open this door?”
Santa’s face burned with flas again, stamring: “This is a kind of calculation ga that those Artificers in Baker Refinent City like to play.
In our ti, only these Artificers liked it.
I have always been engrossed in cultivation, and did not bother with these trivial matters.”
Owen Bertram understood that Santa couldn’t crack the code.
Tamsin Macy and Nick Liam, after hearing the explanation, also curiously ca forward to inspect the iron door.
The ancient symbols and designs on the door were deciphered by everyone, who were well-inford and knowledgeable about the texts of that period, and could recognize one or two of them.
With Santa’s translation, they understood even more.
After the two won figured out the puzzle on the iron door, they imdiately racked their brains, and found that this calculation ga was half true and half false.
The more they thought, the more confused they beca.
They thought they had found the answer, but upon looking back, they found that they were miles away…
“No wonder the predecessor is not good at it.” The two felt a headache and couldn’t help but want to give up: “It’s indeed difficult; those Artificers in Baker Refinent City like such gas?
It’s so strange that there are such weird people in the world who enjoy this kind of painful and boring ga…”
“Right!” Santa, feeling he had found a kindred spirit, chid in: “Those fellows in Baker Refinent City are simply masochistic.
The minds of Artificers are undoubtedly different from normal people!
They always said that this kind of ga has a great auxiliary effect on the arrangent of the array patterns in their Magical Instrunts, which is truly ridiculous!”
The three of them complained for a while, but they didn’t see Owen Bertram co over to join the fun.
When they looked back, they saw Owen squatting down at the foot of the door, drawing sothing on the ground.
“What are you doing?” Santa asked curiously, and Owen waved without raising his head: “Be quiet, I’m almost done.”
Santa didn’t believe it: “Except for those Artificers, no one can solve this thing.” He and the two won ca closer, only to see that Owen had drawn a wide range of strange symbols and shapes on the ground…
The three of them looked at each other blankly: what was this?
Owen Bertram didn’t understand so symbols on the door, but after Santa’s translation, he was shocked to find: This is nothing but a geotry problem!
But it was quite difficult, involving solid geotry.
In his previous life, Owen was also soone who had made it through the gauntlet of countless exams and tests, so he picked up a stone and began to solve the problem on the side, to see how far he could go.
Santa and the two won watched Owen with big eyes and small eyes, the two won full of expectations in their hearts, but Santa firmly believed that Owen was simply being arrogant.
He had never solved any of these puzzles, even at the height of his power, and as a result, he was always ridiculed by those old fellows in Baker Refinent City, and never visited the city again unless absolutely necessary.
Those old n, who couldn’t understand basic social etiquette, always sent sound-transmission arrows asking him why he hadn’t co to Baker Refinent City to reminisce with them!
At that ti, he was a Ninth Realm Great Power!
If he couldn’t do it, how could this junior of the later generations have the ability or the moral character to do so?
But as they waited, Santa beca more and more uncertain, because the more Owen wrote, the faster he beca, and it genuinely seed he wasn’t faking it.
“Could it really be solved?” Santa was conflicted; he hoped Owen could succeed, but also didn’t want him to.
In this dilemma, half a Shichen (one hour) passed, and Owen stood up: “I have found the answer.”
The three looked forward, but the various symbols and shapes on the ground made it impossible to see what Owen’s answer was.
Santa was embarrassed: was the gap really that big?
Owen Bertram walked to the iron door and connected the various patterns on it with various lines.
As the last stroke fell, there was a click sound from inside the door, as if a latch had sprung open.
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