A rumbling sound erupted...
Little Black seed to sense sothing and beca even more excited, wagging its tail incessantly.
In the next mont, a secret compartnt popped out from the bookshelf, a gleam flickering in Irving's eyes.
This hall was the core of the entire castle, and The Brotherhood of Night Blades had taken over the twelve guilds nearby, undoubtedly looting a lot of resources from them.
The secret compartnt was not large, only about thirty centiters.
However, as Irving looked inside, the smile on his face gradually faded.
Were it not for Little Black's [Hellish Scent] skill, this secret compartnt would have been nearly impossible to discover. He had thought sothing hidden so well must be a treasure, but instead... inside the compartnt was rely a tattered sheepskin scroll.
"What a waste of effort." Irving shook his head, expressing his disappointnt.
The sheepskin scroll looked no different from the traps and architectural blueprints on the bookshelf, and it appeared even older and more dilapidated, as if it had been retrieved from a trash bin.
With patience, Irving took out the sheepskin scroll. It was covered with densely packed, strange symbols, and beneath them were nurous lines, sowhat resembling a map.
Although he couldn't understand the aning of those strange symbols, he could sense that there was a unique power embedded within the text.
"This scroll seems different from the blueprints; it must be pointing to so place..." Irving thought to himself.
He gradually realized that the sheepskin scroll was not as simple as it seed.
Given that Duncan had specifically hidden it in a secret compartnt within the hall, its importance was evident.
[Congratulations, player, you have obtained the "Lost Legacy Scroll"]
[Description: This scroll is a relic of an ancient race from Blue Star. By following the guidance within the scroll to locate the indicated ruins and passing the tests, one has the opportunity to obtain the legacy of this ancient race...]
As the system prompt echoed, Irving looked at the description before him, his brows gradually furrowing.
"An ancient race?"
Irving fell into deep thought. He had once watched a science program that suggested humans were not the only intelligent race to appear on Blue Star.
Millions of years ago, when the ancestors of humans were still groping their way through primordial forests, continuously evolving, it was very likely that this ancient land had once harbored another group of mysterious deities, perhaps possessing technology beyond human imagination.
But as ti passed and history shifted, they were buried deep within the sands of ti.
Though this theory was speculative, it was not without basis. Scientists had discovered traces left by ancient races on Blue Star, but the span of millions of years made it nearly impossible to verify...
Holding the worn sheepskin scroll, Irving felt an indescribable premonition. This ancient race might very well have been the rulers of Blue Star millions of years ago.
And the legacy they left behind must be incredibly powerful!
"These peculiar symbols must be the language of that ancient race." Irving deduced, looking at the edge of the sheepskin scroll and suddenly noticing signs of tearing.
The scroll was incomplete!
In other words, the sheepskin scroll in Irving's hand was only part of a larger whole.
"Irving!" A sudden shout from outside the hall interrupted Irving's thoughts. Jas hurried in from the outside, looking rather flustered.
Pulling himself back from his thoughts, Irving tucked away the sheepskin scroll and restored the hidden compartnt in the bookshelf before he turned and left the small chamber.
Jas ca in, looking excited. "Irving." he said, "while I was leading a cleaning crew through the castle, we discovered a warehouse. Guess what we found inside?"
Irving smiled. As a shelter for The Brotherhood of Night Blades, it was expected that they stored all the spoils they had collected here. Having a dedicated warehouse was hardly surprising.
"Stop beating around the bush. What did you find?" Irving said.
Ever since the start of the ga with the [Tenfold Explosion Rate] bonus, he earned nurous pieces of equipnt from every disaster round by defeating the exotic beasts. Consequently, he wasn't interested in the ordinary equipnt and materials collected by The Brotherhood of Night Blades.
"A whopping three hundred sets of high-level equipnt." Jas reminded, unable to hide his excitent, "Not three hundred pieces, but three hundred sets! All for warrior-class, from boots and armor to helts and weapons, all perfect sets."
If we're talking about the total number of individual items, it would exceed a thousand.
Irving wasn't particularly interested in high-level equipnt. However, when he heard that these were all complete sets, his expression beca complicated.
Three hundred sets of equipnt ant that a powerful army of three hundred could be ard instantly.
"What were they planning to do with all these matching sets of equipnt?" Irving wondered.
At this, the smile on Jas' face gradually faded. "I rember during our combat with the mbers of The Brotherhood of Night Blades, not everyone had a complete set of equipnt, and their gear's quality varied… But with so many sets of equipnt in their warehouse, why didn't they use it?"
The Brotherhood of Night Blades had over four hundred mbers, a formidable force compared to other guilds. Of course, a guild's strength depended not only on the number of its players but also on their capabilities.
Duncan himself was a powerful warrior who had reached the "Trainee Hero" stage, and on top of that, there were four Mage Elders, which explained why they were able to dominate twelve guilds in such a short ti.
"They have so much equipnt, but they didn't distribute it to their mbers." Irving's lips curled up slightly, "Which ans these sets of equipnt weren't prepared for themselves."
At Irving's words, Jas' expression faltered. On being reminded, the sa thought occurred to him.
Night Blades!
The Brotherhood of Night Blades was a dostic branch dispatched by the Night Blades, and their unified tattoos were a clear indication of this.
"Given these circumstances, it seems that the Night Blades have been scheming sothing recently." Jas paused for a mont before continuing, "I've received so information from certain channels that suggest so families in the capital city have been in close contact with foreign forces, which might be related to this matter..."
There have already been uprisings in several places abroad, with so nations even experiencing governnt overthrows.
"Irving, to my knowledge, the situation dostically isn't that stable either... especially in the border areas, where so cities have already broken away from official control." Jas said with a sigh.
The capital city is the core of the nation. While residents here are aware of the ga "the Other World," their lives have largely remained unchanged. The authorities have strictly ordered a blackout on negative news to prevent panic, making it difficult for ordinary people to be inford.
The world is already in chaos even before the apocalypse has truly descended. One can only imagine the upheaval when the Dark Overlord eventually arrives on Blue Star.
"Alright, this isn't sothing that concerns us directly for now." Irving said gravely. "All the equipnt found in the warehouse will be handed over to you and the Green Ivy Group. Make sure to recruit more players in the coming days."
"Rember what I told you: every player must be rigorously screened!"
The number of players in a guild isn't the absolute factor. If the recruits are cowardly and useless, having more of them is aningless.
Facing the Brotherhood of Night Blades and the nurous families coming to their aid could an risking their lives at any mont. Despite this dire situation, Jas chose not to flee.
After this battle, Irving recognized Jas' loyalty.
In an apocalyptic scenario, it's crucial to establish one's own power. However, Irving didn't have the ti to manage the guild's daily affairs, making the Green Ivy Group the best option for now.
"Irving, what should we do with this castle?" Jas glanced at the grand hall and sighed. "It's a pity to lose such a fine place."
Although the Brotherhood of Night Blades had been eliminated, it wouldn't be long before the Night Blades learned about it. Leaving the castle as it was posed a significant risk.
"If push cos to shove, once we've moved all the supplies, I'll send people to destroy it thoroughly. We can't leave it for those bastards!" Jas declared.
Irving didn't respond.
He realized that Jas was unaware that this Shelter could be[occupy].
According to the system chanics, the[occupy]option is triggered only when a player kills the Shelter's owner.
For Irving, this impenetrable castle was practically a free gift. The Brotherhood of Night Blades had invested so much effort into building it, never imagining it would ultimately fall into his hands.
"After we've collected all the supplies, send so players to repair this castle, restoring it as much as possible." Irving pointed to the bookshelf in the side hall and continued."There are so construction blueprints up there. Build anything useful from those."
"Huh?" Jas was taken aback.
"Alright, just follow my instructions. Leave these tasks to you, and ensure the repairs are completed before the third disaster wave hits." Irving smiled slightly and then turned to leave.
The third disaster wave would be Blue Star's final test, and having this castle would significantly enhance their safety.
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