One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
One hour, two hours, three hours...
The sound of "click click" kept ringing. Richard had forgotten the time and kept twisting the Rubik's Cube. After an unknown amount of time, he stopped with a "click" sound, put the Rubik's Cube on the table, and spit it out. One breath.
He stood up and moved his sore body, and there was a series of bone ringing sounds all over his body.
"Huh, the recovery was finally successful." Richard said with bloodshot eyes. He picked up the Rubik's Cube again and looked at it. His eyes fell on the side full of long vertical lines. He tried to break it with a little force, "Click." With a sound, the Rubik's Cube cracked from the middle.
Richard saw that the inside of the Rubik's Cube was covered with a large number of complex gears. The structure was more complex than the Rubik's Cube on modern earth. At the core, there was a cavity the size of a lychee, and in the cavity was placed a cut piece of parchment.
Carefully take out the parchment and close the Rubik's Cube. After a while, the Rubik's Cube automatically returns to its first form of metal ball.
"Regardless of what is written on the parchment and what its use is, the design of the metal ball itself is of great use." Richard had this idea in his mind.
In order to prevent being forcibly dismantled and destroyed, the metal ball has a self-destruction method and can exert destructive power. Now that he has successfully cracked it, he can completely use the self-destruction method of this metal ball as a method of attack. If used well, no matter how powerful the wizard is, he will die with hatred.
Of course, how to achieve enough impact to excite the metal ball is a problem. How to ensure that the metal ball can be in a safe range when it self-destructs is the second question.
As Richard thought about it, he turned his hand and found something in his hand.
It was a blood-red bead the size of an eyeball. It was the Destruction Bead given by Old Malen and had been kept unused.
According to what Old Mullen said at the beginning, the power of the Destruction Pearl is enough to kill an official wizard instantly, and the attack power should be very strong.
So…
Richard looked at the blood-red bead of destruction and then at the dusty metal ball. His eyes flashed and he put both items into the space iron ring without saying anything.
Then Richard turned around and looked at the parchment taken out of the metal ball.
"Let's take a look at what's written on it. Let's see what information there is." As he spoke, Richard carefully opened the neatly cut and folded parchment, and saw the words written on it. There is a line of characters on it, like the name of a place.
His eyes flickered, and Richard read softly: "Brother Stock... Moore."
Stockholm
Richard frowned. There are very similar city names in modern Earth, but is there such a place in the current world
Have it? Maybe, but he'd never heard of it.
Could it be a name that once existed but is now deprecated
This possibility cannot be ruled out. After all, the metal ball contains the secret of the Black Spirit King, which has been packed in for hundreds of years.
In this case, there will be a problem.
If this place name was a relatively large city and had not suffered any wars or natural disasters, it might not change much. But if the name of a place is a remote town or a barren village, it would not be surprising if it changes its name to more than a dozen times - some nobles in the current world have a bad taste in that they like to add their own names to everything in their territory. For example, the city of Mux, the town of Alexandria, the village of Dex, the Ariules River, etc.
"Stockholm?" Richard muttered to himself, thinking in his mind, what does this place name represent, and why did he go to great lengths to hide it in the metal ball? Could it be the follow-up location of the Black Spirit King's treasure
No way? Could it be that the previous tomb was just the beginning, and there were more things behind it, and that what he had opened was a series of treasures
This is a bit exaggerated. Just to decipher the tomb, it took him a lot of energy and time. If it were an ordinary person, it would be almost impossible to decipher it. If the tomb is just the beginning, then what will happen next and beyond? And what could be hidden at the end of all this
As Richard was thinking about it, he kept saying: "Stockholm? Stockholm?"
The golden mask hanging on the wall heard it and interrupted: "Stockholm, this name sounds very familiar."
"Huh?" Richard looked at the golden mask, "Do you know this place?"
"Well, it should be." Golden Mask said to himself, "This name gives me a very familiar feeling, making me feel that I know where it is, but it seems that it has been too long and I can't remember it clearly. Let me think about it..."
"Okay." Richard said.
Golden Mask was silent and thought about it seriously.
Then…
One hour, two hours, three hours...
The golden mask remained motionless.
Four hours, five hours, six hours…
The golden mask remained silent.
Seven hours, eight hours, nine hours...
The golden mask still didn't move.
In the blink of an eye, one day later, Richard had adjusted his physical condition through rest, tried many times to improve the real spell barrage, and did some other tedious research.
After finishing these tasks, Richard walked to the front of the golden mask and saw that the golden mask was quiet and silent.
Richard knew that when he was thinking, he would ignore time, and he hated being disturbed. However, out of some concern, he reached out and tapped the golden mask, and asked aloud: "Bang! Are you... okay?" "
"I..." Golden Mask spoke, his voice a little slow, "I... don't know..."
It seems that something is wrong.
Richard narrowed his eyes and asked, "What place did you think of Stockholm?"
"Stock Mol? Stock... Moore?" The golden mask said in a long voice, paused, and said in a hurry with some pain, "I... I can't remember, I can't remember! I clearly remember it. , I really remember, but... I just can’t remember it! Let me think about it again, think about it again!”
"Uh, keep going, don't worry." Richard said, slowed down and left quietly.
In a blink of an eye, the next day.
Richard tapped the golden mask again and asked aloud: "How's it going? Have you figured it out?"
"Don't bother me! I'm thinking, I'm thinking! It'll be fine soon. I'll give you a little more time, a little more time! A little more!" Golden Mask shouted, his tone a little fiery.
"Uh, okay, you continue." Richard said calmly and left again.
The third day.
"Ah, right now, right now! I told you, just Ma Shan, don't rush, don't rush!" Before Richard could tap, Golden Mask shouted.
The fourth day.
"That's good, that's good, that's good..." The golden mask kept mumbling to himself.
The fifth day…
Day six…
The seventh day…
Golden Mask has been thinking about a place name for a full week, and his tone is becoming more irritable and painful day by day. It seems that he is no longer simply recalling a place name, but thinking about more important things.
Just like that, a week later, Richard asked the Golden Mask again: "Have you figured out the answer?"
After listening to Richard's words, Golden Mask did not answer, but asked a question: "Tell me, I... who am I?"
"Um?"
"Boy, tell me, who am I?" Golden Mask's tone became more serious and his voice became louder.
"You are the Golden Mask, the guardian of the palace in this world. Well, even though the palace has been demolished, you are still the one."
"No!" The golden mask loudly denied, the voice getting louder and louder, "No! No, no, no! What you said is wrong, what you said is just an identity, a name, a code name, an appearance! This is not me, this is not real me!"
"Then what is the real you?"
"Me! I... I don't know!" Golden Mask said with great excitement, "I only know that I am a sealed soul, but who was I before I was sealed, and why was I sealed? I should remember this, but... Forgot, damn it. Damn it! Can you... can you tell me?"
"Um, this..."