The ancient royal family and nobles always kept some treasures in their tombs. In case their descendants fall, using the passphrase passed down, the useless descendants can still take out some treasures from the tombs of their ancestors for money.
However, considering that passing on from generation to generation will lead to the loss of information, in order to prevent the descendants of the tomb owner from being killed by mistake, the pain lock will only vaguely acquire the general idea. While Nemo didn't know how Adrian did it, their knight commander did get the right answer—
Seeing that everyone had no intention of moving forward, the Lock of Pain flattened itself into a palm-thin layer and quietly stuck to the cold and hard tomb tunnel. Sticky pieces of meat covered the delicate reliefs on the walls of the tomb, and several red eyeballs were still staring at Adrian.
But the narrow passage suddenly became a lot wider.
"Mr. Cross, how did you know the answer?" Oliver asked directly.
"Speculation." The knight commander said softly. "If the information you provided is correct, then Medes came here alone after the death of Sonia Ramon and sealed herself in the ancient tomb. Coupled with the attributes of this pain lock, I think it is worth a try. ."
"I haven't heard that the old men of the Rad Sect love to dig people's graves. Where did you get the information about the Chain of Pain?" An used his fingers to quickly wipe the pieces of meat sticking to the wall.
"In your previous status, it's normal not to have access."
Adrian lowered his eyes: "In the past, the low-level church popularly raised and improved the pain locks, and let the folk monks bear their penances. It is more sensitive to human pain than any living creature, and some people like to call it 'speechless' Confessor'."
"However, this method belongs to the evil way of the people. Once the chain of pain grows too large, it will still be dangerous to people. After the current Pope took office, this practice was explicitly prohibited. Today, this form of practice probably only exists in remote areas. I've dealt with a lot of tragedies when the locks of pain get out of hand."
Nemo didn't care much about the source of the intelligence: "So, Medes 'betrayed' Oliver's father or mother?"
"At least Mr. Medes himself thinks so, and he is in great pain." The knight commander took the lead through the corridor covered with pain locks, and the soles of his hard boots crushed sticky pieces of meat. "It seems he doesn't mind talking to a visitor who 'knows his pain'."
Fortunately, Tumbleweed has members who can detect the breath of life, which definitely saves a lot of time for their exploration - Medes did not lock himself in the main tomb of this ancient tomb. The necromancer obviously did not want to disturb the sleep of the tomb owner, so he chose a dark and narrow room from the bottom of the tomb.
When Nemo stood before the narrow door, he even doubted his own judgment for a time.
"Mr. Meders, we want to talk to you." Oliver tried to push the stone door.
Dark, pale blue flames danced on the stone platform jutting out of the wall. Skeletons in simple clothes wandered silently, performing their duties, tacitly ignoring them. Oliver's voice echoed in the dark corridor, mixed with the clicking of bones, and the atmosphere became a little gloomy.
Shimen did not respond to the outgoing.
"His reaction was too quiet." Nemo probed carefully. "Mr. Medes seems... motionless, and the magical fluctuations emanating are very gentle."
"That means our necromancer is sleeping?" An Zai sneezed in the turbid and cold air and rubbed his nose.
"This door is unlocked." Jesse knocked on the thick slate. "Look, Mr. Ramon, this is my job."
"Mr. Meders, there is a young girl who is suffering from Trent blight. We know that you have dealt with this disease." Oliver hesitated for a moment and decided not to reveal his identity. "Can you hear me, Mr. Meders?"
However, the only answer to him was silence.
"Jesse is right, the door isn't locked, and it doesn't look like there's a trap." Nemo took a breath. "Oli, he still doesn't seem to wake up... I'm going in."
Nemo directed the black shadow to drill into the gap of the stone gate, and with the loud sound of the stone rubbing, the stone gate slowly slid open. To his surprise, there was a dim light from the crack of the door, as if someone had placed a pale candle that was about to go out in a dark room.
"I'll go check it out first." This time Nemo's voice revealed a hint of doubt, and Oliver nodded calmly.
Trying to ignore the beating heartbeat, Nemo gritted his teeth, grabbed his staff, and carefully squeezed into the small room.
Then he shivered in place.
The interior of the stone chamber exudes a strong sense of disobedience—
This room is about 50 square meters, and two-thirds of it is a normal masonry floor, while the one-half farthest from the door is filled with a rectangular deep pit, which is densely listed with countless white bones.
The part on the floor is much more normal, a simple stone bed, a stone table that can be used as a desk. There was still a thick layer of parchment on the stone platform, the white feathers were looming in the shadows, and the dry ink bottle had a strange fishy smell.
Adjacent to the stone platform, two bedside cabinets made of dead bones lay quietly beside the bed, and on one of them there was a rough earth vase, and the flowers in it had long since dried up. The coat rack, which was transformed from a branch, stood quietly beside the bone pit, and two dark robes of indistinguishable styles were loosely placed on it.
In the part of the "normal room", there are things that emit a strong abnormal atmosphere.
The lighting object here is not a magic lamp, but a skull floating slowly in the air. These skulls, without their jaws, hung upside down, and the skull cavity was filled with liquid-like silver light. They floated ghostly over the room, a liquid or solid "light" that swayed slowly with the movements of the skull without leaking or dripping from the skull's eyeholes.
This luminous substance is a little familiar, and it is very similar to the books that record thoughts in the solitary room of Clementine College.
Another inexplicable thing was two dull stone jars, from which Nemo could smell a strange smell—smells like some sort of pickle, but occasionally made the sound of churning water, and even a slight hint of it. pulsation.
He decided not to ponder what was inside for the time being.
The last one is Medes himself.
Maybe it's not quite accurate to say "I", the thing lying on the stone bed has nothing to do with normal humans. The skeleton was scattered on the stone bed, and the pale bones were covered with spells. There was a faint red light from the hollow eyes of the skull, and it was like breathing on and off.
The other four of Tumbleweed probed their heads into the room. Nemo hurriedly made a gesture and asked his companions to retract their heads. This room was really too weird. He decided to wake up Medes first and make sure of the other Case.
"Mr. Meders." Nemo stretched out hesitantly and poked the skull's humerus lightly.
The skeleton on the stone bed trembled slightly, but the bones had no intention of gathering.
"Hello, Mr. Meders." Nemo raised his voice.
Finally, the skull with blood-red light in its eyes turned around, and the red light inside was still weak. Its jaws opened slightly and uttered a word.
"...five more minutes of sleep..." The Tin Soldier's Necromancer responded vaguely.
Nemo: "… "
He took a deep breath and simply tapped the humerus that had just been poked: "Mr. Medes, we have something important to visit."
"Don't look for me, go to Flint for non-delegation affairs. I'll sleep again..." This time Medes woke up as soon as he spoke. The bones scattered on the stone bed flew up by themselves, forming a complete skeleton, and the red light of the eye hole in the skull was brilliant—
Balthazar Medes woke up.
"Oh, visitor." After waking up, his voice was a bit hollow. "What are you doing?"
"There is a young girl who has Trent blight, and her condition is currently suppressed. We understand that you have treated a similar case, so come..."
"Thank you for being here, um, I'll put on some clothes first." Medes snapped his jaws open and closed, interrupting Nemo's words simply, but he didn't sound much angry. "I don't like talking to people naked."
Nemo turned around silently.
minutes later.
"As you can see, there are no chairs for guests, and there is no tea." Medes put on his robes, and the emblem of the engraved tin soldier's mark flashed on the robe. "Sit over there, young man, and your companions can come in and sit too—since you can come here, I won't tell you."
He put on his air and coughed a few times: "But you have to be prepared for disappointment, I did do some research on Trent blight. But I never found a cure for it. To be honest, young man... If I didn't I guess it is wrong, the most that can be done outside is to suppress its outbreak."
"How do you know..." Nemo's eyes continued to drift in the direction of the Bone Pit, and his companions squeezed in one by one like groundhogs squeezing out of their burrows. Nemo subconsciously turned his attention to Oliver when he noticed that the tumbleweeds were all crowded into the room.
Oliver stood in the shadows and gave him a smile.
"Because I'm a genius, and I've never stopped researching it." Medes answered Nemo's question rambled, sounding quite proud. "Okay, don't look at that pile of bones, those are the burial bodies I collected from the main burial chamber, not fresh—if you're worried about that. Now tell me about the little girl and let me see what's there I can do it."
"She said that she had to drink the potion nine times a day to survive, and the onset of Trent blight was fixed at the infectious stage." Before Nemo could speak, Ann made a sound.
"… If what you want is a cure, I can't help her. My research is in the other direction, but if you have the formula for that drug, I can reduce the number of doses to a few times or less, and let that The little girl suffers less." Medes tapped his skull with his phalanx. "Trent blight is such a scary thing, and once you get it, no one can escape it."
"Someone escaped." Oliver in the corner spoke calmly.
"It's mostly a rumor." Medes waved impatiently. "From the first year of this disease, there have been liars who are swaying around under the banner of cure."
"No, I mean myself. I was a patient." Oliver stepped forward.
For the first time, Meders turned his gaze to Oliver's direction, and the silvery skull approached Oliver, illuminating his face.
Then he was silent for a long time. After a long period of silence, the scarlet rays of light could not stop blinking in the hollow eyes of the dead bones: "Your name?"
"Oliver Ramon." Oliver sighed, pulled away Jesse who was standing in front of him, stood in front of the Necromancer, and gave a standard battle salute.
"...Or Oliver Lopez. The only son of Flint Lopez and Sonia Ramon. Mr. Medes, I'm sorry we didn't explain everything at first—except the Trent blight information, If I could, I would like to know what happened that year."
Medes didn't answer him.
The feeling of laziness, publicity and inconsistency on the Necromancer disappeared in an instant, and he just stared at Oliver. There was no emotion on the face that had no flesh.
At the same time, there was a loud noise not far above their heads, and Nemo hurriedly launched a probe—
The size of the pain lock has soared by a full amount compared to when they first met, filling half of the corridor directly, and even cracking the solid rock wall.
"It's up to you," Medes muttered, his voice choked, the boneless bones unable to shed tears.
"... How thoroughly I was wrong, Captain."