After cleaning off the thick layer of black ash on the surface, the palm-sized holy emblem made of brass finally revealed its true appearance.

The front of it is a jawless skull with a black background, and the back is written in Common Language: Surrender to the supreme power of Dark Sun, mortals.

"Fuck! What bad luck!"

After seeing the true appearance of the holy emblem, Zuo Si immediately threw it away without hesitation.

Obviously, this holy emblem represents Cyric, who was granted all the duties of the three gods of death by the god Io because he found the Stone of Destiny in the turbulent years not long ago (1358DR), and jumped from a mortal to the throne of powerful god.

It is also known as the "King of Lies", "the ruler of all disputes, conspiracies and death", and "the root of chaos".

In another seven or eight years, he should have created the famous artifact, "The Book of Cyric", and then he would have gone completely crazy after accidentally taking a look at it.

Zuo Si was filled with contempt from the bottom of his heart for this capricious god, whose doctrines and actions were like those of a lunatic.

One even felt that Io, the God Among Gods, must have been blind to have promoted such a thing to the position of a powerful god.

Accidentally touching his holy symbol is about as disgusting as walking in dog shit.

Similarly, Zuo Si no longer had any sympathy or pity for those guys killed by Alena.

Because anyone who can hang out with Priest Xirik is definitely not a good person.

Every one of them absolutely deserved to die.

Just as Zuo Si was about to take everyone back to the city, Alena suddenly held up a small metal box that was intact and shouted, "Look! What did I find?"

"What is it?"

Zuo Si asked subconsciously.

"A sealed container protected by powerful magical power! I can guarantee that there is something of great value inside."

As she said that, Alena threw the entire box over without hesitation.

Zuo Si hurriedly reached out to take it, but was nearly knocked over by the weight of the thing.

After he steadied himself, he discovered that the metal box was made of the heaviest, hardest, and most expensive metal in Faerun—fine gold.

In addition, the sides, bottom and lid of this square box, which is ten centimeters long, wide and high, are densely engraved with magical runes symbolizing the power of the gods.

Just by holding it in my hand, I could feel some kind of energy enveloping the entire box, without even the slightest gap.

"Where did this thing come from?" Zuo Si's expression suddenly became serious.

Although he had not come into contact with many divine items, he realized that this thing was definitely not ordinary.

Alena pointed at the three unlucky guys who were initially killed by the Fireball and said, “We found them next to this guy who looked like a wizard.

He seemed to be carrying a dimensional bag with him.

But when he fell, he seemed to have accidentally turned the entire dimensional bag upside down, and all the things inside were scattered all over the floor.

In addition, I also found a fireproof and waterproof spell book, a fireproof and waterproof scroll box with about ten arcane magic scrolls in it, and a staff that can cast [Mage Armor] and [Protection from Arrows] once a day.

Finally, there is a +2 defense amulet and a [Stoneskin Ring].

Unfortunately, it was not put to use and was burned to death by the fireball I cast."

After taking a look at these magical items, Zuo Si immediately frowned and asked, "Are there no notes or anything like that left behind?"

"Sorry, it seems not. Because the dimensional bag has been completely destroyed by something sharp. Even if there are other things stored in it, they must have disappeared now." Alena spread her hands innocently.

As we all know, although the dimensional bag is quite convenient to use, it is actually equivalent to an entrance to another dimension.

Whether it is overweight or scratched by a sharp object, the magical stability of the entrance will be immediately destroyed, eventually leading to catastrophic consequences.

As for what's inside...

Of course, for those powerful spellcasters who can cast the ninth-ring magic - the wishing spell, or who can capture and imprison the giant nobles.

Perhaps you can even retrieve one or two of the most valuable items through the nearly omnipotent “wishing”.

"I think we may be in trouble! Gather up the bodies and destroy them immediately."

Zuo Si immediately made a rational judgment.

Whether it is Xirik's priest or the obviously extraordinary adamantine box in his hand, both prove that this adventure team is not simple.

Maybe they are carrying out some very important transportation and escort tasks.

But considering that he will soon leave Port Calin with the caravan, there is no need to worry too much. Just cover it up a little.

Following Zuo Si's order, the energetic little werewolf immediately took action.

Not only did they burn the bodies completely with fire, they also crushed the charred bodies into a pile of unrecognizable ashes and buried them in the woods several kilometers away.

As for the traces left by the battle, they were completely covered up by turning over the soil.

After doing all this, Zuo Si breathed a sigh of relief. He activated a magic scroll and added a second-level spell [Conceal Object] to the almighty gold box to ensure that it would not be detected or located by any language magic.

Then he threw it directly into the dimensional bag he carried with him, planning to study it slowly when he had time.

…

At the same time, in the villa area where wealthy businessmen gathered in Port Kalin.

In a two-story white and gorgeous house, a man was walking around the room anxiously.

His spirit was so tense and anxious that he would look up every few seconds at the exquisite clock he bought at a high price from the Church of Gund, the god of creation and invention.

Another woman in leather armor next to him seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and immediately consoled him, "Relax, Malik. My men are all elite soldiers and there will be no accidents with the goods being transported. In ten minutes at most, they will deliver the thing to you."

"But you said the same thing ten minutes ago! But they haven't shown up yet! You know, the things in the box took me more than a year to get, and I plan to offer them as a gift to the Great Lord of Lies on the Holy Day. If anything goes wrong, not only will I be punished, but you and your men will all die as well."

The man called Malik roared excitedly.

Judging from the holy emblem he wears, his status in the Church of Cyric is quite high, even above many high-ranking priests.

Usually, such a special identity often means one thing, that is, God's chosen people.

In the continent of Faerun, the most famous gods' chosen ones are Elminster, the chosen one of the goddess of magic, and the Seven Sisters of the North.

But in fact, almost all gods have more than one elect of their own.

However, they are not as generous as the Goddess of Magic, who would bestow the [Silver Fire] which symbolizes divine power on the chosen ones. Instead, they only grant some additional knowledge, divine arts or spell-like abilities.

Especially the lunatic Xirik, who was very arbitrary when selecting voters.

As long as you demonstrate outstanding ability to deceive and lie, you may gain his favor and blessing.

"Calm down, dear friend! When have I ever let you down..."

Before the woman could finish her words, a thief jumped out of the darkness and whispered something in her ear.

Then, the smile on her face froze. She suddenly grabbed her subordinate by the collar and slammed him against the wall behind her, roaring angrily, "Investigate! Investigate at all costs! Were those bastards killed or did they escape with the goods? Remember! You only have 24 hours!"

"What? My goods are lost!" Malik's voice suddenly rose octaves.

"No! It's not lost! There was just a little problem! Don't worry, I'll take care of it soon," the woman corrected with a gloomy face.

(End of this chapter)