Chapter 42

Cnidus Continent, Underground Palace

Three days had passed since Lannuo and Roshia fell into the coffin, and Martin had also been in the underground palace for three days.

After being trapped outside the coffin and having a bump on his head, Martin circled around the tightly closed coffin, but couldn't open it. He fumbled around inside the underground palace, trying to find a way out, but to no avail.

"Forget it, forget it. I'll just wait here. Lannuo and Luoshia are so powerful, they will definitely come back to find me. What if I run around and miss them?"

Thinking of this, Martin took out a recliner, a barbecue, a crucible and a portable tent from his storage ring and set them down in front of the coffin, glancing at it from time to time, fearing that he would be left behind.

On the first day, Martin cooked three pots of magic potion and ate lamb chops, grilled fish with lemon, herb wine, and small cakes.

The next day, Martin, who still didn't see his companions, was a little panicked, a little anxious, and a little scared. He turned his stress into appetite and ate happily. He then made a magic potion to digest food, but it exploded because of his absent-mindedness.

On the third day, Martin was so anxious that he couldn't sleep. He even knew exactly how many bricks there were in the underground palace. He packed up all his belongings, ate a few bites of bread, and wrote his suicide note while crying.

“Wuwuwu, I am a member of the Holy Spirit Potion Society, a genius alchemist, and the heir of the ‘Divine Protection’, but I am trapped in the underground palace and can never get out again. Wuwuwu…”

"Wuwuwu, my ideal, my great research... It seems that I have no choice but to leave my life experience here and pass it on to those who come after me."

"Damn it! The adventurer behind us got a great deal of advantage!"

Martin folded the pitiful three pages of "Potions Experience" neatly, which contained only a self-introduction and boasting. He stroked it reluctantly and looked around, trying to find a suitable place to put it.

"Just put it in ..."

“Boom!”

It was the sound of something hitting the stone wall with great force.

"Lano?"

Martin's eyes lit up, he looked excited, and was about to step forward.

"Damn it, why can't this secret passage be opened?"

"Stupid, try harder! Didn't you eat?"

"Yes, yes, increase the arcane output, blast it for me!"

Martin's face was beaming with joy, but he turned his footsteps and squatted anxiously beside the coffin, muttering in a low voice: "What should I do? The people outside got angry when they heard about this. They are not friendly. Lannuo, Luoshia, where are you? If you don't come, poor Martin will be in an accident!!"

Just as his face turned pale and he was trying desperately to pry open the coffin lid, he felt his men trembling.

“Bang, bang—”

“Dongdong——”

In front of him, there was an unknown noise coming from the coffin, and there was a 50% chance that it was his companion;

Behind him, there were incessant arcane bombardments from outside the stone wall, and there was a risk of someone breaking in at any time.

Martin hesitated for a moment, neither moving forward nor backward. He chose to kneel down slowly and pray to the gods in the most standard and pious posture.

"...Martin, what are you doing?"

Jiang Zhulang emerged from the underground ruins and pushed open the coffin lid above his head. He immediately saw Martin, who was kneeling on the ground praying with his eyes closed.

Then, hearing the loud noise coming from the secret passage, Jiang Zhulang's face froze. He grabbed Martin by the collar and dragged him into the coffin, then closed the lid.

“Ahhhhhh help me—Mmmmm!”

"Shut up, open your eyes and take a good look!"

Looking at Martin's tearful face, Jiang Zhulang's eyes twitched. He took out a long piece of bread from his storage ring and stuffed it into his mouth to stop him from screaming.

“Hmm.”

Martin chewed his food instinctively, then opened his eyes and saw the giant skeleton beneath him. He stared again and almost rolled his eyes.

Jiang Zhulang: "?? Don't stick your butt out!"

No matter how he shook Martin, he didn't blink. Seeing this, Roshia said, "Let me shoot him."

Martin: “I’m awake, haha.”

Jiang Zhulang was speechless. He ignored his playfulness and asked, "Who is that person outside?"

Martin shook his head. After a loud noise and trembling, someone broke in.

Jiang Zhulang moved closer and tried to hear something through the thin coffin board.

“…”

"The Warlock King... the ruins..."

"Find it for me!"

Soon, the intruders reached the coffin and began banging on it.

Martin was so nervous that his face turned pale. He tugged at Jiang Zhulang's sleeve and signaled with his eyes: "What should we do? Will they come down? Can we defeat them? Or let's run!"

His look was too complicated, Jiang Zhulang didn't understand it at all, so he patted him perfunctorily to comfort him.

A new round of bombing began, but unlike the secret passage door, this seemingly ordinary coffin remained intact after several bombings without any change.

After realizing this, Martin went from being anxious and fearful to being relaxed and at ease. He even had the leisure to quietly comment, "This group of people is no good. They're already tired after just a short while?"

"By the way, Lan Nuo, did you not understand what I meant just now? Think about it, why are we so out of sync?"

Ignoring him, Jiang Zhulang roughly estimated the number of people, nodded to Luo Xia, and pulled Martin to make way.

The next moment, the skeleton giant removed a rib, placed the three people on it, and stuck them in the darkness. Then, he opened the coffin lid and came out, scaring the intruders to scream.

It knocked one man unconscious with one slap, and the fight was over in no time.

"Let's go." Jiang Zhulang walked out first, and stripped off the intruders' black robes and hoods one by one. When he saw a young man with gorgeous clothes and long light golden hair, he paused slightly and raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, this person... why does he look familiar?" Martin came over and called out to Roshia, "Roshia, come and take a look. Doesn't this person look a bit like that hot blonde beauty? But she's a bit ugly."

Luo Xiya frowned, "Yeah."

Jiang Zhulang also nodded and said, "Indeed, they are similar. Maybe they are related by blood."

Martin: "What?! This blond beauty looks so young, but she already has a son this big???"

Jiang Zhulang: “???”

Luoshia: "..."

Perhaps it was because of the same "looking at a fool" look on their faces that Martin finally reacted, "Oh, is this his brother? Then this brother is not good. His face is not as pretty as his brother's, he is short, and his complexion doesn't look good either."

Jiang Zhulang shrugged: "Maybe."

Although he knew who it was, he couldn't show it too obviously.

He suddenly wanted to know how Cross would react if he were brought before him.

Imagine that scene. Jiang Zhulang decided to be a kind person and not provoke him.

While lost in thought, Jiang Zhulang searched the boy's body and quickly pulled out three wallets and a tattoo on his chest that he had accidentally revealed.

"Is this... a tattoo of the Holy Spirit Medicine Society?"

“What? Is this guy from our Pharmacy Guild?” Martin came over and carefully compared the tattoos on himself, Jiang Zhulang and the boy, and concluded: “It’s true! But I’ve been in the Pharmacy Guild for so many years, why haven’t I seen him before? Could he be a new member? But it’s not time for the initiation ceremony yet…”

Martin muttered, "Is he a fake?"

"Lan Nuo, take a look at this." Luo Xia interrupted his mumbling, took out a very familiar black wooden box from his wallet, and handed it to Jiang Zhulang.

Jiang Zhulang could hardly control his expression and laughed out loud.

Oh my god, how could there be such a stupid person? Not only is he a weakling, but his hired men are also weak. Not only that, he even put the key props on himself...

He didn't know what to say.

Jiang Zhulang lowered his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows on his face, covering up his slightly awkward expression.

He said slowly: "This is not..."

Roshia replied: “Yes.”

"What is it? What kind of nonsense are you two talking about?" Martin interrupted unhappily.

Good, Martin, you really hit the nail on the head!

To prevent readers from forgetting, Jiang Zhulang recounted in detail the scene he and Luo Xia had secretly witnessed around the corner of the wall.

Martin: "So, there is some kind of secret between the School of Warlocks and the Holy Spirit Potion? Oh, you must have never heard of a rumor about the Holy Spirit Potion. It is said that there is another secret organization hidden underground in the Potion. Anyone who has discovered its secrets has disappeared inexplicably. It is said that someone once heard a scream coming from underground, and that person disappeared not long after!"

Jiang Zhulang smiled, silently gave Martin a thumbs up in his heart, and thought: Who would have thought that it wouldn’t be long before you would join that organization.

Of course, he would.

Jiang Zhulang put on a surprised expression and tried to pry open the wooden box.

——It failed as expected.

"There's no point in thinking too much. Let's just go first. What if they wake up?"

After returning the wooden box to its original owner and helping the young man tighten his clothes, Jiang Zhulang stood up and urged him on.

"Yeah, what does any secret or conspiracy have to do with us? That's the headache for the big shots above. Even if the sky falls, there are still tall people to hold it up, hahaha." Martin smiled and stopped hesitating. He followed Jiang Zhulang and Luo Xia's footsteps, stepped into the coffin, and was led to the exit by the white-bone giant.

"Oh, oh, do you know how I spent the past three days? Tell me, what did you two do behind my back? What is this cool skeleton? What did you get?"

Facing his gaze that seemed to be looking at a traitor and his barrage of questions, Jiang Zhulang felt helpless, "Compared to these unimportant things..."

"This is very important! Tell me, have you and Roshia been alone together? Leaving behind poor Martin, the two of you, for three days and three nights, all alone..."

"Shut up!" After hitting him on the head, Jiang Zhulang said, "I think I found the formula for refining the 'Mushroom Growth Potion'."

Martin jumped up and down in joy.

"How?"

"Hydrangea. I found the mutated Hydrangea that the boarder mentioned. Its characteristics are exactly as she said. However, in order to find you, I have not yet found out the reason for this mutation."

Jiang Zhulang took out a small tube of brewed potion from the storage ring and handed it to him. He pushed open the stone slab at the exit and was about to step forward.

"careful."

Luo Xia, who had been silent all this time, spoke up and raised his hand to protect his forehead, successfully preventing Jiang Zhulang from getting a bump on his forehead.

After thanking Roshia, Jiang Zhulang returned to the magical honeysuckle field. Before he could sigh, he saw Martin rushing up like a wild horse.

Jiang Zhulang: ...