Francesca let out a sigh of relief as she watched the mysterious magic runes floating around the treasure house flash by.

She wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead with her fair palm, turned to Toruvir and said, "It's OK, Sir Toruvir, the space seal is complete, I will open the treasure house now."

"The door of this treasure house was originally powered by magic nodes and could only be opened by a special spell cast by an elven warlock. That is why it has been preserved intact for thousands of years."

"When the human army attacked, they probably didn't take anything from here."

"If you want to open it now, I must inject magic power into it myself."

The elven sorceress explained a few words, then gently raised her right hand. Her slender fingers flickered with magical light. She drew an extremely complex magic rune in the air and chanted an awkward spell in ancient elven language.

As she spoke, a powerful magical power was slowly injected into the metal door of the treasure house under her command.

Amid the humming sound, a rune in the ancient elven language also lit up on the metal door of the treasury. The continuous infusion of chaos magic made the magic rune on the metal door brighter and brighter.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! It was not until Francesca had input enough magic power that the door of the treasure house, which had been sealed for thousands of years, officially opened with a mechanical click.

When the dust settled and Toruviel saw the items in the treasury, she immediately covered her mouth in surprise.

Under the illumination of several people's torches, ten huge treasure chests were quietly placed in the center of the treasury. Countless gold and jewels were piled in the treasure chests. Even after thousands of years, they still emitted an alluring light.

Even a farmer who has never seen the world can imagine what a huge fortune this is after seeing these gold and jewels.

However, unlike ordinary elves like Toruveil, Francesca did not show any surprise after seeing the gold, but shook her head with a sigh.

For the current elves, this gold does not have much value, just like the Elf Empire in the past, they possessed wealth worth more than tens of millions.

The splendid and beautiful elven cities are a miracle that cannot be compared with today's human towns. But even such a civilization was killed by barbaric humans and became a minority race like the dwarves.

In the face of violence, only violence can counter it.

Unfortunately, her fellow tribesmen understood this truth too late.

Francesca's eyes swept across the treasure chests until she saw the many magical equipment decorated on the walls and the four huge metal golems guarding the corners. She nodded slightly and pursed her lips.

This treasury was protected by magic. Although thousands of years had passed, the things inside were not damaged. Those ancient magic equipment and four powerful metal golems were indeed more valuable treasures.

She thought for a moment, then turned to Toruweil and said:

"Sir Toruvil, don't you have an agreement with the demon hunters to give them a quarter of the spoils?"

"Although this treasure trove originally belongs to us elves, we will have to wait until they come here next time."

"You can inform me and I will give them another generous reward."

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The next day, in the old city of Vizima.

Wayne put all his valuables into the magic pattern storage bag and hung it around his neck for close safekeeping.

He only put a small purse containing dozens of Orens into his waist bag as change for daily expenses.

As for the pile of snacks from another world, he carefully hid them under the bed and even cast an Aden seal so that he wouldn't have to worry about being discovered.

After getting the magic pattern storage bag, Wayne felt that his strength had also greatly improved. Of course, it was not an improvement in physical attributes and combat skills. The strength of a demon hunter depends to a large extent on external objects.

Sword oil, alchemical bombs, magic potions, powerful armor and swords are all part of a demon hunter's strength.

But with the magic pattern storage bag, all these problems were solved. Not only could Wayne carry all kinds of sword oils and potions with him, he could also store dozens of various types of alchemical bombs without having to worry about being discovered or damaged.

This undoubtedly greatly enhanced his ability to resist risks, and he was able to find appropriate solutions when faced with various emergencies.

Thinking of this, Wayne couldn't help but feel grateful for his good luck that he was able to draw a piece of space equipment so quickly.

After breakfast, he did not go to the town hall to deal with the house purchase matter, but asked the slightly hungover Geralt for a design drawing of the Wolf School's master-level silver sword.

This thing does not have a finished product, but is a replica that Geralt drew by hand according to his own memory.

The main thing is the design concept of the sword, the equipment appearance and the material configuration diagram. Because the requirements are extremely strict, it must be completed by a master blacksmith with superb skills.

Although the master-level silver sword is not the best sword in the Wolf School, compared to the master-level equipment, it is cheaper, the materials are easier to find, it is more convenient to repair, and it is more suitable for use in ordinary tasks.

Wayne didn't want that. After he used his master-level equipment to kill a few monsters, he found that the reward he got was not even enough to cover the repair fee.

After leaving the Fox Tavern, he followed the address given to him by Revarden and walked for more than ten minutes before arriving at a dwarf blacksmith shop in Vizima.

At this time, the blacksmith shop was still open. Three strong dwarves, wearing thin clothes and covered in sweat, were swinging huge hammers and hammering the iron blanks on the iron felt next to the furnace.

Judging from the shapes of those things, they should be knives and farm tools used by civilians.

This is normal. The blacksmith shops in the Middle Ages were not like those in the game, where they mainly produced weapons and armor. Their main job was to produce tools such as iron pots, kitchen knives, and hoes for farmers and residents.

After confirming the address was correct, Wayne, with a kind smile on his face, chose a young dwarf who looked the most honest among the three dwarves and asked, "Master Blacksmith, is Master O. Henry here?"

"I was introduced by his friend Mr. Revarden, and I wanted to entrust him to make some equipment for me."

The young dwarf who was questioned by Wayne was stunned for a moment, then he scratched his hair with his fingers covered with iron filings, and said naively: "Teacher O. Henry played Gwent all night last night, won our salary, and drank half a barrel of dark beer. He should not be awake yet."

"However, if you want him to make equipment for you, that is basically impossible."

"The equipment that the teacher made was never sold. He only made equipment for the people he chose. Even though many dwarf juniors begged him to do so, he never agreed."

Wayne frowned when he heard this. It seemed that it would be quite difficult to get a master-level silver sword from this master.

However, now that we are here, there is no reason to retreat. No matter whether we can succeed or not, we must always give it a try.

He kept smiling, handed the letter of introduction from Revarden to the young dwarf, and said, "It's okay, Master Blacksmith."

"I will wait here. When Master O. Henry wakes up, you can give him this letter for me."

"By the way, tell him that I'm a demon hunter who wants to forge a master sword. Whatever his requirements are, we can discuss them."

Wayne patted the young dwarf on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "My friend, please say a few good words for me. Whether it succeeds or not, I will invite you to the best tavern in the city and drink until you are satisfied."

When the young dwarf heard Wayne say that he would take him to the best tavern to drink until he was satisfied, his eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded hurriedly, saying naively: "Okay, you wait here."

"Actually, Master O. Henry is my uncle. I will ask him for you."

"As for whether he will give me this face, it depends on your luck."

(End of this chapter)