The twisted monster at the end of the tunnel staggered with incomprehensible words in his mouth.

Just by hearing that sound, an inexplicable sense of hunger will appear in my mind, bright red, sweet, with a scene of desolation and destruction.

Behind it, the remaining three ghouls had regained their morale, swinging their deformed limbs, and attacked the two people attached to both sides of the corridor exit...

Ed closed his eyes and tried his best to keep his mind free from the noise:

The appearance of the ghoul priest disrupted his tactical layout. Under the claw blade that was as powerful as a bullet, the passage in the northern corridor could no longer be held.

At this time, retreat will only turn into a fugitive. The ghoul's agile speed and dark suitability can easily catch up with the two in the tunnel and cannot escape.

"Go to the room to the east." He woke up the overwhelmed Catalina.

At the same time, Ed grabbed the oil tank on the ground with his right hand and threw it into the tunnel. He stretched out the wall with his left hand and fired a few shots, and threw the lighter out--

Of course, it is not expected that the oil tank can kill the opponent or seal them directly inside: the ghoul's hook claws can easily climb onto the rock wall and pass through the tunnel from the top.

But the flames ignited were enough to hinder the opponent's charge, and to gain time for them to safely retreat to the east room.

The door panel of the room on the east side is also a thick black iron door. Time has corroded its surface, making it dark red and worn, but still strong.

Ed and Catalina worked together to push the door back, and the rusty iron door panel let out a harsh metal scream, resisting their will.

Fortunately, at the last moment when the ghouls rush out of the passage, the iron gate finally closed completely. A bone claw hit it, buzzing and shaking, but it did not penetrate it.

The White Crow's cane gate was on the door panel, but suddenly a harsh and hoarse scream came from behind.

The emergency caused him to squat and dodge like a conditioned reflex. The last time he was shot by someone was in this situation.

The source of the sound turned out to be a seriously injured ghoul. Although it was shot twice, it did not die immediately. At that time, Ed had no time to care about it and hurried to support Catalina in the northern corridor.

Catalina walked up and swung her sword to bear its life. The diamonds on the sword shone brightly in the darkness, pure white and bright.

It scared me...

Ed closed his eyes with lingering fear and returned to the one-eyed spider's body. The concept of mechanical creation is too complicated for ghouls and does not arouse suspicion.

On the other side of the iron gate, the scavengers did not give up. They knew that the room was a dead end, and the ancient dark blood made them never lack time and patience.

The ghoul priest waved his bone staff, and the ghoul group began to pretend to leave, and the hook claws rubbed noises on the wall from time to time, creating the illusion of getting farther and farther away.

Little did I know that all this was seen by Ed.

Three more powerful warriors, the first-level extraordinary person's strength, one ghoul priest, about the second-level extraordinary person's strength.

It's not easy to fight against four...

It is obviously a bad idea to rush out and fight to the death with the other party. Once Catalina is injured or killed, the Oakland family will never let it go easily.

Asking for help through dreams? The only coordinates available in his hands are Catalina and the Invisible Hand Auction House.

Although the One-Eyed Club promised him, Ed did not trust those people, let alone revealing his true identity.

Send a one-eyed spider to ask for help, holding on to wait for help? Although the control radius is only 50 meters, it is enough to mark a rescue mark in the surrounding areas.

Once Catalina is out for a long time and has not returned, the news that she appears in the loft restaurant will quickly reach the Auckland home. At that time, they will definitely delegate a large number of personnel to search the rat path in a carpet style.

But Ed couldn't explain to the Oakland family why he knew the location of the Silver Knight's Secret Treasure. Those stories could only deceive Katalina at most.

As for other methods...

Several urgent plans flashed through my mind, but they were not perfect enough - although they would not die here, they would have endless troubles.

At a loss, Ed sighed and opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling.

A heavy chain swayed gently with an ancient oil lamp, and the surrounding weapon racks were worn and broken, and some simply collapsed on the side - this was once an arsenal, but it could no longer provide any help.

The walls were hung with broken brocades and rotten shields, and the wooden shields were covered with insect eyes, gray and cracked. The paint was faded and blurred, and the heraldry was no longer recognizable.

Wait... Ed suddenly noticed a strange detail:

Most of the wooden shields are made of ash wood, only one is pure white as snow, made of high-quality white oak. Although the shield board also shows signs of corruption, it is far lower than other wooden shields and tapestries. It must have been hung on it later.

The most important thing is that the heraldry on it is vaguely visible—

A green sword that sank into the canopy of the tree.

"Miss Catalina." He pointed to the shield and whispered, "Is that the clan of your family?"

Catalina looked in the direction of Ed's finger, her eyes full of surprise:

"White Oak Shield? Only the shield maker of the Auckland family can create such a good wooden shield..."

Her fingers gently stroked the shield, as soft as the morning light shining on the field. The shield was still strong, but the hanger was crisp like rotten wood. It broke and fell to the ground in response to the sound, revealing a rope rope.

"Catalina stretched out her palm and held the handle of the chain, "The Silver Knight's secret treasure is here?"

Pull the chain backwards, and the wall on the east side slowly rotates, revealing a well-preserved wooden door. The seal and waxy layer protect it from the hardships of time.

The secret door switch? This... is really full of classicism, even more old-fashioned than the Rolling Stone Trap. Ed couldn't help but shake his head and sighed secretly.

There is a padlock inserted on the iron door. It is obviously someone installed it on modern craftsmanship. The groove on the padlock just corresponds to the seal ring on Catalina's finger.

That's it?!

Seeing this lock, Ed wanted to scream. He didn't know how the Silver Knight was, but he must be not good at playing guessing games:

Such a simple heraldic padlock costs up to two shillings. Give yourself a set of unlocking tools... No, you can open it with a one-eyed spider tool set. If you don't have to use an iron saw, you can slowly saw the wooden door open.

The "prince" who sold his treasure map to him obviously hadn't come to the field inspection in person. Otherwise, this cheap price would definitely not be his and Catalina's turn.

But Catalina didn't hear Ed's slander. She clenched her palm into a fist, inserted the seal ring into the groove, and slowly turned it.

The lock opened, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and gently pushed open the wooden door like a ceremony.

Miracle is right in front of you:

A slight shiny, in the square space of three meters long and wide, a pitch-black plate armor stood in the center, like a knight guarding the treasure.

The armor is decorated with gorgeous gold threads, delicate and trivial, the pivot hinge is tightly stitched, and the curved patterns are extremely exquisite. It seems that this is not an armor, but a craft.

"The Holy Spirit is on..." Catalina stood on tiptoe to the statue, her eyes shining slightly.

She took off her gloves and gently brushed away the dust from her armor, as if it was the only thing that existed in the world.

"Catalina?"

Ed whispered, but the other party did not respond at all. He had to follow him into the room and look at other items.

This was once a hidden weapon room: a jar of black pots were separated and tightly packaged, probably fuel. The air was filled with a strange aroma of oil, as thick as agarwood and as light as roses.

"What is this, Ed, do you know it?"

Hearing the call, Ed turned around and saw Catalina lifting the closed helmet of the armor, which was the most familiar thing he knew—

Silver-white hues, cut off a corner, outlining the metal card for painting.
Chapter completed!