In order to be accompanied by his concubine even after his death, the monarch who robbed his courtier's fiancee as his concubine was really cruel.

However, no matter how cruel and greedy he is, he would never have imagined that his mausoleum will be dug up a hundred million years later, and his body will be sent to the ‘brother’ who was murdered by him back then, as a tool to vent his anger.

"His Royal Highness" watched the coffin and was sent to the airship, and the leader of the dwarf adventurer said: "I always feel something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"A human race who has been dead for hundreds of millions of years has no signs of corruption in the body, which is very wrong in itself."

Hearing this, I smiled slightly: "Remember when the first tomb was excavated, in the underground compartment, that human race between life and death?"

The leader of the dwarf adventurer suddenly realized: "You mean, this one too?"

I nodded: "This one is different from the one who maintains vitality, but it's roughly the same. The former's endless method of sustaining life is to plunder other people's lives and stabilize them with magic circles, so that huge vitality can infiltrate oneself. , And then slowly complete the fading to achieve longevity or even immortality. The latter uses irresistible external forces to penetrate the body, making the body a container of irresistible force, and then relying on force majeure to hammer the body. The level of life is pulled to another height to achieve the effect of longevity."

"It turned out to be such a thing. I was taught." The leader of the dwarf adventurer showed admiration and respectfully said: "His Royal Highness is truly knowledgeable. He has increased his subordinates' knowledge and opened their eyes."

"Okay." I waved my hand and said, "This is not a trivial thing to compliment. The cold room of our airship is quite large, right?"

"Yes, it is hundreds of square meters in size."

"The surrounding walls, roofs, and doors are still strong, right?"

"His Royal Highness, in order to prevent damage to the cold storage room, the walls, roof and door are all cast with materials doped with mithril.

"The refrigerated room is made of Mithril. It's a big handwriting." With a smile, I said, "But I have to say that the foster father and his old man are also creative enough."

"His Royal Highness is extremely true."

The leader of the dwarf adventurer agreed.

"His Royal Highness, if the fake corpse wakes up, what should I do?"

"Disposal?" I shook my head: "Why do you want to dispose? If he wakes up, that's when he suffers. The temperature in the refrigerated room is a bit higher than the coldest place in Dasai City. If he is not frozen When it comes to long sleep, even if he has a great fortune and great fortune, of course he has to silently mourn his misfortune, because in the future, Ozma will make him unable to survive and die. If he does not survive, it is estimated to be a blessing, at least in When Ozma vents his anger, he won’t be too painful."

"That's it." The leader of the dwarf adventurer nodded, "Subordinates understand."

After the adventurer, who was as busy as an ant, removed all the burial objects in the mausoleum, and moved the bodies of the buried women and guards back to Suzuki, it was time to set the fire.

Looking at the blazing fire, Hathaway was very upset, she always persuaded me from the side, hoping that I could throw the body of the monarch in.

I know she was angry because of the historical facts, but I couldn't do this. The reason was simple. I couldn't get rid of him so easily. At least, I won't do it until my friend Ozma vents his anger.

On the airship, I quietly watched every piece of enchanted equipment and magic equipment, until I called Ozma again, and finally determined which equipment belonged to him and which equipment belonged to Kazan.

After arriving in York City, I first put down the human adventurer and expert team in the airship, instructed Hathaway to give the prepared gift to Simmons Rock, and then took the magic airship to continue sailing to Fort Witch.

The tomb robbery will stop temporarily. When will the things be delivered to Ozma, and when will I continue to return to the tomb.

The reason why I am so obsessed with tomb robbers is because there are too many treasures in it, such as enchanting equipment, magic equipment, enchanting ore, fine gold and mithril, etc. The tomb robbery these few days can almost bring back my house. The warehouse is full.

Back at Fort Witch, I was slightly concerned about the battle of the next country war, and learned that it was in a stalemate period, so I opened the portal with confidence, brought equipment and the coffin, and stepped into the demon world.

In the eyes, there are still old buildings and city walls.

On the street, pedestrians were sparsely populated, and everyone looked unspirited.

Following the route in my memory, I quickly found the mansion where Ozma lived and walked in.

Ozma’s mansion still has guards and waiters who serve inside the mansion, but after seeing me, they didn’t stop me. Although I haven’t seen my face for a long time, my deeds show up. There, no one dared to despise my existence, and no one dared to hinder my behavior, even if he would disobey Ozma's will because of this, he would not hesitate.

After all, in the eyes of everyone, although Ozma is powerful, it is only a role like my subordinate.

Soon, I found Ozma who was lying on the couch.

"Yo" From a distance, I said hello: "You look so laid-back."

"When did you come back?" Ozma stared at me for a while, wondering.

"I just came back soon" I said: "It happens to be nothing, and I will help you deliver what you need."

"What is needed?" Ozma pondered for a second, suddenly raised his brows, and said, "You said it was..."

"Yes, it's a corpse and two sets of equipment."

After receiving these things, Ozma was extremely excited. He didn't take the lead in checking the equipment, but opened the lid of the coffin and stared at the people in the coffin seriously.

After a long time, with a chuckle, Ozma said grimly: "Hahahaha, your majesty, it's really you, your majesty, do you know how hard it is for me to find you for so many years?"

In a frantic voice, Ozma stretched out his hand and pressed it on the forehead of his majesty.

"Heh, I didn't expect that you could actually use my power to kill you, resurrect it for the time being, and still maintain it today. I have to say that although the Perus Empire is weak, there are still many capable people.

"It's just that if you were dead at that time, you might be happier. Since you are alive, be prepared to bear my anger!"

After that, I left the room and sat in the hall drinking tea.

An hour later, Ozma came out of the room refreshingly. There were residual blood and skin tissue in his nails.

"Is the anger finished?" I smiled and asked, "Then next, you can take a look at those two sets of equipment. Are they all you need?"

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