35 Tomb Raiding (1/2)

Roland had heard Betta mention this talent that allowed him to pick up money.

However, the talent was never triggered until right now.

Roland was truly curious about a talent that could pick up money.

”Let's go to pick up the money.”

The two of them climbed the hill. Betta led the vanguard. After all, he was a half-melee class, and his abilities in head-on battles were better than Roland's. He could take care of beasts or snakes easily.

They did meet a lot of snakes on the way. Some even attacked Betta.

However, Betta reacted even faster. He cut the aggressive snakes into several parts and stored them in his Backpack.

Roland was stunned. ”What are you doing?”

”I'll roast them later.”

”You roast snakes?” said Roland, a typical southerner. ”Aren't snakes supposed to be made into soup?”

Betta, however, argued, ”Everything can be roasted! It's definitely not a problem to roast snakes.”

Roland was rendered speechless.

The two of them reached the top of the hill soon.

The wood here was not as dense as that on the slope. Betta looked at the sky and stepped on the ground. ”This is the place.”

After saying that, Betta took out his longsword from the Backpack and began digging.

”Wait!”

Roland stopped him and said, ”The longsword will be ruined if you dig with it.”

Then, while Betta watched in surprise, he made two Hands of Magic and reduced them into shovels, then dug with them quickly.

”You can do that?” Betta clicked his tongue. ”Mage is a class that is all about imagination. Your lower limit is too low, but your upper limit is too high. The gap between an expert and a noob can be too huge.”

Roland used the Hands of Magic to dig and said, ”I don't think it's very hard. You can always learn after other people. The fire burns high when everybody adds wood to it.”

Betta nodded. ”You do have a point.”

Both of them were new to magic. Or rather, most players were still noobs in this game.

No players knew how difficult it was to cast a spell while talking to someone else and thinking about other things!

After digging for more than a meter, Roland was somewhat tired. After all, using a spell for long could be quite exhausting.

Betta checked again and said, ”We're almost there. Keep digging.”

”Fine!” Roland sighed.

After another dozen minutes, when the pit was almost two meters deep, the Hands of Magic finally caught something that was not mud. It was some ragged wood.

Roland and Betta looked at each other in excitement.

Soon, what was buried in the mud was revealed to them.

It was a small tomb about two meters high in the shape of an arch.

On the left corner of the tomb lay a black jar.

”The money is inside the jar!” exclaimed Betta excitedly.