Chapter 262 - Time to Resurrect Nana (1) (1/2)
Chapter 262: Time to Resurrect Nana (1)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Clink. Clink. There were two crisp sounds.
Skinorse tossed two fiery red daggers onto the ground before Link. They were the weapons that the lead Assassin had used that night—the Reaper’s Gaze.
“The Assassin’s body was strange and was hard to kill. I could only burn it, but the daggers are special. It’s enough to prove that I completed the mission, right?”
Skinorse smiled, lips curled upward. He started displaying to the people his slightly evil good looks, making some of the women call out softly.
Link activated the Magician’s Hand. The daggers floated before him, and he nodded after studying them. “Yes, they’re his weapons.”
With that, he commanded Jacker before the hundreds of people, “Go find Lucy. I must keep my promise.”
The reward for killing the lead Assassin was 10,000 gold. Each dagger provided was 20,000 gold. In total, he would receive 50,000 gold and Link prepared to give it without hesitation.
Jacker was unwilling, but he couldn’t go against Link. Sighing and complaining, he went to go find the territory’s Chief Executive Officer Lucy for the money.
The spectators were shocked. This offer had spread throughout the entire Mainland. Now, someone had surprisingly completed it, and the lord fulfilled it without delay. In the Ferde Wilderness, Lord Link had very high prestige. No one doubted he would fork out the money, especially after the discovery of the clay mine.
“Gods, it’s happening! Are endless coins going to appear before my eyes?” someone cried.
“Oh, I’m witnessing history in the making!” Someone was prepared to take his hat off in respect.
“I have a question. How can he take all those coins away himself? I think I can help.” Another man began thinking of how he could benefit a little. The people discussed amongst themselves, highly anticipating the huge sum of money.
“Hey, wait!” Skinorse suddenly called to Jacker. Then he smiled at Link and said, “Lord, I trust your credibility and know you’ll definitely fulfill the payment. But even though 50,000 gold is a lot, it’s not really useful to me. Can I use another way to exchange for the reward money?”
Jacker stopped. He turned to Link, waiting for the command.
Link actually wasn’t surprised by the Assassin’s request. Fifty thousand gold was just a gimmick. For truly powerful men, there was nothing more useful than a powerful weapon or some kind of magic medicine.
Not everyone liked gold coins. Too many of the powerful individuals, they only needed enough gold to survive. Skinorse happened to be one of them.
“What would you like? I’ll try my best.” Link was very friendly.
Skinorse looked left and right. Seeing all the spectators, he said, “Let’s find a quiet place to discuss in detail. Just us two, alright?”
It was obviously alright. Link turned to the side and put a hand out to guide Skinorse. “Let’s go to my home.”
Skinorse strode into Link’s cabin; Link followed him. After he shut the door, the civilians all sighed sadly. They’d thought they would see the piles of gold, but they were let down.
Inside the cabin, Skinorse took in the furnishing of the cabin for a while before sighing involuntarily. “You’re a lord who can give away 50,000 gold as a reward, but you live in such a shoddy place. It seems like I made the right choice.”
Hearing this, Link was interested. In the past game, Skinorse was a wandering vigilante-type character. He was a bit of a playboy, but he didn’t have any bad traits. He’d always been part of the Light Camp. Later, when darkness shrouded the mainland, he even joined the alliance against the Dark Army.
If someone like that said these words, did it mean he was another talent who wanted to join him? But it didn’t seem right. This guy never liked restraints. He liked going around for adventures and probably wouldn’t become his subordinate. Then, why was he here? Link was curious.
“There’s no one else here,” Link said with a smile. “You can tell me your request now.”
Skinorse nodded. He walked to Link’s table and took out an old scroll, unfurling it on the table.
“This is a map of an ancient tomb that I came across by chance. I went to the ancient ruins alone to investigate and found that it’s very dangerous there. It is filled with ghosts and strange creatures. I tried to enter but failed. The ghosts are very sensitive, so if you want to enter the ancient tomb, you must kill them all, killing your way in. So…”
Here, he looked at Link. His meaning was clear—he needed Link’s help.
Without responding to his plea, Link walked forward to study the map. It was drawn very clearly. The ancient tomb was in the Parmiso Plateau in the west of the Southmoon Kingdom. It was called the Tomb of the Late King Taris.
Seeing the surname Taris, related memories popped up in Link’s mind. Turning toward Skinorse, he asked, “You said you saw many ghosts and creatures. Were they all very short and stocky?”
“Uh, yeah. They were all like that—short and stocky. How did you know?” Skinorse was pleasantly surprised.
“They’re all dwarfs,” Link explained. “Taris is the surname of one of the royal dwarven families who disappeared in the Mana Disaster 2000 years ago. The Taris Royal Family had the tradition of immolation burials. They would use a very cruel way to turn their guards into mummies. These mummies would become very powerful ghosts that would protect the tomb forever.”
In the game, this tomb was a dungeon quest that contained some ancient books. When Link got bored playing the dungeon, he would read through the books for fun. In this life, he had read many magic books, which contained history. He had a deep understanding of the Taris Dynasty.
Because of this, when he saw the word Taris, he was able to remember the background facts about the tomb. Though the information was shallow, it was enough to shock outsiders.
Skinorse chuckled in surprise. He reached out to pat Link’s shoulder but felt it was unsuitable, so his hand shrank back. “Ha, I really found the right person. Lord, if you can help me, I can forget about the gold.”
Instead of saying whether he agreed or not, Link asked, “Just the two of us? We’re probably not enough.”
The ghosts had matured for 2000 years. Now, they had terrifying power and had many unique attacks. In real life, they might even have unexpected tactics. Link didn’t want to risk this.
Skinorse rubbed his hands excitedly. “Hehe, two isn’t enough, but I also have two friends. One is a Level-6 Warrior, and the other is a genius priest. Oh, she’s a beauty too. She’s so good she can bring the dead to life. We just need a powerful Magician now, so how about it? Interested?”
Unexpectedly, he had two aces, including a priest. Things were more reliable now.
There would definitely be many good things in the tomb. Link remembered that the most valuable thing was an ore called crystallized sheet metal. Its element was very special, and it was a necessary material for creating legendary weapons. It was the only piece of metal like it in Firuman. Similarly, dwarves were an ancient race. They had a unique knowledge of magic. There were sole copies of some magic books in the tomb; each one was worth a fortune.