42 < 41U UnderRoot (2) > (2/2)

In the meantime, the crack grew. That's how the crack goes from end to end.

Chiiing-!

“Ugh!”

Soon, the stones are completely scattered.

Fortunately, there was no need for debris to stick to the body because it was completely dusted.

However, the stone dust in my eyes burns.

“Ugh.”

You shed foreign matter from your pupils along with your tears and opened your eyes again.

“· · · · · · · Hull? ”

The stone I was holding turned into an 'Orb'.

A glowing, golden aura that symbolizes the dragon of the wealthy race.

“Wow, you're crazy. ”

It was an appearance that showed great beauty, even to me, without a sense of aesthetics.

On a golden sphere, colorful sentences are engraved in harmony. There are colorful jewels embedded in the crevice.

I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful than this among the Dragon Artifacts published by the United States.

“How cool is that?”

But what the hell is this?

An artifact in the form of an Orb.

The status window is not visible.

It's not in my memory.

Then it's an ancient artifact that has never been in a novel.

No, it works like this, but it's not in a novel?

This is a scam.

I could see how deceptive this item was just looking at the amount of Mana boiling around me.

I think it'll be [Ancient Artifact/A + Rank] if I can't.

“· · · · · · · A. ”

Man is a cunning animal.

It's a waste.

An artifact this effective will help a lot in the future.

I can't believe you just blew it to get a trait.

It was when I was sighing like that.

Tsuzjiang -!

It's been a minute.

[Error!]

Release the hand at the same time an error message appears.

Now the next thing you know, somewhere in your body is pain, tattoos.

Where is it this time?

Thrash!

I felt pain on my back.

Luckily, it wasn't engraved in plain sight.

I put the carved fangs back in the carrier and headed for the sink. Turn your head away from the mirror.

“Wow.”

There was a green dragon carved on his back.

What's with the big tattoos?

It seems to be more different than the tattoos so far.

This is the class of dragons?

“· · · · · · But if someone sees this, they'll say brother. ”

Dragon tattoos on his back.

But thank God.

It's not engraved on the back of my hand that looks like a Fire Spirit.

I put my shirt back on and went back to bed.

Now that you know the location of the tattoo, it's time to find out its characteristics.

“Show me something good. Please!”

I repaired the dragons' qualities one by one.

* * *

The next morning.

I lay facedown at my desk with one glance.

Last night.

Eventually, I failed to understand the characteristics.

I couldn't sleep and did all sorts of shenanigans, but the tattoo didn't respond.

I really miss the status window.

I wouldn't call it The Attribute List.

“Phew.”

First of all, Mana is not the owner.

If I had the owner of Mana, I would have had the Mana full of air reacted to me when I was operating my magic yesterday.

Similarly, extra-spectral characteristics such as' terminology ’are excluded.

In addition, all the characteristics I knew were inappropriate.

When you think about it coldly, you are more likely to pick out a bad characteristic.

You'd be lying if you weren't disappointed.

But I thought it could be like this.

Rather, I've been lucky so far.

And this ancient dragon artifact is like an eternal income.

I have nothing to lose.

Then, like 'boiling pure blood’ or ‘flesh of predators’, I don't know, but the traits that are useful can come out blunt and poppy.

It is early to be disappointed until you know the characteristics clearly.

And most of all,

This is not the end of the value of the fangs engraved on the Mana.

“Huh-huh.”

My mouth painted a hose.

* * *

7: 30 p.m. that day.

“Is it the Ox Party after all? ”

The meeting place was the octopus.

I now greeted the familiar waiter and was guided to the room where he was waiting.

Knock-knock.

Knock small on door.

“Come in.”

In the room was a British gentleman who looked at least 70 years old and an oil painting.

Suddenly, the face of a British gentleman was distorted.

“Eww. Is that the only person with important things to say? ”

Wow.

That twisted personality.

Collector, I'm sure it's Ale Chris.

“I, Ale, say that. ”

“What? Blood. A handsome man with a face. You'd make a great host. ”

You're so blunt.

Well, I was familiar with the Collector's twisted personality, so I don't really care.

You're more fluent in Korean.

I thought you were Korean.

“Still, in the beginning. ”

“Tsk.”

Emulsification is the left anxiety seat.

The atmosphere is so shitty, it makes sense.

I shouldn't have bothered.

“Hm. Yes. I'll listen to you, considering the face of my oil sheep. ”

He doesn't seem to want to hear about it at all. It is clear that he will listen with one ear and spill with one ear.

“I'm a busy man. I'll give you five minutes. Keep it simple. ”

Hey. Hey.

He shoots at people who are still standing at the door.

Even in a humble country, I feel a little offended.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

My voice sank low.

“What?”

“I don't know what kind of offer I'm about to make. I don't understand. ”

I relaxed and sat next to the oil painting, across from the collector.

“Hmph. An offer from a blood clot like you I've never even heard of. You don't need to hear it. ”

Collector snores.

I knew this guy had a twisted personality, but today he's evolved even further.

Did something bad happen?

Finally, the emulsion whispered in my ear.

“Well, negotiations with the Korean government didn't go well this afternoon. After that, please. ”

“Aha.”

That's why you're being so cranky today. Well, that's better.

“You've got three minutes. ”

I don't think it's been more than a minute. It's already been two minutes.

You're so cute for being so grumpy.

“Low · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“I'm fine.”

I withheld an oil coin trying to step up.

“I don't need three minutes, 10 seconds is enough. ”

I put the carrier on the table in a relaxed gesture.

“· · · · · · Equipment carrier? ”

Then I disarmed the security devices with a familiar move.

Dental profit-

The carrier opens with a familiar machine sound.

“Hurry-up!”

At the same time, the sound of the collector swallowing his exhale echoes frantically.

“Yi, this. This!”

My eyes are trembling everywhere.

“Oh, how. What should I do? ”

Looking at the speechless collector, I smiled relaxed.

“How's that?”

Of course, what you have in your carrier is a fang carved into your manna.

If it isn't the Dragon's Relic, it's a snow collector.

What will happen if you look at this beautiful artifact?

“Do you think my offer still sucks? ”

“· · · · · · · Off. ”

It was the moment the A and E changed.

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