Hearing this, Allen nodded at Clark, and without any hypocrisy, he walked forward.
He walked straight to the nearest treasure chest.
It was an oak chest with carved iron edges, and in the middle of the chest was a silver plate, which did not lose its luster due to the passage of time.
The silver plate was engraved with the Clark family crest: On an oval shield, there was a striped magic wand, and the top of the wand spewed out clouds of different shapes.
There were rings on both sides of the chest, and every part of the chest was decorated with carvings, reflecting the fashion of the past.
Under such circumstances, even the most common metal, after artistic processing, would become precious.
There was no doubt that the treasure was inside.
Such a meticulously designed and secretive treasure room, how shocking would the wealth inside be?
Allen opened the lid of the box, and the contents of the box were instantly exposed.
Allen felt dizzy for a moment, he held the magic wand tightly, and closed his eyes like a child.
In his sea of consciousness, it was as if he was looking at the night sky of his imagination, and saw more stars than the brilliant starry sky.
Then he opened his eyes, and was immediately dazzled.
The chest was divided into three compartments.
The first compartment was filled with shiny gold coins.
The second compartment was neatly stacked with gold bars, but their value depended on their quality and weight.
The third compartment was only half filled. Allen grabbed a handful, and they were all diamonds, pearls, and rubies, flowing down from his fingertips like a sparkling waterfall, giving off the crisp sound of hail hitting glass.
Needless to say, one could see that these treasures were extraordinary.
Even if a child from the countryside found them, he would scream and run to the nearest hut.
Even a barbarian who found these soul-shaking treasures would kneel on the ground and kowtow.
Even though Allen had the Philosopher's Stone, but he was still dazzled by the brilliance of these treasures.
Allen repeatedly stroked these treasures, his slightly trembling hands inserted into the pearls and diamonds.
Their value was immeasurable, enough to make anyone lose their mind.
No matter who it was, as long as they had this wealth, they would no longer have to work hard, and would never have to worry about food or clothing. They would be carefree, free, and happy for the rest of their lives.
Ellen forcefully suppressed his urge to dance with his hands and feet and closed the lid of the box to cover the dazzling golden light.
Allen realized that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to openly increase the wealth of the Harris family.
Storing the treasures would not produce more value, only by fully utilizing them, could they create more opportunities for the owner, and create more wealth.
Allen calmed himself down, and walked to the second chest.
He impatiently opened the chest, and in the result-
A puff of black smoke spewed out.
Allen was shocked, and subconsciously held his breath.
Seeing this, Clark could not help but laughed at the side.
Allen was certain, the black smoke was not harmful to him.
Because they were just moldy, deteriorated herbs.
Seeing that there were no longer usable herbs, such as Fire Lizard Blood, Two Ear Grass, and Biting Cabbage, Allen regretfully stopped rummaging.
But this regret was not strong.
Although these herbs were precious, they were not rare.
Mr. Harris, Albert, and Lunn who worked at the Ministry of Magic had their own ways to obtain herbs of the same grade.
But in the past, they could not afford the price, but now-
Allen looked at the first chest again with a burning gaze.
There was still one last chest, hopefully there would be something useful.
Allen steadily walked towards the chest furthest away.
With the previous lesson, Allen stood slightly further away from the chest, and opened the lid.
Unexpectedly, there were a few small boxes in this large chest!
Allen picked up the small box at the top.
The box was light as a feather. Alan examined it carefully. These small boxes were actually made of precious mithril!
He could not help but look forward to the items inside the box.
Allen gently opened the box, his eyes instantly bursting with joy.
He quickly closed the small box, and then rummaged through the other boxes.
After rummaging through all of them, Allen could not help but kneel down, his spasming hands pressed against his wildly beating heart, and murmured a prayer.
And that prayer, perhaps only Merlin could understand.
These small boxes were all herbs.
They were all intact herbs!
Extremely precious herbs!
What Allen lacked, which could be used to make Magic Enhancement Potions, and some attribute potions from Master Potion Master Verto's Book, were rare herbs that were hard to find!
Although there was not much of them, it was enough to make Allen happy.
After a long time, Allen felt himself calming down a bit, and was even happier. He began to believe in his good luck.
Allen put these few boxes into his storage space.
Just as he was about to leave, suddenly, his eyes fixed on the floor of the last box that he moved away.
Allen could not help but feel that there was something unusual about that floor.
It seemed to be a bit thicker than the others, although the difference was very small.
Allen stretched out his hands, and touched a cold iron ring.
But, there was clearly nothing there.
Allen did not stop, and stretched out his hand to pull the iron ring.
In an instant, he entered another room.
This room was not big, and rows of bookshelves stretched from the floor to the ceiling, inside were ancient books.
In the middle of the room, there was a huge black wooden table, and on top of it was a thin booklet, the pages were still flipped through.
It seemed that the owner left in a hurry, and did not have time to close it.
Allen curiously walked forward, and picked up the book – "Illusion Magic Beyond Your Imagination".
Allen flipped open the book, and quickly immersed himself in it.
When Allen closed the book, he could not help but sigh at his good luck. All the items that he had obtained in this secret room were perhaps not as precious as this book.
This book recorded the magic that the Clark family was best at, the magic of creating illusions.
When Allen left the secret room with a full harvest, Clark was standing in the transparent secret room, seemingly deep in thought, and also seemed to be emptying herself.
The sunlight shone through her body into the room, making that tender and beautiful figure seem like a distant and blurry memory, like the sunset in contemplation, like the silent dawn, there was nothing but beautiful purity.
"It seems that you have obtained our family's inheritance, I hope you can make good use of it, and promote illusion magic." Clark said softly.
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