Roland had heard from Betta that the latter had a talent called Lucky Fortune, which allowed him to pick up money.
However, he had never triggered it recently. Roland didn't expect that it would pop up at this moment.
However, Roland was indeed curious about this talent that could allow him to pick up money.
"Let's go pick up money together."
They pushed aside the weeds on the side of the road and walked to the top of the mountain. Betta walked in the lead. After all, he was half a combat class, and his reaction and melee abilities were much better than Roland's. If they really encountered any beasts or vipers, he could take care of them.
As expected, they disturbed a lot of colorful snakes on the way, and some even attacked Betta.
But Betta's reaction was faster. He cut the attacking vipers into pieces with his sword and stuffed them into his Backpack.
Roland was slightly stunned. "What are you doing?"
"I'll roast them later."
"You can roast snake meat?" Roland thought like a typical southerner. "Aren't they used to fight or to make soup?"
But Betta argued eloquently, "Everything can be roasted! Even a pig's penis can be roasted. It shouldn't be a problem to roast snake meat that is similar in shape. "
What he said made so much sense that Roland was speechless.
The two of them chatted and soon reached the top of the mountain.
The trees on the top of the mountain weren't as dense as the slopes and the foot of the mountain. Betta looked at the sky and stomped on the ground. "This is the place."
After that, Betta took out a longsword from his Backpack and was about to dig.
"Wait!"
Roland stopped him. "It's easy to damage a longsword when digging."
Then, to Betta's slight surprise, he created two Hands of Magic and shrank them into the shape of shovels, before he dug the soil at a high speed.
"That works?" Betta clicked his tongue. "It can be seen from this that Mages are a class that emphasizes too much on imagination. They have low limits and high limits. The gap between experts and rookies is probably the difference between heaven and earth. "
While controlling the Hands of Magic to dig, Roland said, "I don't think it's difficult. If you can't figure it out yourself, you can always see how other people use it. The last thing we lack is the ability to learn and imitate. "
Betta nodded. "You do have a point."
However, both of them were noobs in magic, or rather, most players were still noobs in this game.
No player knew how difficult it was to control magic while chatting with other people and thinking about other things at the same time. In such a situation where he was multitasking, he could still maintain precise control of magic!
Roland was a little tired after digging more than a meter deep. After all, controlling a spell for a long time, even if it was a level-0 spell, would consume a lot of energy.
Betta looked at it and said, "Soon, keep digging."
"Alright!" Roland sighed.
After another ten minutes, when he was about two meters deep, Hand of Magic finally found something other than the mud! It was some broken pieces of wood.
The two of them looked at each other with excitement on their faces.
Soon, the thing under the soil appeared in front of them.
It was a small tomb. It was a two-meter-tall, arched red clay tomb.
The tomb was already damaged, probably because it had been here for too long. The black wooden coffin had decayed to the point where only the frame was left. A yellowed skeleton lay in the coffin, with only a few layers of rotted linen on the skeleton. There was also a strange musty smell coming from below.
And in the left corner of the tomb, there was a black clay jar.
"The money is in the jar." Betta sounded excited.
Roland controlled the Hand of Magic and grabbed the black jar. Then, it fell heavily to the ground.
With a crisp sound, the jar broke, and a pile of coins rolled out. They were so bright that they could dazzle a person's eyes.
Most of them were silver coins, at least two hundred of them. And among them, there were actually four gold coins.
According to the exchange rate, the current market price was about 97 silver coins for one gold coin, which meant that Betta had picked up at least five gold coins this time, which would be about 65,000 yuan if they were converted to yuan.
"This passive talent of picking up money is too outrageous." Roland felt as if he had eaten a lemon. "And there's so much of it."
Betta chuckled and seemed somewhat proud. He squatted down and divided the coins on the ground into two piles, pushing one pile to Roland. "Everyone who sees it has a share. Split it evenly."
Roland was stunned. "I have a share too?"
"Of course."
Roland continued to be stunned for a long time before he asked, "Do you know how much yuan this pile of coins can be exchanged for?"
"Only thirty thousand!"
Only thirty thousand …?
Are you going to say that a million is just a small goal?
Looking at Betta's matter-of-fact expression, Roland felt that he was a bit behind the times! The new generation nowadays was each more impressive than the last. Although this Betta's usual behavior was still a bit immature, his generous and forthright personality was beginning to show.
What was he doing when he just graduated from high school?
He was either playing games all night with Schuck at the Internet cafe or drinking Coca-Cola at home and playing games at home.
There was never a time when he had more than three hundred yuan on him. If he picked up sixty thousand yuan when he was playing with Schuck, would he split it with Schuck?
It seemed so … and also seemed so!
It was a very subtle feeling.
At this moment, Betta looked at the bones in the tomb and said in a somewhat strange tone, "Are we grave robbing?"
Well, probably. But there shouldn't be any cultural law in this game, right?
The joy of picking up money was gone, and what was left was rationality. Looking at the coins, the two of them hesitated for a moment.
After all, they were both law-abiding citizens in the past, and they had never thought of grave robbing in reality. Of course, if it were a regular computer game, it would be perfectly reasonable for a Hero to empty other people's houses, much less grave robbing. But this game was so realistic that they felt that they would be committing a crime if they took the money.
Just as the two of them were hesitating, there was a sudden change in the tomb.
A strange black magic power was condensed in the tomb, and a translucent shadow appeared in the coffin.
Seeing this, both Roland and Betta subconsciously took a step back.
It was already dark, and the air was filled with coldness.
A soul! Roland immediately realized what was going on. After all, he had seen Falken's soul before.
However, this soul was much uglier than Falken's. It had a pair of orange eyes and a twisted, blurry face. It also emitted weird mental waves that Roland didn't like at all.
"I don't like this stuff."
Betta seemed to have a similar feeling. He took two steps back and patted his arms uncomfortably.
"It should be an evil spirit." Roland looked at the broken black jar on the ground. "Maybe we broke his wallet! He came to talk to us about compensation. "
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