Holding these thin pieces of parchment, Ma Wen was slightly moved.
He didn't know the language on these parchments, but he could distinguish it.
This was the language of the ancient goblins. Before the fall of the Goblins, they had created a brilliant civilization. Their attainments in engineering were comparable to that of the gnomes.
As for how the ancient goblins fell, Ma Wen knew very little, but he had experienced the power of the ancient goblins' engineering.
"Looks like these parchments record the ancient goblins' engineering knowledge."
"I don't have a part-time engineer, and I can't read the aristocratic knowledge."
"But I have to take good care of this thing. It might come in handy in the future."
Ma Wen didn't know the words, but he could understand the pattern.
On the parchment, there was a vivid pattern. If he guessed correctly, it should be a very famous creature in engineering — the mechanical gargoyle.
It seemed that these goblins didn't dig out this treasure chest from somewhere. Maybe it was something passed down from generation to generation.
Marvin put away the parchment along with the gemstone made of an unknown material.
There were many types of azure gemstones. He was a rookie in the fields of [Geology] and [Gemstone Identification], so he basically didn't know the origin of this gemstone.
He needed to find a professional gemstone appraiser.
But a gemstone that could be placed together with the blueprint of the mechanical gargoyle wouldn't be too bad.
…
After obtaining the ancient goblin parchment out of thin air, this low and damp goblin cave didn't seem so dirty anymore.
Marvin walked down the path in a cheerful mood.
Soon, he reached the end of the path.
He pushed away a rock, and a small platform appeared in front of him.
It was dusk, and there was a sunset glow in the distance. A mist rose from the valley.
Ma Wen stood on the platform and looked down.
He saw that the gate of the monastery was not far away. The two Suffering Monks were guarding outside the gate, but they knew nothing about what was happening inside.
The closest Scarlet Attendants were all praying in the house behind the Spectral Corridor. Unless something unexpected happened, they rarely came out.
As for the Demon God Enforcers, there were very few of them in the entire Scarlet Monastery. The Scarlet Monastery occupied a large area. Ma Wen wondered if his luck would be so bad that he would bump into one of the Demon God Enforcers.
A small tree grew on the side of the small platform, its roots deeply embedded in the rocks.
Ma Wen tied one end of the Wishful Rope to the tree and the other end to his waist.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, he gripped the rope tightly and carefully lowered himself down bit by bit.
In the fog, Ma Wen's light figure slowly descended the stone wall.
Three minutes later, his feet touched the ground.
"Safe landing."
He looked around, but there were no traces of the Demon God's executors.
After letting go of the rope and chanting a few incantations, the Compliant Rope automatically coiled up. This way, it would not leave any traces.
When Ma Wen wanted to return, all he had to do was return to his original position and recite a spell in a low voice, and the rope would be lowered again.
This was the ability of the High Elves. Only they could create such a nimble equipment.
While the sky was still dark, Ma Wen prepared to sneak into the Spectral Corridor and reach the first hall.
Who knew that at this moment, the sound of horse hooves could be heard from the depths of the valley!
"Not good!
It's the Demon God Enforcer!
It's almost here! "
Ma Wen's heart tightened, and he instinctively leaned against the mountain wall. His body quickly moved a few steps and found a depression.
Hide!
[Hide (41 + 9) skill successfully activated!]
[Adding Field Effect …]
[Adding Environment (Mountain Wall, Mist) effect …]
…
The tall armored knight rode a terrifying warhorse to the empty space outside the Spectral Corridor.
It was only a dozen meters away from the main door.
Ma Wen gripped his scimitar tightly, his nerves stretched taut.
He couldn't beat this kind of Demon God Enforcer!
The Demon God Enforcer itself was nearly two meters tall. Riding on a terrifying warhorse, Ma Wen might not even be able to reach its waist!
Not to mention its heavy armor, which was the nemesis of Ranger professions.
His scimitar would probably be bent if it slashed on such a strong armor. As for the vital points …
Unfortunately, as an undead creature that had already died once, the Demon God Enforcer did not have a fatal vital point.
Although this thing was only grade 2, Ma Wen reckoned that even a peak grade 2 Phantom Assassin would have to scratch its head if it encountered it.
Its defense and vitality were outrageously high.
Perhaps some people would think of holy water. Unfortunately, there was ordinary holy water in Ma Wen's Void Conch, but the concentration was seriously insufficient.
The holy water sold by the Church of the Silver God was heavily diluted. The holy power contained in it was probably less than one-hundred-thousandth of the original.
It was enough to destroy zombies, but to use it against the Demon God Enforcer — it was as ridiculous as trying to kill a vicious dog with toilet water!
Right now, Ma Wen could only pray that his hiding skill could work!
The Demon God Enforcer quickly passed by Ma Wen and suddenly stopped.
Ma Wen's heart sank.
Who knew that at this moment, the Demon God Enforcer would suddenly spit out a few strange and unpleasant words.
Not long after, the tightly shut monastery gate suddenly opened.
The Demon God Enforcer pulled the reins and charged out on the warhorse without looking back.
The two Suffering Monks were expressionless, and the gate closed again.
A cloud of dust flew.
…
"Fortunately, I didn't encounter the Demon God Enforcer when I came down!"
Three minutes later, the sweaty Ma Wen did not dare to delay and quickly stepped into the Ghost Corridor.
This time, it was his hiding skill that saved him. Perhaps the Demon God Enforcer did not expect that someone could sneak in under the tight guard of the two Suffering Monks.
While hanging in the air, there was no way to hide!
It was better to get down to business!
This Demon God Enforcer should be out on a mission. Their leader was [Avenger] Fagan, who occupied the Third Hall. He was an ambitious guy and was a follower of the sleeping Lich a long time ago. Later, he had his eyes on the Divinity.
In short, he was a troublesome guy. Currently, Ma Wen did not plan to chat with Fagan.
His main target this time was the seventeen rooms between the First Hall and the Ghost Corridor.
There might be Scarlet Attendants in these rooms. They were not undead, but mortals who had their minds taken away by the Demon God Enforcer. Killing them would give pitiful EXP, and he would not get any benefits.
However, there were many treasure chests in the rooms, and they were Ma Wen's targets.
In the silent Ghost Corridor, Ma Wen activated Stealth and moved cautiously.
Although the Scarlet Monastery was not an underground city and the chances of traps were low, his job was very dangerous. He had to be careful.
If he triggered a trap, it would be bad. Especially an alarm trap.
Paintings hung on both sides of the Ghost Corridor.
They were all portraits.
There were knights, nobles, wizards, and scholars …
These people all had smiles on their faces. However, each and every one of their smiles was extremely strange.
If you stared at a painting for a long time, it was easy to get goosebumps.
Their eyes seemed to be staring at your appearance. Everyone's smile was filled with malice.
There was something wrong with these paintings.
However, Ma Wen did not dwell on it. He had been to the Scarlet Monastery many times. As long as he ignored them, he would be fine.
He walked along the Ghost Corridor for a while, and a fork appeared in front of him.
There were three paths in total.
There were eighteen identical rooms on both sides of the road. There were six rows in total.
At the end of the three paths was the First Hall.
"I've reached my destination."
Ma Wen moved to the left. He planned to start from the row on the left and search for treasure chests in each room.
These treasure chests had a certain probability of producing a glimmering item. In Marvin's previous life, he had obtained a glimmering dagger from this place. That dagger's effects were pretty good, and it had accompanied him for a long time.
At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a painting from the corner of his eye!
This painting was very special, and Ma Wen was immediately attracted to it.
"Huh? Why didn't I see this painting in my previous life? "
Ma Wen looked at the last painting on the left of the Ghost Corridor in surprise.
There was a young girl drawn on it. Her hair was the color of wheat, and her smile was very bright.
Unlike the other paintings, her smile was very sincere.
"That's strange."
This was the first time there was a deviation between this world and the game world in Ma Wen's memory.
He leaned over to read the description of the painting.
In the end, the name of the painting gave him a fright!
[Headless Maiden]!
What kind of name was that?
The girl in the painting was fine!
A strange feeling suddenly spread in Ma Wen's heart.
He shuddered and suddenly checked his Attribute Panel and Battle Record.
Nothing happened.
"Could it be a psychological effect?
"No curse, no Will test … Did I become a coward?"
Ma Wen mumbled and didn't stay any longer.
He quickly approached the first room and gently pushed the wooden door open, revealing a corner of the door.
With the afterglow of the setting sun, he could see a wooden bed in the room, and a numb person was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
A Scarlet Servant!
Ma Wen kicked the door open, lowered his body, and rolled on the ground to the side of the bed!
The Scarlet Servant seemed to wake up from a dream. Just as he was about to make a sound, Ma Wen's scimitar had already slashed at his neck!
There was no blood. There was no scream.
The Scarlet Servant died just like that.
They were puppets without souls, so Ma Wen could only get a meager 11 experience points by killing them.
It was worse than the lowest level thief or zombie.
However, there was another compensation in the room.
At the head of the empty bed, there was a shabby wooden box.
… …
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