The attack of the dark creatures on the Tower of the Great Sage was quiet on the forum. On one hand, there were no witnesses because Lin had cleaned everything up that night and was not exposed to the spies of the town who would wander around during the day. On the other hand, Lin was too lazy to show off. Keeping a low profile was the way to go.
Considering that he had to keep the spoils of war, Lin crudely skinned all the dead and cremated them. The things he skinned were piled on the top of the tower for the time being. He would find time to examine them one by one.
Lin did not forget his previous idea when he studied the golden skeletons. He deliberately kept a few intact bodies and a few bodies that were suspected to be Mages and put them in an empty room on the second floor. The place where the bodies of the five inspectors were kept had been set up with a freezing magic circle and a simple enchantment. These arrangements had been preserved, and they could be put to good use now.
In the next few days, with the help of the two assistants, Lin Li began the great undertaking of dissection and research. He asked the two girls to help because the opportunity was rare. There were not always dark elves and dwarves to cut for fun. If they did not take advantage of this opportunity to learn more and broaden their horizons, when would they be able to?
Besides, they were not averse to such things. The reason why they had an emotional breakdown before was that too many people had died, and it was too tragic. Lying on the dissection table one by one was similar to hunting animals like cattle, sheep, pigs, or chickens and dismembering them to make dishes. Therefore, they could adjust their mentality and look at everything with a learning attitude. It could only be said that the children in the maze were all thick-hearted.
In short, after days of operation, Lin felt that he had taken a wrong path and was moving toward the specialization of the school of necromancy.
He did all the tests that could be done at the current stage. He also skinned a few of the more intact ones and made them into skeletons. If he had the same heart as Dr. Hannibal, he would have considered cooking the meat or stir-frying it in water instead of burning it to ashes.
When things came to an end here, Lin only felt that his eyes were still red and his nose was full of the smell of decay. His nerves had been stretched to the limit. If he continued, he would go crazy if he did not become a genius like Hannibal. However, as a former fat otaku, the latter was more likely.
Only then did he prepare to deal with the pile of spoils. When he walked up to the top of the tower where the items were temporarily stored, he immediately regretted it.
What would happen if they were stained with blood and possibly feces and urine? What would happen if they were stacked under the sun for a few days?
Poison gas! It was definitely a poisonous gas! Just by walking up to the top of the tower, Lin had the urge to start a fire and burn the piles of things.
Ask the two girls for help. One of them used the Wind Spell to keep the three of them at an advantageous position to avoid the unpleasant smell as much as possible. The other used the Fire Spell to directly incinerate the worthless things. Lin, on the other hand, covered his nose and mouth with a few layers of cloth. He used his fastest speed to sift through the piles of junk that were as tall as a small hill.
The worst of them all was the Dark Elves' equipment. Many things would die when exposed to sunlight. Those that did not directly turn into ashes under the sun would lose their enchantment effect and even become brittle, as if they had been cursed. So, Lin Li thought that he had gotten a bunch of high-quality elven goods, but he didn't expect that they were even worse than the knockoffs.
There were a few rings that remained. He could faintly feel the flow of magic power from them. They should be magical accessories, but their functions still needed to be identified. Apart from that, there were some handwritten books stained with blood. They were written in a language similar to the Elven language.
The reason Lin Li could speak was because he had also learned the Elven language and writing. Because the source of some magical knowledge came from the Elves, in the Maze World where translation had not yet become a norm, he could only rely on himself to read foreign languages. The books that he found this time were similar in form but not in sentences. It might be some regional slang, or the Dark Elves had simply developed their own language system.
Lin Li carefully kept this information. It might be difficult to clean the blood stains, but there was still a way to deal with the smell. The content would be left for later.
Transforming into a werewolf fully displayed the characteristics of a slave, which was poverty. Among the piles of junk, most of them were clothes made of low-grade cloth. However, there were a few heavy weapons that remained. They didn't look like high-end enchantment products. They felt like crudely made lumps of iron. But the weight was enough. If they were melted down, they could still add a few kilograms of iron.
The gray dwarves were the most sincere deliverymen. There were all kinds of dwarven armor, shields, axes, hammers, and everything else. Some of the high-grade items even had special runes in the dwarven knowledge. They were not inferior to their distant relatives, the mountain dwarves.
Unfortunately, all of them were damaged. As defensive equipment, it wasn't hard for Lin Li to imagine that the previous owner of this set of armor had used it to block a few Light Balls. Now, it was extremely difficult to find a complete set. He could only pick up some that were relatively intact and melted down the rest. He kept all the runes so that he could study them later.
The most generous ones were the vampires. The unimportant items would be melted down, and the rest that could be picked up from the dust were all high-grade items. There were all kinds of gems, jewelry, weapons, and magic scrolls. There was also a wide variety of content. The strange thing was that there were few defensive equipment. Perhaps it was because of their race's innate healing ability that these self-proclaimed Dark Nobles didn't like heavy armor.
After the piles of garbage were mostly burned down, the remaining valuable items were cleaned and deodorized. The master and apprentices busied themselves for the whole day and didn't stop until the evening.
The work was done so quickly because the working environment here was too bad. Everyone wanted to finish as soon as possible, so it was inevitable that they were a bit sloppy. Besides, Lin Li didn't want to leave these things for another day. Who knew how terrifying the smell here would evolve to tomorrow.
After the rough sorting and cleaning was done with great difficulty, the next step was the troublesome work – appraisal.
Appraisal was a great science. There was no miracle in the maze where an old man could touch something with his wretched hands and get a + 2 Constitution, + 3 Dexterity, and colorful jewelry.
Let alone the fact that things like Constitution and Dexterity didn't exist, the effects of all the magic items in the maze came from no more than three sources: magic arrays or runes inscribed on the items, magic hidden in magic stones or gems, and items blessed or cursed through specific rituals.
In other words, the first two were still in the category of magic knowledge. At the same time, just like the materials used in the construction of Magic Towers, the materials of the magic items would affect the effects. The last one was more troublesome because sometimes the makers themselves couldn't guarantee the effects of the items they made, or even whether they were useful at all was a problem.
Therefore, to appraise a magic item, one had to identify the materials themselves and the patterns on them. Sometimes it was also necessary to understand the runes unique to elves or dwarves to see the function of an item.
As for blessings and curses, there was no other way to understand their effects except to wear them and feel them personally. At this time, the most reliable thing was one's intuition, whether it was good or bad to wear this thing. Most of these things would eventually be labeled as "cursed" and listed as strange items, then fall into the hands of someone and become a collection or a stock of the Association.
And this appraisal work became something that Lin Li would only think about in his spare time. Because it was too troublesome, and the risk was not small. Who knew if there was magic in those jewelry and gems about collecting the souls of the dead? If the wearer met an old grandpa in a ring, this seemed like an opportunity, but in fact there was a conspiracy behind it.
Therefore, these items waiting to be appraised were piled up in the corner of the weapons room on the first floor after being sorted out. Recently, the main thing that he was busy with was melting the waste into metal ingots.
The metal parts that could be separated and made of different materials were gathered together with their respective materials and melted back into the furnace.
The most troublesome thing was still the metal pieces left behind by the noble alliance. The mixed metals had to be separated. On Earth, most of them were refine by chemical extraction. Although chemistry and physics were the same family, Lin Li was blind to ask someone who specialized in astronomy and physics to play chemistry beyond the level of high school chemistry. Therefore, he could only make a rough separation based on the characteristics of different melting points.
He had been busy for nearly five days. Lin Yi didn't want to touch the remaining items waiting to be appraised for the time being. At the same time, he set up a task for his two little apprentices, which was to verify the effects of those items that obviously had magic patterns.
In fact, since the two apprentices passed the first circle examination, Lin had been teaching them knowledge of second and third circle spells one after another. They could even cast third circle spells smoothly now, but they still needed to improve their proficiency.
Therefore, this identification task was a simple test of the two girls' magic knowledge. At the same time, it also helped Lin reduce some of the preparatory work for the appraisal.
As for himself, he wanted to relax from the tiredness of the past few days.
If an army was against an army, the general of the winning side would happily instruct the soldiers to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils of war. Otherwise, there were specialized organizations called "corpse collectors" or "mourners" that did this kind of thing and then obediently handed over the majority of the profits.
If an army attacked a tower, the mages could also instruct the residents who lived in the tower and were under their protection to clean up the mess. However, the group of people outside the Tower of the Great Sage was not trustworthy, so it could only be done by bitter loners. Well, adding two more apprentices wouldn't make things easier.
Therefore, Lin felt quite angry and helpless when two groups of blind idiots came to his door in a row. To be honest, he would rather not have these spoils of war. But if he just left them there and didn't tidy them up or threw them away as trash, he would be letting down his collecting hobby as a former fat otaku. Complaining after doing it seems to have become an inevitable flaw in his character.
In the morning when these trivial matters came to an end, Lin finished his night stargazing and was catching up on sleep in bed. The Tower of the Great Sage welcomed a special guest. She covered herself under a large cloak. With a clear and loud voice, she shouted, "Is the Tower Master here?"
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