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Chapter 106 : Corrupted Rank Orb
Chapter 106 : Corrupted Rank Orb
Lysandra led the way, guiding us through the memories extracted from the deceased individual. We traversed numerous hallways, exploring the intricate mazes of the house. After several minutes of searching, we finally arrived at a singular room, which stood out notably among the rest.
This room was different in many aspects. Its iron door lacked a handle to open it, making it even more enigmatic. It was isolated from the rest of the chambers and appeared untouched by the servants or inhabitants of the house. The air around it had a peculiar sensation.
The atmosphere became charged with palpable tension as Lisandra approached the door with determination. Her hands, wrapped in a reddish glow, emitted a magical energy that extended towards the solid iron structure. With an almost imperceptible whisper, the fine reddish tendrils slid through the door's crevices, penetrating its sturdy surface.
A metallic noise resonated in the air as iron clashed against iron, but the sound was quickly drowned out by the expansive aura emanating from my body. The energy spread throughout the place like a blanket of silence, shrouding every sound in a veil of stillness.
Meanwhile, Lisandra maintained her focus, her furrowed brow betraying the effort she exerted while her eyes gleamed with intensity.
With a click echoing in the air, the iron door swung open heavily, revealing an interior shrouded in darkness. Despite our heightened senses, the darkness was so dense that we could barely discern what lay beyond the entrance.
Lisandra moved her hands with elegance and a sparkle in her eyes as she channeled her magic. The fine tendrils emanating from her hands became guides of light, radiating an ethereal glow that cautiously penetrated the darkness. Step by step, the tendrils ventured into the room, meticulously exploring its interior while illuminating hidden corners.
Lysandra diligently dedicated herself to her task, her hands moving with impressive dexterity as her tendrils searched every corner for any sign of security. Her furrowed brow revealed the concentration with which she performed her work, while I remained vigilant, ready to intervene if anything went awry.
After a few minutes of intense searching, a flash of triumph crossed Lisandra's eyes. With a decisive gesture, she confirmed that she had located a hidden device behind the desk. The tendrils, acting as her extended eyes and hands, moved more quickly towards the source of interest, while Lysandra skillfully manipulated the invisible controls.
Finally, after overcoming the invisible obstacles, we entered the office. Illuminating it, we were impressed by its elegance. In the center stood a majestic desk six meters long, flanked by a magnificent brown leather chair. The windows, locked with latches, barely let in a glimmer of light, which reflected on the luxurious floral-patterned carpet covering the floor.
In one corner, an imposing bookcase displayed a collection of books bound in leather and parchment, adding a touch of erudition to the atmosphere.
We approached the bookshelf with conviction, aware that behind it lay another room. We knew from Lisandra's reports that some book concealed the mechanism to open the secret passage, but we were unaware of which one. Carefully, we began to pull down each book, examining each spine for any sign revealing its hidden function.
It was then that my hand brushed against a red book, and instantly, the sound of the mechanism activating resonated. Instinctively, I stepped back as the bookshelf slowly opened in the middle, releasing a cold air tinged with the faint smell of accumulated dust within the secret compartment.
We proceeded down the hallway, dimly lit by the flickering flames of candles placed along the walls. With caution, we approached the next door, which appeared as an ordinary entrance. Lisandra conducted her meticulous inspection, ensuring there were no hidden traps before confidently opening the door.
Once inside, we switched on the lights and found ourselves facing a scene entirely different from the previous one.
This room was filled with scrolls, books, and magical artifacts of all kinds. From grimoires to gemstones, the place was a true treasure trove of the auction house. My eyes widened in awe at the variety and value of the displayed items. There were magical creature eggs, high-quality swords, mana stones, armors, and much more.
My heart raced with excitement at the prospect of the wealth represented by each of these items. They could easily be worth over 50,000 gold coins in total. Money, lots of money!
My eyes sparkled with excitement at so many treasures, and without a moment's hesitation, I began to swiftly move towards the displayed objects. My hands moved with skill and speed, each artifact I grabbed disappearing instantly into my dimensional ring. While on Earth, this would be considered theft and could land me in jail, here in this world, the rules and regulations were radically different.
In this place, as long as you weren't seen, no one could blame you for taking what you wanted; even these bastards dealt with people, so nothing happened. Furthermore, the morality of the situation was blurred by the circumstances; in this environment, my conscience remained calm and free of guilt.
After "borrowing" as many things as I could, my expression changed completely when I saw a particular object. Resting on a pillow was a shining sphere of bright crystalline blue. It looked like a small ocean concentrated within it and was the size of a football. It was an orb from a corrupt rank creature!
The orb glowed with an intensity that seemed to emanate its own light, its surface adorned with intricate patterns that subtly moved, as if the ocean contained within it was constantly in motion. As I approached, I could feel a mysterious energy pulsating from its core, as if the orb were somehow alive.
The blue hues radiated a sense of calm and mystery, enveloping the entire atmosphere with a magical and enticing aura. It was evident that this orb possessed extraordinary power and incalculable value on the black market. My eyes filled with greed, it was very obvious that this was now mine.