I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 523, page 2.1-37: The Crown: The Treasure of a Lost Dynasty
Noyce walked in the darkness, draped in a black cloak, her dark purple hair seemingly gilded with a silvery sheen under the full moon.

He sniffed the faint, peculiar scent emanating from the air, his expression grave.

Because of the harvest festival, the square was bustling with activity, filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares, and residents gathered around the square to watch the performances.

Suddenly, a person emerged from the shadows and blocked his way, spreading his arms in a gesture of obstruction.

Noyce paused slightly, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

“Stop, Noyce. Stop aiding and abetting evil! You know perfectly well that they are not wrong, so why do you condone this cruel king's slaughter of the gods?” He frowned, his expression filled with disapproval and heartache.

Noyce remained silent and did not answer him, seemingly deep in thought.

"Noyce! Do you remember why we came here?! What are you doing now?!" he roared.

“I remember, but it didn’t appear, did it? So I’m thinking there must be some missing conditions, so…” Noyce lowered her eyes and whispered.

"So you want to facilitate this yourself? When did you become like this?" he asked incredulously.

“I don’t want to fight them either, but I have no choice,” Noyce said softly, taking a step back.

With that, he turned and ran off in the opposite direction.

"Come back, Noyce!" he shouted at Noyce's retreating figure, but he couldn't call him back. In frustration, he punched the wall.

A slightly teasing voice came from behind, "Hmm? Did your friends have a fight?"

"Who are you?" He glanced around, frowning. "Stop playing tricks and come out!"

"I've always been here, look up," the voice said again.

He was slightly startled and looked up to see a young man with long silver hair sitting on the rooftop, leisurely drinking a glass of wine, his dark orange eyes watching him with a half-smile. Because the moonlight was behind him, he couldn't see the man's expression clearly.

"you……"

"I can help you, and even bring your friends back."

"What is your purpose?" he asked coldly.

Jafar chuckled softly, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "The purpose... is probably that my master was captured by the tyrant, and I want to rescue her, so in essence, it should be considered mutual assistance."

His dark orange eyes were deep and cold, devoid of any smile but containing a hint of mockery.

"Fine, let's cooperate then," he said with a sneer.

Jafar chuckled softly, jumped off the roof, and slowly walked towards him.

"Then let's not delay, let's discuss this..."

the other side.

Dao Lin sat silently by the pool, staring at the parchment in his hand, his icy blue eyes filled with a deep, thoughtful expression. His bare feet were immersed in the water, feeling its frigid temperature.

Strange lines were drawn on the parchment, but they seemed to have been deliberately erased, leaving only half of each line and a strange character written on them.

[domolors]
"That's strange. I feel like I've seen it somewhere before, but I can't remember where..." Dao Lin frowned, his expression serious.

He heard soft footsteps. Dao Lin quickly folded it up and stuffed it into the left pocket of his clothes, then bent down slightly as if he were washing his feet.

A slightly cold voice came from behind, "Sitting here washing your feet in the middle of the night? You must have a lot of free time."

"It's so hot during the day, can't I even wash my feet at night?" Dao Lin turned to look at Lan Luos standing behind him, pursed his lips, and said.

"What good stuff are you hiding?" Lanlos chuckled, bent down to look him in the eye, and asked.

Although he was smiling, he inexplicably gave off a cold and dangerous feeling.

Dao Lin sighed softly, "You can't hide anything from me."

He wiped his hands, then reached into his right pocket and took out a piece of parchment.

"I found it in the basement. It had some strange things written on it. I took it out out of curiosity. It should be fine, right?" Daolin spread out the parchment and showed it to him before asking.

"This was found in the basement?" Lanlos blinked, surprised.

"Hmm." Dao Lin nodded, then asked疑惑地问道, "What's wrong?"

“Strange, I don’t recall having something like this in the temple’s basement, unless someone deliberately put it there.” Lanlos’s face darkened, and his tone gradually turned cold.

"A traitor? Or did someone sneak in? What does this [****] text mean?" Daolin asked thoughtfully. He couldn't read the text, but Lanlos might.

“Domolors means gemstone in the divine language,” Lanlos glanced at Daolin. “You came here to find gemstones, didn’t you?”

Daolin handed the parchment to Lanlos, who gave a wry smile and said, "That's true, but the jewels are all in the king's treasury, and no one else can get in."

Lanlos stared at the parchment for a long time before putting it away, saying, "Go to sleep early. I'm taking this. Tomorrow you might need to impersonate me at the palace, so remember not to give yourself away."

Dao Lin stood up, stretched, and walked towards his room while yawning. "I understand."

"By the way, are you and Bertias very familiar?" Lanlos asked slowly, standing behind him.

"Why do you ask that?" Dao Lin tilted his head, puzzled.

After a few seconds, Lanlos chuckled, breaking the silence, and said, "It was just a casual question. Sorry to disturb your rest."

“Oh…” Dao Lin nodded and said casually, “We’re not exactly close, but as you know, we met by chance because of similar experiences, and we were barely considered compatible collaborators, but unfortunately, our collaboration has now broken down.”

"But since it's a collaboration, it's not an irreparable relationship, is it?" Lanlos had a faint smile on his face, his icy blue eyes deep and cold. He watched Dao Lin's departing figure, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"It depends on him. Even if I wanted to win him back, I couldn't force him if he wasn't willing. After all, I'm so weak, I can't beat him, and I can't do anything forceful to him." Dao Lin shrugged and said self-deprecatingly.

“That makes sense…” Lanlos murmured, then looked away.

At that moment, Daolin had just reached the corner and was out of Lanlos's sight. He could feel his back, which was already soaked with cold sweat. He took a deep breath, and his pale face gradually regained its original color. He patted his wildly beating heart with one hand, and walked towards the room with a somber expression.

Lanlos had been testing him from beginning to end; if he hadn't been prepared, he probably would have been killed by now...

Pay attention to Dao Lin's movements.

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(End of this chapter)