Sixth Ring Wizard

Chapter 68 Eyeball

"A treasure vault?" Herag asked with some interest. "Does your treasure vault contain anything valuable?"

"Of course." Baron Huen was very proud and confident in his family's treasure trove.

Herag pondered, "Then I hope your treasury will satisfy me."

His words were also blunt: although wizards cannot massacre ordinary people, no one will care if you kill a few.

Earl Huen nodded nervously, but then, thinking of all the treasures in the treasury, he felt more confident: "It should satisfy him."

Herag reached out and placed his hand above Count Huen's wound.

Dark energy particles began to drift out from the wound, and Hrag slowly absorbed them.

Hu En had a strange feeling; the wound seemed to feel a little better, and it wasn't as itchy or painful anymore.

Since Herag was doing this for money, he wouldn't be careless or sloppy. Instead, he carefully absorbed all the dark energy particles from the wound, leaving none behind.

Josh and the others stood quietly to the side, watching as Herag treated Count Huen's injuries.

Although they couldn't understand it, they could see that the blackness at the wound was slowly decreasing.

They used to think the black stuff was poison and never figured out what it was, so they couldn't get rid of it completely.

Half an hour later, Herag withdrew his hand: "The Count's wound is healed. He can be treated as a normal external injury."

Hu En's wound was no longer black; it revealed bright red flesh, with some fresh blood seeping out.

The castle doctor arrived quickly and reapplied medicine and bandaged Count Huen's wounds.

Although Herag had the White Fresh Healing Potion, he couldn't possibly use it to save this nobleman; that would be a waste of resources.

After the doctor finished treating the wound, Count Huen breathed a sigh of relief. His complexion visibly improved, and his face regained some color.

Herag admired Count Huen quite a bit; he was just an ordinary person.

Dark energy particles are not a good thing for ordinary people; when they are wrapped around a wound, it is truly a form of torture.

Herag had just smelled some anesthetic from the wound, presumably for pain relief.

Hu En leaned back in his chair, took a few comfortable breaths, and said after letting out a long sigh, "Thank you, Mr. Herrag. I feel much better now, and it's time for me to keep my promise."

He stood up, and Grand Knight Kieran immediately came over to help him.

"Mr. Herag, this way," Hu En led the way.

Qiao Xi and Lu Qi consciously did not follow, as the treasure vault seemed to be not a place they could enter casually.

Huen personally led Herag down to the basement on the third floor of the castle.

Before a huge, heavy iron gate stood two knight-level warriors, both clad in heavy full-body armor.

Hu En took out a wooden box from his pocket, and inside the box was a brass-colored key.

He took the key to the iron gate, inserted it, and gently turned it. The sound of countless mechanical gears turning came from behind the gate.

Hey!

With a soft click, the door slowly opened automatically, revealing the passageway behind it.

"You two stay here and don't let anyone in," Hu En said to the two knight-level guards.

He turned to Helag and said, "Mr. Helag, please."

Behind the gate was a long corridor lit by oil lamps. Herag followed Hun for a while and came to another door.

This door is smaller, but it is also made of some kind of metal and looks very solid.

Huen reached into his clothes, and Herag then noticed a small key hanging around his neck.

Hu En took the key and opened the small door.

As soon as the door opened, Herag saw the glittering gold behind it.

Upon entering the treasure vault, Hrag was dumbfounded.

The huge warehouse was filled with all kinds of gold, jewelry, and many antique vases, paintings and calligraphy. Helag also saw a huge coral reef.

Hu En, now in high spirits and beaming, introduced the treasures to Herag: "These are treasures accumulated by my Banks family over many years. There are many things that even I don't know when they were put into the vault. Mr. Herag, you are a great mystic, ordinary treasures are not worth your attention. Go and see for yourself what you need."

Herag nodded and walked ahead. The treasure trove was as big as a football field and filled with all kinds of treasures. He felt dazzled and overwhelmed by the sheer variety.

"What is this armor?" Herag saw a full suit of armor in the corner. The material of the armor was very special, and he couldn't even tell what it was made of.

More importantly, this armor seems to have some magic resistance.

He channeled a bit of magic into it, but was met with resistance. This reminded Herag of Dino's ship, which was made from trees from the Anti-Magic Forest and also possessed anti-magic properties, although the armor's effect was weaker.

"This is the armor of the legendary Grand Knight Goodmans Graf, which is said to have many magical effects. Grand Knight Goodmans was a legendary figure from over three hundred years ago, so his armor must be extraordinary. Mr. Herag may take it if he is interested."

After noticing Herag's gaze, Hu En came closer and began to introduce himself.

Herag stroked the armor and shook his head: "Let me take another look."

This armor wasn't very meaningful to him; he wouldn't normally wear such heavy armor. If it was for defensive magic, he'd be better off casting a dark energy shield; it wasn't very practical for him.

Herag continued forward, and after walking a distance, he suddenly stopped. He saw a pair of eyeballs.

They were a pair of eyeballs preserved in a glass jar, looking like specimens.

Its eyes were blood red, and the pupils seemed to be staring at Hrag, making Hrag feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"This is..." Herag noticed that the shape of the eyeball looked familiar, and he felt that he should have seen related information in some book.

"Deep Blue, what is this?" he asked Deep Blue directly.

"According to the search, there is a 98.34% probability that the eyeball belongs to the Kurta tribe. The Kurta tribe is a race that lives in the remote mountainous areas of the Karag continent. When they are excited, their eyes turn crimson red. This color is known as one of the seven most beautiful colors in the world. Many nobles paid high prices for such red eyeballs, which led to the massacre of the Kurta tribe, and they are now extinct."

Deep Blue provided detailed information, and after seeing this message, Herag remembered that this eyeball was also a very rare potion ingredient. Although he didn't need it at the moment, it might be useful in the future.

This thing is extinct; it won't hurt to keep it.

(End of this chapter)