N-A-A Chapter 337 The Harvest of Exploration
Chapter 337 The Harvest of Exploration
Chapter 337 The Harvest of Exploration
If the cross represents the original Creator—then what is the overall meaning of this painting?
Sons of the Creator? Lorne stared intently at the two infants held by twelve-winged angels in the mural, a strange feeling forming in his heart.
If the scene in this painting is real—then Amon's background is far too grand!
Moreover, he seemed to have a brother—Lorne put down the camera and then turned to look at Sharon behind him.
Do you know what this mural represents?
"Only the true Creator uses the cross as a symbol" — Sharon's voice carried a hint of uncertainty, "But His emblem is also different from the one on the mural."
"I think this most likely corresponds to an even older history before the Fourth Age," Lorne analyzed. "Could it be that the ancestors of the Amon family were descendants of some creator?"
"Thieves are descendants of the Creator—that's quite a contrast," Lorne muttered to himself.
The two left the wall and circled halfway around the tomb. Finally, in an inconspicuous corner, they found a stone door whose outline was only vaguely visible.
After Lorne tried to push it, the surface of the stone door suddenly rippled like water, creating a scene that looked incredibly realistic.
Deep blue waves surged into the distance, one after another, and at their end, a thick, liquid-like black mist rose abruptly. A jagged mountain, constantly dripping with black sap, jutted out from the mist. Beyond this mountain stretched an endless, boundless expanse of black mist.
"Another nonsensical scene—" Lorne muttered, then turned to look at Sharon.
"abyss!"
Sharon uttered the word with a tremor. Lorne could sense a distinct fear emanating from her.
He instinctively stepped forward and stood in front of Sharon.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
"I—I have no fear." Hearing this, Sharon came to her senses, looked at Lorne's relaxed smile, seemed a little flustered, but still retorted softly.
"Hmm~ I believe you." Lorne didn't expose him, nodded slightly, and then turned his attention back to the mural.
The Abyss? That's the legendary source of all corruption, the abyss that can even corrupt true gods?
Ocean waves and mist—this most likely refers to the Misty Sea. So, deep within the Misty Sea lies an entrance to the abyss?
"Could you take off that monocle?" Sharon's voice suddenly rang out from behind.
"I feel—there's something odd about you wearing it."
"Let's talk about it after we leave here." Lorne reached up and touched the lens on his right eye. "Wearing this will at least ensure our safety in this tomb."
Sharon didn't say anything more, but just silently lowered her head.
After confirming that there were no new discoveries in the surrounding area, the two began to sort through the spoils of their expedition.
The dried and decaying corpses on the ground were the main source of loot. Each corpse had long since developed its own extraordinary properties, some even strangely fused with certain parts of the body, forming bizarre and wondrous artifacts. In addition, the dead carried various miscellaneous items.
Of course, in Lorne's opinion, the most precious thing this time was still that self-portrait of Amon.
This thing is most likely related to the terrifying power within this tomb that strips away time.
"Should we take that ghost picture frame back with us?" Lorne suddenly suggested.
After all, while that thing is dangerous, it is also extremely effective, and if a suitable buyer can be found, it could definitely be worth a lot of money.
"The risk is too great," Sharon immediately objected.
Risk — Lorne stroked the monocle over his right eye, thought for a moment, and finally gave up on the tempting idea.
Well then—let's leave a little surprise for those who are destined to meet us later.
When we came out of the tomb, it was already past four in the morning, and the sky was beginning to lighten.
"This is quite a haul—" Lorne adjusted his monocle, in a good mood. "That tomb should still contain many monsters like the 'Human Skin Shadow'—it's practically an untapped gold mine."
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Noticing Sharon's somewhat strange gaze behind him, he sighed softly and reached out to take off his monocle.
"Perhaps we can come back to visit again sometime, Ms. Sharon~"
"————" Sharon was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly in an ethereal voice: "Actually, you can just call me Sharon."
"Don't you like the title 'teacher'?" Lorne was somewhat surprised.
"No, I can only say—I don't dislike her." Sharon's tone remained flat, but she still lowered her head.
"Hmm—" Lorne was silent for a moment, then looked up at the sky. "Then let's change how we address each other after I've finished all the lessons."
"It's getting light, let's go."
"Sharon—Teacher."
After everything settled down, Lorne returned to his office.
The spoils had already been mostly divided up with Sharon in the warehouse. He got the "Human Skin Shadow's" special properties and Amon's self-portrait, while the loot from the corpses was split equally. Sharon, with her wider network of connections, was in charge of the subsequent distribution of the stolen goods.
"This monocle is actually related to the Amon family—" Lorne sat in the chair, repeatedly stroking the lens made of pure crystal.
Upon returning, he examined the lens numerous times using various methods, but found nothing unusual about it.
"Could this monocle be a token of identity for a core member of the Amon family? Or some kind of identification?" he speculated. "Because I was wearing it, the tomb's defense mechanism mistakenly identified me as one of their own—"
Lorne rested his fingers on his chin, his brow furrowed slightly. The information he had was still too limited; he needed more clues about this mysterious family.
"To be honest, the reason I'm so obsessed with this thing is because of the basement I found back in Tingen, which is suspected to have been left by a time traveler."
"Now, this Amon is also connected to a 'creator' who is suspected to be a time traveler—"
"This guy's background is getting stranger and stranger. I wouldn't be surprised if he got involved with Russell someday."
After carefully putting away his monocle, Lorne slumped back in his chair.
"Write a letter later and ask the captain and the others if they know anything about it."
"By the way, send out the photos you took today as well—"
"If all else fails, we can ask the Mysterious Queen."
After thinking for two seconds, he changed his approach.
"As extraordinary families with similar high-sequence lineages, the other thieves should also have some understanding of the Amon family—"
Lorne then took out the badge with the peculiar pattern from his personal storage space.
"With this item, you can join."
This was taken from the corpse of the adventurer killed by the "Human Skin Shadow".
After Lorne's subsequent assessment, it was confirmed that the person was a "scammer" with a Sequence 8 pathway, known as the "Thief".
He speculated that the person was likely drawn to the tomb by the law of aggregation during their lifetime.
"Uh—" After pondering for a few seconds, he suppressed the urge to feed the special ability to the monocle and instead went alone to the outside of the factory and found a deserted corner.
After using the pendulum to determine the location and confirming that his spiritual intuition warned of no danger, he subtly infused the badge with a trace of spiritual energy.
Immediately afterwards, a layer of misty light emanated from the badge, quickly condensing into a straight beam of light.
Two seconds later, the beam of light suddenly dispersed, transforming into a palm-sized, illusory parchment. On it, written in Old Fussack, was a line of small characters: "January 4, 1350, 1 PM, Babur Valley."
Is this a communicator? A mystical version of a pager? Sending a request signal and then synchronizing to get the latest meeting time and location?
"1350 — It is November now, and there are still more than two months to go."
Lorne exhaled, reminding himself not to rush.
"But—a gathering of thieves, huh—" He thought of someone else.
"Perhaps we could talk to Hazel."
Anyway, I need to talk to her again about the charity foundation. I can take this opportunity to inquire about her mysterious teacher and see if I can visit him while wearing this monocle.
I'd also like to give Heyr a heads-up.
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