One minute, two minutes, three minutes......

One hour, two hours, three hours......

The sound of "click" kept ringing, Richard had forgotten the time, kept twisting the Rubik's Cube, I don't know how long later, with a "click" sound, stopped, put the Rubik's Cube on the table, and let out a long breath.

Standing up, he moved his aching body, and a series of bone sounds sounded all over his body.

"Whew, it's finally been restored. With bloodshot eyes in his eyes, Richard picked up the Rubik's Cube again and observed it, his eyes fell on the side full of long vertical lines, and he tentatively broke it with a slight force, and with a "click", the Rubik's Cube cracked from the middle.

Richard saw that the inside of the Rubik's Cube was covered with a large number of intricate gears, the structure was more complex than that of the Rubik's Cube on modern earth, and at the very core was a hole the size of a lychee, and in the hole was a piece of cut parchment paper.

Carefully take out the parchment paper and close the Rubik's Cube, and after a few moments, the Rubik's Cube automatically returns to its first form as a metal ball.

"Regardless of what is written on the parchment and what it is for, the design of the metal ball itself is very useful. Richard had this thought in his mind.

In order to prevent it from being forcibly dismantled and destroyed, the metal ball has a means similar to self-destruction, and can exert destructive power. Now that he has successfully cracked it, he can use the self-destruct method of this metal ball as a means of attack. If you use it well, no matter how strong a wizard is, you have to die with hatred.

Of course, how to make enough impact force to excite the metal ball is a problem. How to ensure that the metal ball can be within a safe range when it self-destructs is the second problem.

Richard thought, flipping his hand, and an extra thing appeared in his hand.

It was a blood-red bead the size of an eyeball, the Destruction Bead that Old Mullen had given at the beginning, and it had been kept unused.

According to what Old Maren said at the beginning, the power of the Destruction Bead is enough to kill the official wizard in an instant, and the attack power should be very strong.

So......

Richard looked at the blood-red orb of destruction, then at the gray metal ball, his eyes flashed, he didn't say anything, and put both things into the spatial iron ring.

Then Richard turned and looked at the parchment he had taken out of the metal ball.

"Let's see what the hell is written on it, and see what information it will have. As he spoke, Richard carefully opened the cut, folded, and extremely neat parchment, and saw a line written on it, like the name of a place.

His eyes flashed, and Richard read softly: "Stock...... Moles. ”

Stockholm?

Richard frowned, there are very similar city names on modern earth, but is there such a place in the current world?

Yes, maybe, but he'd never heard of it.

Is it a name that once existed, but is now deprecated?

This possibility cannot be ruled out, after all, the metal ball contains the secret of the Black Spirit King, which has been contained for hundreds of years.

In this case, there is a problem.

If the name of this place is a relatively large city, and it has not suffered any wars or natural disasters, it may not have changed much. But if the name of this place is a small remote town, a barren village, it is not surprising that it has changed a dozen names - some nobles in the current world have a bad taste for adding their own name to everything in their territory, such as the city of Mux, the town of Alex, the village of Dex, the river of Deeules, and so on.

"Stockholm?" Richard muttered to himself, thinking to himself, what does this place name represent, why did it go to great lengths to hide in the metal ball, could it be the subsequent location of the Black Spirit King's treasure?

Could it be that the previous tomb was just the beginning, and there was more to come, and he opened a chain of treasures?

This is a bit exaggerated, just to decipher the tomb, it took him a lot of energy and time, and if it was an ordinary person, it would be almost impossible to unravel it. If the tomb is just the beginning, then what will be difficult for the rest and the rest to be? And what will be hidden at the end of it all?

Richard thought as he kept saying, "Stockmore?"

The golden mask hanging on the wall heard it and interjected, "Stockholm, that name sounds familiar." ”

"Huh?" Richard looked at the golden mask, "You know this place?"

"Well, it should be. The Golden Mask muttered to himself, "The name gives me a very familiar feeling, it makes me feel, I know where it is, it just seems like it's been too long and I can't remember it a little too much, so I think about ......"

"Good. Richard said.

The Golden Mask was silent, thinking seriously.

And then......

One hour, two hours, three hours......

The Golden Mask didn't move.

Four hours, five hours, six hours......

The Golden Mask remained silent.

Seven hours, eight hours, nine hours......

The Golden Mask still didn't move.

A day later, Richard had already adjusted his physical condition by resting, tried many times to improve the real spell barrage, and did some other tedious research.

After doing this, Richard walked to the front of the Golden Mask and saw that the Golden Mask was quiet, without saying a word.

Richard knew that he would ignore time when he was thinking, and he hated to be disturbed, but in some concern, he reached out and tapped the golden mask and asked, "Bang......! Are you alright?"

"I'm ......," Golden Mask said, his voice a little dull, "I...... I don't know ......."

Looks like there's something.

Richard's eyes narrowed, and he asked, "You think of Stockholm, what place is it?"

"Stockholm? Stockgo...... Moore?" Golden Mask said in a long tone, paused, and said in a painful hurry, "I...... I can't remember, I can't remember! I remember, I really remember, but ...... I just can't remember! Let me think again, think again!"

"Well, you go on, don't worry. Richard spoke, slowed his pace, and quietly left.

In the blink of an eye, the next day.

Richard tapped the golden mask again and asked aloud, "How's it going, have you figured it out?"

"Don't bother me! I'm thinking, I'm thinking! Right now, I'll give me a little more time, a little time!!" the Golden Mask shouted, his tone a little fiery.

"Well, okay, you go on. Richard said calmly and left again.

Day 3.

"Ah, right away, right away, right away! I said Ma Shan, don't rush, don't rush!" Before Richard could tap it, the Golden Mask shouted.

Day 4.

"It's good, it's good, it's good......" Golden Mask muttered to himself.

Day 5......

Day 6......

Day 7......

The Golden Mask thought about a place name for a week, and his tone became more and more impatient and painful day by day, as if it was no longer simply recalling a place name, but thinking about more important things.

And just like that, a week later, Richard asked the Golden Mask again: "Have you figured out the answer?"

After listening to Richard's words, the Golden Mask did not answer, but asked a question instead: "You tell me, I ...... Who am I?"

"Huh?"

"Boy, tell me, who am I?" the Golden Mask said in a heavier tone.

"You're the Golden Mask, the guardian of the palace in this world, uh, even though the palace has been demolished, you're still there. ”

"No!" the Golden Mask loudly denied, his voice getting louder and louder, "No! No, no, no, no, you're not right, you're just talking about an identity, a name, a code name, an appearance!

"And what is the real you?"

"I! I...... I don't know!" Golden Mask said excitedly, "I only know, I'm a sealed soul, but who was before I was sealed, and why was I sealed? Damn it! You...... Can you tell me?"

"Uh, this ......"