"Boss, is this true?" Planck's voice suddenly sounded next to the clown, startling Alfie, who was close at hand, and Planck came over at some point, obviously seeing the same words as the clown.

"It should be true!" The clown couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart, as a powerhouse in the Sacred Domain, although he didn't understand the principle of the change of this treasure map due to the different rules he mastered, he could determine the authenticity of the words changed on the treasure map, and the power of the rules on it would never be faked - at least the realm of the Sacred Realm was far from enough, and it was only possible to achieve this by reaching the realm of God.

"So is there really such a treasure in the world that can change depending on the person who watches?" Planck still didn't quite believe it. The treasure map that Barnett took out looked like an ordinary map at first glance, but if you look carefully, you will find that there will be magical changes on it, and people who have not seen this change will not believe it at all.

"Just prove it. The clown threw his chin at Coughren, who was bandaging his wounds, and although he was of short stature, this kind of pretentious momentum instantly overwhelmed the trembling Coughren.

"What do you command?" said Coughlon was now utterly inferior, and in the eyes of the others, he was no different from a wagging pug wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

"The secret note you said should still be on you, right?" asked the clown in a tone that could not be questioned.

"When, of course it's still there. Coughren had no doubt that if half a "no" came out of his mouth, the Joker would kill him without hesitation.

"Huh?" the clown glared, upset at Coughlon's delay.

"Here, here!" Coughren took out a wooden box with a simple shape and was covered with all kinds of prohibitions, and began to carefully unravel the layers of prohibitions on the wooden box.

"This wooden box is a good thing at first glance, you see the prohibition on it layer after layer. Zambit snuck up to Iero and whispered to his old friend.

"No matter how good that wooden box is, it's not your thing. Arrow replied with a glimpse of air. After such a long break, his condition is noticeably better.

"Cut, don't pretend to be pure with me. You're definitely more possessive of these treasures than I am. Zambit said angrily. Arrow's obsession with treasures is definitely comparable to that of a dragon.

"Arrow has learned his lesson, it's not his own, and he must not ask for it. Arrow said angrily. He hadn't forgotten that it was the beautiful beads he had picked up from the Monster Forest that didn't belong to him that attracted the silver-haired man's covetousness, and he suffered this unwarranted disaster.

In this respect, Arrow is much better than the great Troll Warriors, at least he knows how to learn his lessons.

As he spoke, Coughren had already untied all the restrictions on the wooden box, and carefully took out a piece of white paper as thin as a cicada's wing.

"It's the Five Treasures Glitter Paper?" said the Joker and Rebecca in surprise when they saw the paper.

"What a five-treasure glare paper, isn't it just an ordinary white paper~" The great troll warrior said disdainfully. The most widely used in the continent of Elliad are parchment and papyrus, and white paper, although rare, is not unused. Even in the eyes of most Eliats, plain white paper is far less durable than parchment and papyrus.

Zambit's words fell into the Joker's eyes word for word, and the Clown just threw a cold glance at him, which frightened the Troll Warrior into silence immediately.

"What is the Five Treasures Glitter Paper?" Barnett whispered to Rebecca, who had never heard of this paper even though he had lived for more than two thousand years.

"The so-called five treasures refer to dragon scales, phoenix feathers, unicorn manes, leaves of the World Tree and fountains of life, these five treasures can be made into a wonderful paper with a special method, this paper will emit various colors of glare with the power of the user's rules, so it is called multicolored glare paper. Rebecca explained quietly in Zambit.

Of the people present, except for Rebecca and the Joker, I am afraid that no one has actually seen this mysterious paper, not even Planck. And Rebecca knew this, completely because of the light of her teacher, the goddess of magic, Bishut.

"Dragon scales, phoenix feathers, unicorn manes, leaves of the World Tree, and fountains of life - are there really these legendary treasures in this world?"

"The power of the user's rules ......" Unlike Zambit's marvel at the materials made of the multicolored glitter paper, Alfie immediately grasped the point of Rebecca's statement, "Could it be that these multicolored glare papers can only be used in the Sanctuary?"

"To be precise, only the powerhouses of the Sanctuary above the Mithril Sanctuary can barely use it. Rebecca nodded at Alfie, "The multicolored glare paper is a treasure that only the gods use. ”

"Cut~ brag, where do the gods need to use such a low-level thing as paper?" Zambit had a look of disbelief on his face.

"The gods may not need this kind of thing, but the message that the gods have left to the believers on the continent can be used. Rebecca said with a glance at Zambit. She had asked her teacher a similar stupid question, and the answer was the speculation that Bischut had given her.

"Quite right. At the beginning, the old god stick had a code in his hand, and the code was all made of extravagant multicolored glamorous paper. The clown said through gritted teeth. That code of law has infinite power in the hands of that old god, and if it weren't for the suppression of that code, the clown would definitely have a chance of escaping with his unpredictable shaping skills, even if he failed to assassinate him.

The old god stick later showed off in front of him, and he didn't know that there was such a thing as multicolored glare paper from then on. The experience of that defeat was so hard to remember the code and the multicolored glare paper that the clown recognized at a glance as soon as he took out the codex: it was exactly the same as the codex.

"Are you talking about the Holy Codex, one of the seven secret treasures of the Holy See?" asked Coughren cautiously after listening to the Joker's words.

"If your so-called Holy See only has that Codex made of multicolored glamorous paper, then I think you'd be right. The clown glanced up at the "soft bones" and said contemptuously.

"I didn't expect that the Holy Codex, one of the seven secret treasures, really existed. Coughren muttered under his breath. Even in his capacity, he had only heard of the Holy Codex, which was known as the first of the seven secret treasures of the Holy See. So much so that there is such a rumor in the Holy See that the Holy Law Code was taken back to the divine realm by the Lord of Light as early as after the end of the Great War of All Races.