There is a door not far from the bar in the lobby, through which one can reach the backyard of the inn, the basement, the well, the warehouse, all there.

Downton recognized the voices as Robinson and Pire, and knowing that he was far from being their match now, he wisely chose to evacuate.

After finding a safe room and making sure that the traces were erased, Downton hid inside.

"How long have I been meditating?" Downton wrote with a quill pen and communicated with the Grimograph, thinking about his next move by the way.

"Nearly twenty-five hours!" Homer replied quickly, "Because I used my magic source to help you gather magical energy, it only lasted for such a long time of meditation, with your current level, it should be three hours at most!"

"It's been so long, and I don't know what happened to Duren?"

Although he was worried about his friend's safety, Downton couldn't do anything, he was just now able to protect himself, and if he encountered a tough ghoul, it would be a dead end.

"In this dark dungeon, there's no way to tell the time by the sun, except for the bryophytes, everything seems to be dead. Homer sighed and even wanted to write a sonnet lyrically.

Grunt, Downton's stomach roared, and the feeling of fasting came.

He took out the bread, broke it, put it in his mouth, moistened it with his saliva, and swallowed it again.

"You'd better find food quickly, or you'll starve!" Homer reminded, "and water, because you'll lose a lot of water in a high-intensity battle, and the wine will be enough to keep it in the air, but it should be guarded by the Robinson trio." ”

"Sharpen the knife and don't mistake the woodcutter, before that, I have to find a weapon first, with my bare hands, it's too much of a loss!" Downton looked at the dagger in the leather sheath and sighed, most of the giant martial arts have to use long-bladed weapons to release, this thing naturally does not count.

Downton was a complete poor ghost, and he didn't have any spare money to buy weapons, so the dagger in his hand was bought for him by his sister with a scholarship.

"Where to find the blacksmith?" Homer couldn't think of any other answer, "but there are a lot of undead creatures out there, and with your strength, it's too dangerous!"

"No, go to the guest room and look for it!"

"It doesn't work, there are at least more than 200 rooms in this kind of large hotel, there are too many, not to mention whether there are adventurers with weapons to stay, it is too wasteful to search for them. Homer vetoed.

"Let's only go to the luxury suite, and if we can afford to live in the suite of this kind of luxury hotel, they are either rich or expensive, and their personal guards must be armed, right?" Downton had already calculated Homer's concerns.

Homer was speechless, and he found himself unable to keep up with his divergent thoughts, a little depressed.

"Didn't you say that if you enter the soul level, you can open the talent?

"Don't worry, the soul seed is adapting to your body, and after a perfect fit, the talent will automatically open, and this process will take about three days!"

"Too long!" Downton was disappointed.

"Anyone who becomes a Demon Powered will be given birth to a unique Natal Soul Shield, which can be released with a single thought. "It's a shield that is both magical and physical, and it's very useful. ”

With a bang, a fist-sized pure white translucent ball emerged, slowly rotating around Downton's body like a satellite.

"Let's go, I hope the three Robinsons didn't go to the luxurious room to search in advance!" Downton grabbed his backpack and left the room, while retracting the soul shield and maintaining it, it would take magic energy.

Passing through the dimly lit staircase, Downton climbed to the top floor.

The luxurious suites of such large hotels are usually built on them, and in addition to the wide view, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the entire main city, and there is a feeling of seeing the mountains and small places, as if shijie has been trampled underfoot, which is preferred by the rich and noble.

The division is unfavorable, the door shaft is too rusty, and the creak of opening the door is simply the most haode attack signal.

Pushing open the door to the first suite on the left side of the hallway, Downton had just reached through the crack in the door when a ghoul heard the movement and pounced on him quickly.

"You can kill!"

Before Homer finished speaking, Downton, who saw that the monster's body was relatively tattered, had already squeezed into the room and closed the door with his hand, he was worried that fighting in the corridor would attract more monsters.

The Giant's Spear can be within five yards!

Facing the onrushing ghoul, Downton came up with a single shot, and the condensed spear shot at its chest.

Bang, the monster's sternum was dented, the body was stunned, Downton strode forward, twisted his waist and swung his arms, and the giant's iron fist blasted out.

Boom, the ghoul's head was flattened and rolled out, and the minced meat and maggots on his body fell to the ground.

"Yes, the head target is relatively small, and with your level, it is very likely to miss and fall into passivity, so it is better to attack the body, prevent it from approaching, and then add an additional attack. Watching Downton pounce and give Zuihou a blow to the monster that was about to get up, Homer was very satisfied, "It's just a waste of magic energy!"

A wisp of purple mist flew out of the corpse and drifted into the tome.

"What is this?" Downton had seen the Grimoire collect this 'mist' from every corpse he had killed, but he didn't have time to ask.

"Soul Remnant!" added Homer, "it contains soul energy that can repair my soul origin!"

"Didn't you prepare a sacrifice?"

Downton didn't make a fuss, soul energy is also a type of magical energy, and it belongs to one of the most mysterious magical energy, and many gods are particularly fond of sacrifices.

The gods of the Western Earth Continent are generous, and as long as you can offer sacrifices that satisfy them, you can receive the coveted gift of the gods.

Time Hengsha, the dragon of time and order, the artifact of the Lord of War, and the lucky green leaf of the goddess of fate, etc., are all top-level divine graces, enough to make any king on the continent crazy.

"If you use this kind of thing as a sacrifice, the gods won't sweep the tail of their eyes. Homer's poisonous tongue, "If you don't do it, you will scold in your heart, don't come to sacrifice if you are poor, it's a waste of time!"

Downton couldn't help laughing, the lords who could usually get sacrifices for sacrifice were big people, but in Homer's eyes, they were belittled as worthless.

There was a pungent smell of decay wafting through the room.

Ignoring Homer's ramblings, Downton made a quick search.

There was a skeleton lying on the ground, apparently not transformed into a ghoul, its clothes in tatters, and some gold coins scattered all around.

Downton found a suitcase in his closet, opened it, and the brilliant light almost blinded his eyes, and it was stuffed full of gold coins and precious stones.

"If you can take it back, this money will be enough to buy a small estate, not to mention the French thoroughbreds!" Downton closed the box, tossed it back into the closet, and continued his search.

For Downton, who can't get out, they are of no use except for adding extra weight and consuming physical energy.

"Is this magical equipment?" Downton took a ruby ring from the skeleton's finger, as a poor commoner, he had never seen a magic costume.

"No, it's just a luxury, the dagger on the waist is, looking at the type of magic array engraved, as long as the magic energy is entered, it should be able to inspire a war-level magic. ”

Downton happily picked up the one-foot-long dagger, wiped the dust off his sleeve, instilled magical energy, and nothing happened.

"What's going on?" Downton was puzzled, wielding his dagger again.

"This dungeon has been buried for at least three thousand years, and even a little maintenance has been done, do you think the magic circle carved on the dagger will still be intact?" Homer scoffed.

Throwing away the rusty dagger, Downton continued his treasure hunt.

Half an hour later, he searched through five luxurious suites, and found the most gold coins, a chain pendant, and a mechanical pocket watch, which was branded with a defensive Rubik's Cube, which should be used by the rich to defend themselves.

It's just that the erosion of the long years has made them broken.

The only valuable gain was probably a rusty knight's sword that had been ripped off the corpse, and Downton estimated that it would break in less than five slashes.

"Don't be discouraged, when I absorb enough soul energy and repair some of the origin, I can open the war space and take all of this away!" Homer comforted Downton, worried that he would be hit.

"Space props?" Downton was overjoyed and hurriedly wrote and asked.

Metal veins with spatial attributes have always been scarce, and they are extremely difficult to mine, coupled with the fact that unpopular space magicians are required to create spatial equipment, so the price of this kind of equipment has always been expensive, and there is basically no market.

"Don't compare me to those garbage space props, I'm Lord Homer!" "Homer" Homer was unhappy with Downton's statement.

"How much do you want to absorb?" Downton was eager to kill the ghoul immediately.

"This kind of ghoul is about a thousand!" Homer calculated, "It should be possible to open up enough war space to hold two heavily armored rhinoceros, your efforts, the more I recover, the larger the scope of space opened!"

"You're fooling me, aren't you? a thousand? How long will this take? Before I kill them all, I'll all be dried corpses first!" Downton couldn't help but roll his eyes, "That's not ants, a pot of boiling water can douse a large piece of water, that's a man-eating ghoul!"

"Hey, if you get me the complete soul of a dragon, I can directly open a war space the size of a small gladiatorial arena, enough to stuff a thousand ghouls!"

"You'd better hurry up and get back to the point where you can listen to me directly, it's too much trouble to always write. Downton put away the quill and inkwell and pushed open the next door.

In the dimly lit living room, a tomahawk lay quietly on the ground, emitting a pale blue glow, as dazzling as the stars in the night sky.

"Tomahawk?" surprise climbed up Downton's cheeks, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that after thousands of years, a weapon with magical light was definitely not ordinary!

For the first time, Downton lost his composure, and rushed in, trying to pick it up and admire it, completely oblivious to the large cobwebs that covered the ceiling.

A black-blooded spider the size of a pure-blooded steed with twelve huge compound eyes open, staring at its prey, following the spider silk, quietly approaching from the ceiling!