RNP Chapter 334 Amon's Tomb
Chapter 334 Amon's Tomb
Chapter 334 Amon's Tomb
White Cliffs, on the banks of the River Stefford.
Wearing a black trench coat, Lorne stood on the riverbank, carefully observing his surroundings.
"Is it around here?" he asked.
"That's right." Sharon's cool voice rang out beside Lorne.
Dressed in a Gothic court dress and wearing an exquisite little soft hat, she was currently floating quietly beside Lorne in a semi-transparent spirit form.
"Hmm—my spiritual intuition is also reacting somewhat."
"That tomb may be more dangerous than we think."
Lorne turned his head to look at Sharon's delicate but expressionless face. "If things go wrong, we'll retreat."
Sharon nodded slightly in agreement.
But then she asked, "You seem to have an unusual interest in this tomb. Why?"
"Isn't it a bit too late to ask now?" Lorne thought to himself, before explaining, "It's related to one of my items."
He pulled the cracked monocle from his pocket.
"Marich once found a 'Thief's' extraordinary attribute in the tomb. And my item seems to be related to the 'Thief's' pathway. I want to find out where this thing came from." As a comrade-in-arms who would soon be fighting alongside him, Lorne felt it was necessary to clarify some things.
"I think the tomb might be connected to the looters, and I'd like to see if I can find any clues."
"Of course, this is just my guess—"
Even without clues, obtaining some extraordinary materials or items related to the "Thief's Way" would be beneficial.
"Um"
Sharon agreed with this statement. But then, as if she had suddenly thought of something, she turned her head slightly, her tone still cool and indifferent, and asked a question that caught Lorne off guard.
"Hayr Macht also seems to be a 'thief' —"
"Moreover, she and you are very close."
She paused for a moment, as if stating an objective fact.
"She even wanted to dance with you before—"
Sharon, when did you become so talkative? And about the dance, it was clearly you who manipulated Hazel's body to invite me, okay?!
Lorne internally screamed, a wave of inexplicable embarrassment and awkwardness instantly washing over him. Even though Sharon's tone was perfectly even, he felt as if the air around him had solidified.
What exactly is this inexplicable, awkward feeling of being caught red-handed?
"Sigh—" He sighed softly, speaking as if casually, "She and I are simply collaborators. To be more precise, at most we could also say we're coercer and coerced."
He deliberately used a rather unpleasant term.
"Ms. Sharon, don't you already know all this?" he couldn't help but remind her.
Sharon was his bodyguard when she first met Hazel, so she knew all about these things.
"I was just—asking casually." Sharon calmly withdrew her gaze, her tone completely unwavering.
"You—you really have personality."
Because Maric had been here before.
The two of them didn't have much trouble finding the entrance to the Amon family tomb at the foot of a secluded mountain wall.
"Marich wanted to help too, but he recently took on a well-paying job and is quite busy," Sharon said.
"He also has to supervise the construction for me—it's normal to be busy." Lorne smiled. "The two of us are enough, so I won't owe him a favor anymore."
"Hmm." Sharon nodded, agreeing with the first part of Lorne's statement. Then, in a voice only she could hear, she murmured softly, "Two people are quite nice."
The steps, polished from black marble, have retained their hardness despite the passage of one or two thousand years, showing no signs of corrosion.
The two followed the steps down to the deep underground.
They saw asymmetrical, massive stone pillars in a style reminiscent of Quaternary architecture. At the end of the road was a huge, dark gray stone gate.
A not-so-narrow crack has appeared in the middle of the stone gate.
"It must have been left behind by previous explorers," Lorne analyzed.
Instead of taking any action, the two circled the entrance area to see if there were any treasures that the previous explorers had missed.
After exploring the area, they turned their attention to the depths of the stone door.
"Let's go," Sharon said.
"Um."
The two entered one after the other. Lorne, carrying a lantern, walked in front, while Sharon floated behind him.
Thanks to their premonition of impending doom and their subtle control over their own "luck," the two traveled smoothly without encountering any of the monsters or traps that Marich had mentioned might be lurking around the tomb.
After walking for about several dozen meters, they came to a fork in the road. Two almost identical paths stretched in different directions and disappeared into the darkness.
"Which way?" Sharon asked habitually.
"Hmm—" Lorne stopped, pondered for a moment, took out the monocle from his pocket, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the changes in the spiritual energy around him.
"right."
A faint, tangible pull came from that direction.
Following the passage on the right, after walking for a while, a sense of doubt gradually arose in Lorne's mind.
"Isn't this tomb a little too 'empty'?" he couldn't help but whisper to Sharon.
"Shouldn't there be some murals or statues?" He had done some research before coming and knew that when a tomb is large enough, there will be more or less some things inside to indicate the identity, status and glory of the tomb owner.
Generally speaking, murals are the most common type of mural. Before the invention of writing, humans had already learned to record information using pictures. Therefore, painting murals in tombs has, to some extent, become a unique tradition.
"Something does seem off," Sharon murmured in agreement. She had a deep understanding of the history and customs of the Quaternary period, and the internal structure of this tomb was indeed somewhat unusual.
Filled with doubt and caution, the two entered a relatively spacious tomb chamber.
The interior of the tomb was still empty, except for a small, separate room on the side, with its stone door ajar.
Lorne and Sharon exchanged a glance and instantly divided the tasks.
He carried the lantern, tiptoed, and slowly approached the small room, cautiously peering inside.
Upon closer inspection, he actually discovered something.
In the center of the room, on the floor, lay a curled-up figure. "Dead—" He immediately stopped moving, activated his spiritual vision, and glanced at the person. He discovered that the person no longer possessed any life force, but some trace of spirit remained.
"Has he just died not long ago?" He felt a chill run down his spine.
Just then, his premonition of disaster was triggered again, even clearer than before! He immediately took out "Phantom" from his pocket and quickly scanned his surroundings.
After confirming that there was no other movement, he slowly walked towards the corpse step by step.
From beginning to end, he never took his gun off the corpse, fearing that the other party might suddenly rise from the dead.
His face was an unnatural bluish-purple, his features were distorted, as if he had experienced great pain before his death, like he had been suffocated to death. With his superhuman vision, even from a distance, Lorne could see most of the details on the corpse.
Moreover, he noticed that on the other person's chest, there was a red, transparent object shaped like lips that emitted a faint glow.
Exceptional features!
They really hadn't been dead for very long! And it's very likely that it happened a short time before they arrived!
Am I that lucky? Did I just get a free trait? It's the "Lucky Guy's" passive ability that's activated—
No, that's not right! The "disaster" is still ongoing!
There were no obvious signs of a struggle in the surrounding area, which indicates that the accident happened very suddenly.
Moreover, the fact that he died not long ago suggests that the thing that killed him is likely still nearby!
"Well!"
Suddenly, he heard some faint noises behind him. Lorne turned around abruptly and found that Sharon had appeared behind him at some point.
"Have you noticed anything unusual?" she asked, her voice as normal as ever.
Lorne glanced at her and slowly nodded.
"have."
"Take you for example."
"Bang!"
Before she could respond, Lorne decisively pulled the trigger on her!