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Michael and Marcus both turned to look at her. Seeing her usual spark return to her eyes, they couldn't help but smile.

The path to the tomb was uneventful but felt long. Michael's gaze occasionally drifted to Garett's plump tail, which twitched every time the gargoyle flapped his wings. He couldn't help but feel a swell of pride—his own squadron of winged beasts! These gargoyles were far more majestic and imposing than any pterodactyl, making his heart swell with excitement.

After flying for a while, Garett folded his wings and descended to the ground. [You mentioned seeking the grave goods, correct?]

Marcus, hovering briefly in the air, chose a suitable landing spot. [We're here. Even if the body is no longer present, we should proceed with reverence. From the aura I sense, it seems the divine remains have indeed vanished.]

Michael nodded, as this was more or less what he expected.

[Michael! We're splitting whatever we find here evenly, right?] Miaomiao asked, her tone mischievous.

Michael gave her a look, realizing how deeply entrenched she had become in her capitalistic tendencies.

[Of course! Since we came here together, it's only fair to divide the loot equally,] Marcus chimed in, his nostrils flaring with excitement.

Watching Marcus's enthusiasm, Michael briefly wondered if he was corrupting his companions. Still, he nodded with a proud expression. After all, he could distribute vouchers as their share later. Keeping everyone motivated was a win-win.

Garett led them through a labyrinth of passages to a stone chamber. [Taking a different route or entering the wrong chamber would have triggered significant consequences. While those safeguards are currently inactive, Lady Nefertari's blood on the Guardian Stone will allow us to reactivate them. It would also unseal the coastal cave.]

Michael marveled. Modern magic paled in comparison to the wonders of ancient sorcery. He now understood why Leonardo's skills as an artifact craftsman had improved so dramatically after studying ancient ruins.

When Michael entered the chamber, he felt a pang of disappointment. A beautifully carved sarcophagus sat in the center, its lid ajar and its interior empty. There were no grave goods in sight.

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The sarcophagus was massive, large enough to accommodate two people. It was clearly meant to house the divine remains.

"Ah... There's nothing here," Michael muttered, crestfallen.

At that moment, Garett pressed a brick on the wall with his plump forepaw. The wall trembled and began to rise, revealing a hidden chamber bathed in a dazzling light. Dozens of magical lamps embedded in the ceiling illuminated the space so brightly it was almost blinding.

As Michael squinted to adjust, he spotted Marcus rolling gleefully on a large golden-threaded carpet. The carpet, approximately five meters long and 2.5 meters wide, seemed to bring Marcus immense joy.

Ignoring Marcus's antics, Michael approached the rows of chests placed on the carpet. The first row contained ornate wooden boxes filled with dishes, plates, and cups, all meticulously packed. The next row held garments woven with gold and silver threads, adorned with jewels. Beyond that were accessories, somewhat crude in design but possessing a certain charm.

[The ancients believed that even gods who had died would someday return. Hence, they buried essential items with them, all of the highest quality,] Garett explained.

Michael nodded, recalling that ancient gods, like humans, were beings capable of love and death. New gods had eventually emerged, eradicating the old ones, only for those new gods to be destroyed by the Radiance.

He carefully placed the chests into his spatial ring, musing that these antiques might fetch higher prices than gemstones. Marcus, meanwhile, was still sprawled on the carpet.

When Michael tugged at the carpet, Marcus looked up with dazed eyes and asked, [C-can I keep this?]

Smiling indulgently, Michael stowed the carpet in his spatial ring. [I'll make a replica for your nest later. For now, let me hold onto it.]

The carpet, being made of gold thread, appealed to Marcus not for its antiquity but for its material, making it an easy compromise. Michael then opened the next set of chests.

Inside were seven crates brimming with weapons and armor: swords, bows, spears, war hammers, shields, full plate armor, and barding for mounts. Each piece gleamed, enchanted with preservation magic. When Michael pulled out a finger-length sword, it instantly reverted to its original size.

Spotting the armor and barding, Michael couldn't suppress a cry of delight. There were at least a hundred sets—more than enough to outfit a unit of heavy cavalry.

Heavy cavalry! A dream come true! he thought, raising his fists in triumph. Combined with his gargoyle squadron, he felt confident that this force could dominate any battlefield.

Watching Michael brim with joy, Marcus peeked into one of the chests out of curiosity. Finding the contents uninteresting, he flopped back onto the floor with a huff. Meanwhile, Michael finished packing away the weapons and armor and turned his attention to the next set of chests.

The three chests before him were clearly special, each adorned with intricate carvings and luxurious embellishments. The ancient engravings on each chest were distinct, hinting at their unique origins and raising his anticipation.

Michael opened the first chest. Inside lay a pair of earrings—one set with a ruby as red as blood, the other with a sapphire as blue as the sea. The jewels emitted an otherworldly glow, their mystical energy almost palpable.

Miaomiao's voice trembled as she spoke. [Wow, those are the Earrings of Ines, the Goddess of Love, and Castro, the God of War! So, my grandfather was guarding gods like Ines and Castro!]

"Ines and Castro?" Michael asked, his curiosity piqued.@@novelbin@@

Her eyes sparkled with reverence and astonishment. She continued, [Yes, they were lovers. During the war of the gods, Ines was ambushed and killed. Driven mad with grief, Castro carried her body into battle, seeking revenge. After avenging her, he ended his own life. They were buried facing each other, wishing to see each other's faces first when they were reborn. Isn't that romantic?]

Miaomiao clasped her paws over her chest, her expression dreamy as she recounted the tale. Her voice carried an air of admiration for their love and tragedy.