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Chapter 473: Chapter 413 The Killer Who Murdered the Witch

While the outside was bustling, in a palace near the Tall Tower.

The archaeologist, with a stern face, had descended countless staircases.

At last, she finally saw the end of the dark staircase, where there was a door emitting a sinister red light.

She let out a long sigh.

Her fear was not that she couldn’t reach the end, but that she might be trapped walking on this seemingly endless staircase for a lifetime.

The archaeologist opened the book in her hands, her expression solemn, eyes intently focused on the pages.

After a moment, the archaeologist’s gaze became distant, as two blood characters slowly emerged on the pages before her eyes.

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[Answer]…

Although the “Handwritten Notes” did not provide her with the precise information she was looking for—the level of danger within—they did present her with another option she could not refuse.

Moreover, frequent use of this item also left her more and more mentally exhausted.

Since she had already expended the effort to come this far, there was no point in turning back now.

The archaeologist closed the book, supported her somewhat heavy head, and then took a deep breath and stepped forward.

She carefully crossed the doorway bathed in red light.

The scene before her caused her to freeze, after which she immediately furrowed her brows and covered her mouth.

An intense smell of blood, mixed with the direct assault of decay and malevolence, lingered in the spacious underground space.

The archaeologist didn’t feel afraid mentally, but her body couldn’t help but react with a surge of nausea.

Before her was a huge, circular Blood Pool, its surface rippling with a thick crimson color.

And surrounding the pool stood more than a dozen soundless medieval knights’ armor, each holding a massive axe.

Intertwined roses connected to the Blood Pool climbed upon the armor, the flowers blooming wildly in various places on them: through the gaps of the helmets, from the shoulders, waist, and abdomen of the bodies, and even from the iron axes held in their hands, as if using the metal armor as trellises.

Steel, roses, blood, metal—all wove together a picture of violence and beauty.

Actually, aside from the pool of blood, there were no other visuals in this underground room that were overly shocking.

Well…

that is, aside from the overly dense evil presence.

This was an indescribable feeling, where one would only feel a chill down their spine, the brain twitching in protest, and the body strongly expressing disgust and an urge to flee.

The archaeologist, covering her nose, walked into the underground room and looked around.

The room covered at least one hectare, likely encompassing under half the castle above, with a hundred square meter Blood Pool at its center.

The Blood Pool was still bubbling…

Around the edges, the archaeologist saw retro furnishings such as carved screens, rectangular tables, velvet brass chairs, oil lamps, columns, and other ordinary items.

The light in the underground room emanated from the Blood Pool and from the oil lamps hanging overhead.

Although the light was dim, it was sufficient to survey this vast space.

The archaeologist didn’t approach the Blood Pool.

She warily glanced at the ten suits of armor surrounding the pool and then carefully walked toward the living quarters.

From the layout, it didn’t seem like a place people came to often, yet every spot was neat and tidy, as though it was regularly visited.

She wandered around the living area for a bit before approaching the table and pulling open a drawer to look inside.

It was spotlessly clean, with nothing in it.

The archaeologist paused and began to search every place by hand, but although there were all sorts of things there, there was also nothing at all.

There were no “Green’s Handwritten Notes”!

The archaeologist sat in a chair, frowning in thought.

The reason she felt no one lingered here was because the items were arranged as if the place were a model for playing house.

The model had an exterior identical to the real thing but inside, the substance and material were entirely different; real objects would be used and placed upon, while models were just for show.

From another perspective, the item she was looking for was unlikely to be just lying in these places.

The archaeologist thought for a moment, then turned her head toward the Blood Pool.

Encircled by more than a dozen suits of medieval knight’s armor, there was actually a circular dais at the center of the pool, almost level with the water’s surface, with a cross sword planted on it.

The scene before her was like something straight out of a treasure-hunting adventure, surrounded by things that seemed strange just by looking at them.

It was definitely a treasure of epic quality!

But she didn’t really feel like getting any closer.

The medieval knight’s armor, which seemed like mere decorative items, gave her an inexplicable sense of dread, especially the iron great axe they held in their hands.

So, initially, the archaeologist didn’t focus on the Blood Pool.

And now…

The archaeologist hesitated for a moment, since she did not have much time to think of a solution, so she opened the book once again.

“This is the last time today!”

She took a deep breath, her pupils dilating suddenly, staring blankly and intently at the pages of the book.

Under her gaze, the characters, red turning to almost black, rose from the pages and disappeared again, and she quickly jotted them down, piecing together the information she desired in her mind.

[Only the beings she recognizes and holds dear can become the true killers to end her life.]

The archaeologist snapped back to reality, breathing heavily, a wave of dizziness and nausea washing over her.

Even her thoughts began to blur, with strange, twisting hallucinations appearing before her eyes and weird whisperings as if from afar echoing in her ears.

Remembering the blackened characters she had just seen, the archaeologist decisively put the book away to prevent herself from opening it again.

Because using this item depleted her rational thoughts.

This thing was addictive, you knew it would harm your mind, but the accurate information it provided made you unable to resist using it again and again.

After all, the intelligence it provided was extremely useful, like cheating to obtain it directly!!

However, the greater the impact of the information, the more it drained one’s spirit, just like the information she had obtained moments ago which contaminated her psyche.

The archaeologist covered her mouth, her palm trembling slightly.

Overcome with excitement, her eyes burned passionately as she suddenly fixed her gaze on the cross-shaped greatsword in the middle of the Blood Pool!

That was—the thing that could kill the Witch!

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In Cerys’s palace.

Xu Shuo stood in front of a huge mirror, switching viewpoints curiously, looking left and right at the screen, but he couldn’t see what the archaeologist had just read from the book.

To his eyes, it was just a regular book, containing content for children, no less.

As for the story—about a knight who stumbled upon a castle deep in the mountains and was immediately loved by the princess living there; thereafter, they lived happily ever after.

Xu Shuo: “…”@@novelbin@@

What sort of children’s book full of plot holes was this?

Traveling Poet would never believe that was the actual content of that book!

There could only be one explanation: The book was some kind of magical item, and whatever observers saw was a hallucination presented by the book!

Speaking of magical items, Xu Shuo had just rescued a climber and, in the process, conveniently confiscated a tattered black cloak that had fallen on the ground.

Named—the “Cloak of the Baseless.”

Just listen to the name of the item; it might have something to do with that staff that only gives X-ray Vision!

More importantly, he had successfully added the cloak he found to his Player’s Handbook.

Xu Shuo stroked his chin, thoughtfully looking at the image in the mirror—he suddenly became interested in the book the archaeologist was holding too.

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