Chapter 234 Break In! P4 Laboratory! (Mr. Chun’s Ten Thousand Rewards Plus 8 Updates)

The "Arcane" annual academic conference and the annual Young Magician Awards Ceremony lasted for three days in total.

The morning of the first day was the opening ceremony, award ceremony, and academic lecture by the legendary master; the afternoon of the first day, the second and third days were academic discussions by school and field; the afternoon of the third day was the closing lecture and dinner. Most of the high-level magicians give lectures or host discussions. People like Grete just wander around the venue and listen to topics of interest...

It’s busy inside and it’s busy outside. In the past three days, news related to Grete was collected one by one to the restaurant at the back entrance of the college, and then passed to the action personnel by the restaurant owner:

"Gret Nordmark joined Thunder Point, but has not been to the peak in the past month."

"Gret Nordmark often traveled to Clark's Peak some time ago. It seems that he has been in the dwarf area..."

"Every time I come down from the dwarf area, I follow a convoy carrying goods. There are at least two dwarves in the team, a group of escorting cavalry, the leader is a fifth-level knight, and his barbarian entourage."

"Almost never goes shopping. No, in the past six months, no one of our informants in the city has seen him go shopping."

"I found his laboratory! It can't be wrong. His name is still hanging on the wall of that laboratory!"

"The location of that laboratory is very remote..."

"Someone is delivering supplies! They have been delivering supplies every day for the past two months! The delivery person said that except for Gretel and his barbarian entourage, he saw no one else!"

The boss squatted under the dim oil lamp and dug out information one by one from shells, firewood, shiny dirty money bags, and other strange places, and shared it with the young man. Marcus Breno hugged his injured leg, huddled in the woodshed and looked at the map of Nevis City, his eyes so bright that they were about to burn:

"You definitely don't have to think about the summit. It's a place where great magicians gather. People like me will die as many as they go."

"The forging area...the forging area is not good either. It's too difficult to get things out of the dwarves."

"It's impossible to intercept them halfway... I was injured, and I don't have the authority to mobilize other people this time. Such a team of people can't handle it. Now it seems that I can only go to that laboratory."

"Help me check the situation inside again. How many people are there, and when were--"

The boss answered skillfully: "There are also the layout of the laboratory, defensive measures, surrounding environment, patrol situation, where to retreat... Don't worry, I know it all! What else do you need? I'll have someone check it out together!"

"Let's wait until this batch of news comes back." Marcus Breno pressed his thigh, and another trace of pain flashed across his face. The boss looked down at him: "Can you still hold on? Do you want me to find a way to buy a bottle of healing potion? I still have this connection——"

"You want me to accept the evil god's grace?" Marcus suddenly raised his head and stared at him with a look of shock on his face. The boss pressed his head with a headache:

"But a healing potion is a healing potion! It doesn't matter which one it comes from, it can be used to heal any injury or illness!"

"José, you are crazy! Only my Lord is the only God! You have been in the land of the pagans for twenty years. You have fallen and your faith has been polluted!"

"I'm doing this for your own good! - Your injury is much more serious than the past few days. If you don't get treatment, you won't be able to make it back even if the operation is over!"

"You don't have to worry about it!"

The boss walked away. In the darkness, Marcus Breno held the dagger and lowered his head silently.

The next day, in the woodshed of the "Magician's House", there was a little boy huddled in the corner of the woodpile, his whole body burning hot.

Marcus Breno hung around the lab for two days.

Dress up as a beggar, a hawker, a tourist, a student, and observe from far and near, from all directions. The laboratory is on the outskirts of the city, and one step outside is the wilderness. But even in such a remote location, there is a group of guards patrolling there at least every hour. The patrol density is smaller at night, but even so, you will definitely come here every two or three hours.

For two days, the door of the laboratory was only opened once in the morning, and the barbarians dragged in a basket full of supplies and threw out an empty basket. He didn't go out during the day or at night. Through the wall, Marcus could hear "hum", "ha", "hey", "bang" and various sounds of fists and beatings inside, which could be heard from early in the morning. to evening.

...This barbarian is really in good spirits...

Fortunately, barbarians are more energetic during the day. Although the walls of this laboratory are high and there are sharp iron spears on the top, they cannot stop Marcus. He walked around a few times, climbed up a tree, caught two birds, picked them up with all his strength, and threw them over the wall.

There was silence on the wall, no reaction. The two sparrows chirped, flapped their wings in panic, and flew up again. Marcus smiled slightly, grabbed another wild cat, picked up the skin by its neck and threw it upwards.

"Meow-"

A shrill scream. After a while, the large iron door of the laboratory opened a crack, and the barbarian stretched out an arm and threw the wild cat out of the door.

Except for a little dirty fur and a few extra blades of grass stuck to its paws, the tortoiseshell wild cat was unscathed and kept meowing and cursing.

...good luck. There are no magic alarms set on the walls of this laboratory, or at least no magic alarms for small animals.

Marcus made up his mind. He found a hotel and took a shower. He carefully cleaned away the fishy smell, sour smell and various unpleasant odors from his body, and put on a pair of light and soft dark clothes. Taking advantage of the cold rain at night, he climbed up the wall silently and crossed the iron spear with a soft somersault.

Still no sirens sounded. The young thief listened carefully, and there was a rising and falling sound on his right hand side, like a bellows, but it was the barbarian follower who was sleeping soundly. Marcus carefully touched the left hand side. Not far away, a foul smell came out.

... According to the information I obtained before, this laboratory has raised many animals, especially rabbits, and someone even delivered feed a few days ago. So, what I smell can’t be…

Rabbit shit, right?

Marcus quickly walked around the wall. This building covers a large area, but it has no defense, and even several shutters are open. Marcus lay on the window lattice and looked hard, pressing his face until every edge was marked. He finally saw the cages, troughs, and buckets inside. It was indeed just a house for raising animals.

Going around again, let alone treasures, there isn't even half a box in the house. It seemed that even if there was a mission target, it would not be here. Marcus quietly stepped away and walked towards another house.

When I arrived at the door, I saw a bright yellow triangular sign embedded in the wall next to the door. In the logo, three outward-facing black crescents form a triangle, with a black ring surrounding the separation of the crescents, as if to bind them together.

Marcus Breno didn't know what material the logo was made of, why it glowed in the dark, let alone what the logo meant. However, after just one glance, he felt an inexplicable sense of danger and alert, and couldn't help but take a step back.

After exiting this step, he saw two lines of blood-red characters written next to the triangle sign:

Danger!

Stay out!

Found the right one. Marcus Breno relaxed slightly. The more heavily guarded the place, the more rewarding it will be. As for danger, how can it not be dangerous to perform a mission? In other words, how can there be no danger in the magician's world?

He circled around on tiptoe. Compared with the breeding farm next door, the security of this house was too tight. Marcus turned around and didn't even see half of the windows.

Not only were there no windows, but there were no side doors, ventilation holes, or water outlets. I wonder if the owner wanted to suffocate himself to death.

The only entrance seemed to be the door at the danger sign, where the savage snored loudly.

Marcus assessed his fighting ability. If he was not injured, he would not be afraid of a head-on fight with a barbarian, but he had no choice but to receive a blow on his right leg. The black energy penetrated into his bones and did not get better in two months, forcing his strength to the seventh level for the first time.

At this moment, he wanted to break open the door and kill the barbarians in a sneak attack without alerting the outside. Marcus was really unsure.

Fortunately, there are other plans. Marcus held his breath and walked quietly to the other end of the long house, which was the end away from the entrance. Holding the dagger tightly with one hand, the other hand reached into his arms and took out a black and gray amulet.

Then, the man and his weapons twisted in the darkness and disappeared quietly.

——Shadow jump!

Use the power of the Shadow Realm to transcend physical barriers and jump right into the heart of your defenses!

There was a flash of flowers in front of my eyes, and then it was bright and clear.

Marcus Breno was so dazzled that he couldn't even open his eyes. He reflexively grasped the dagger and swung it forward. The sharp blade cut through the wind, the sound was sharp, but other than that there was no movement at all... No one?

Regardless of whether there was anyone or not, years of training made him swoop down and curl up in a ball. After touching the ground, he opened his eyes and saw that he was huddled under a table, with a strange-shaped white lamp on the opposite side, and the light was shining directly on his face. I stood up and looked around, but there was nothing in the room except the big table that could sleep on.

There was not even a stool to be found.

...Grete said that there is no anesthesiologist, so why do we need a stool in the operating room?

Although the room was empty, Marcus still felt particularly familiar as he looked around. He sniffed and looked carefully, and sure enough, he smelled the smell of blood floating in the air - it was so light that if he hadn't gone through special training, he would hardly be able to detect it.

He walked forward following the smell of blood, and smelled the rotten smell mixed with blood on the stone table. It was also extremely slight, suppressed by a cold, sharp, and unfamiliar smell that drifted into the room, causing a shiver down his spine.

Here, this laboratory is really a dangerous place...

Marcus took a breath of cold breath, his heart was beating wildly, but his whole body became excited instead. Danger means that he has found the right thing - the question now is, where is that secret, that - or those treasures? !

He moved forward step by step according to his memory. After passing the big white light, he pushed open another door marked "Danger! Do not enter!" and entered a dark room with four walls. Listening carefully, the barbarian's snoring could not be heard here at all. Marcus took out a silver rod and gently pulled off the outer sleeve.

In an instant, the light from the silver rod reflected in the room, illuminating Marcus's surprised eyes.

Full of beautiful things.

Marcus' first reaction was that he had walked into some treasure house. After taking a closer look, I couldn't help but be disappointed: the four walls of the room and the shelves against the walls were filled with rows of round glass dishes. The shining lights I saw before were all glass dishes, glass bottles, glass tubes, glass...

Each glass vessel contained something, red, translucent, yellow, white, green... There were handwritten labels on the glass vessels. Marcus looked at several rows of them and didn't recognize a single word.

Not here.

The secret is not here.

But it was already very close... Marcus estimated the length of the house and the distance he had jumped through, and walked decisively towards the interior of the room. After searching for a while, he found a door behind the curtain. He pushed the door open and entered. There was a huge iron cabinet embedded in the wall, which was more than an arm's width and taller than a person's head.

There is also a bright yellow triangular logo inlaid on the front of the iron cabinet, which is exactly the same as the entrance to the house.

It’s here!

The moment the iron cabinet came into view, Marcus' intuition screamed loudly.

He held the silver rod in his left hand and pulled the cabinet door handle with his right hand. The iron cabinet did not move, as if mocking. Pull, have no effect, push down, have no effect, turn, have no effect. He poked his hand there quietly, looking like a decoration.

Undeterred, Marcus searched carefully and found a keyhole under the handle. He knelt down, took out a piece of wire, put his ear against the cabinet door, and tinkered gently.

Click, click, click...

The iron teeth were opened one after another. Finally, there was a soft ding, the iron teeth slid open, and silence returned.

Marcus smiled contentedly. He still didn't dare to be careless, so he held the iron rod in his mouth, held the dagger in one hand, and opened the cabinet door with the other. Once, twice...

The heavy iron cabinet still didn't move. His distorted face was reflected on the cabinet door, as if a little devil was laughing:

"You're stupid..."

...How on earth do you open this cabinet door? Marcus touched it up and down for a while, and finally confirmed that in addition to the ordinary keyhole, this thing also had a magic lock. The keyhole is in the triangular mark on the cabinet door, and in the center of the three black crescents is a deep black gemstone...

At first glance, it seems that it is used to respond to magical power.

As for how this gem works? Regardless of whether it is opened with a magic item or a magician uses a spell, in short, there is no role for the physical profession.

So this must be it! If it is not the most important treasure, how can it be protected with so many layers of protection and how many keys are needed to open it?

Marcus had no more doubts in his mind. He retracted his weapon, pulled out another dagger from his waist, and slashed it hard in the crack of the door - dazzling sparks exploded, flashed, and then disappeared again.

This dagger is an imitation of the "Dagger of Sanction". It is three levels worse than the real thing. It also has a lot of uses cut off and only maintains a special magic. The effect is to destroy all magic locks that come into contact with it. Give it to him to use when going on a mission, just to deal with the current situation.

The knife slashed down, and the sharp edge swam from the highest point of the door crack to the lowest point. Marcus straightened up and was about to make another cut on the top of the cabinet door when the sound of a chain turning suddenly sounded from the far end of the room.

Along with the sound of turning, there was also a young man's voice, light and cheerful, with ups and downs:

"Two bottles of Penicillium! Two bottles of Penicillium! Run fast! Run fast! One bottle of Staphylococcus aureus, one bottle of Pseudomonas aeruginosa, grow! Grow!"

Thanks to x-on:Origami and Zzheart for the 200 starting coins.

I originally wanted to write a 3,400-word crossover, but ended up writing a 4,200-word chapter! It’s really more meow meow meow meow!

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