Chapter 1827 Treasure Trove
“Whoa… What’s going on?”
He stumbled a couple of steps before he steadied himself. Only on close examination did he discover that this wall was actually a movable door. Very quickly, he surveyed the world beyond and saw a massive stone plaque inscribed with the words “Treasure Trove.” His jaw dropped.
Never expected it to be here! Better to be lucky than good, I guess.
He carefully examined the tunnel entrance next to the plaque. Although he was unsure where it led, he set his foot on the cold, stone steps and began his descent.
Before long, he came upon a stone door. Upon it, a dragon twisted and spiraled out of the carved face of the rock. Its workmanship was truly magnificent, so much so that the creature appeared almost lifelike.
To its side was a verse: Thrice tribute the Blood of the Girin, only doth The Key turn within. Engage the beast’s mighty maw to pass beyond the dragon’s door!
Girin Blood. Key in the mouth of the beast. How can the dragon’s closed maw accept a key? Unless the mouth would only open upon the blood tribute made? It really is Girin Blood and not Kirin Blood. Could it be that the Daemonic Mount’s guards spoke true? That the vessel of Girin Blood is really a wee child?
His delightful eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled that the one who told him about Kirin Blood had clearly emphasized the link between this treasure and the Seet family. What if that person was right?
Warming up his fingers, he felt that he could test it out with his own blood, for starters.
Taking a few steps forward, he purposefully bit into his own finger and dripped drops of fresh crimson where the dragon’s maw was. He rescinded his hand after the third and monitored the serpent’s orifice for any reaction.
Yo, open sesame!
He silently urged on in anticipation.
A minute passed, then five more, then ten. The dragon’s maw remained shut and was unresponsive as ever.
Two hours had passed before he realized. Unsure whether it was owing to the constant gawking or the mental strain or other reasons unknown, he discovered that the mouth of the beast had sealed itself even more tightly.
You’ve got to be kidding me. Is my blood really useless here?
“Are you clamming up because you don’t want to drink my blood? Don’t you know how aromatic and gastronomic my blood is? Sheesh. You’ve no idea what you’re missing!”
He glared at the stone dragon, a little disappointed and dejected, as he was initially convinced that he was the one destined to unlock the treasure. It turned out that he was sorely mistaken.
However, that mysterious old man had concretely told him that Kirin Blood was a prerequisite to accessing the treasure. The Seet family and the treasure itself share the same origins and the one who claims it shall become invincible!
All along, he thought he was the Kirin child of the Seet family who was fated to attain the treasure. To think he had fallen for the old man’s tricks!
Don’t let me run into you again, or next time I-I’ll give you a good piece of my mind and tell you sincerely, “Like hell I’ll believe you, you rotten old bugger!”
Though he did not possess Girin Blood, he suddenly remembered the key that would unlock the treasure.
Previously, the key was kept inside Daddy’s Redgold Dragon Coffer and later on, was retrieved and passed it along to Lucas so that Uncle Davin could be cured of his poisoning. It would seem that the one whose fate is intertwined with the treasure must be Lucas, the child with Girin Blood as well as the bearer of the key. Dammit. I can’t unlock the treasure despite finding it. The most pertinent thing at present, therefore, is still for me to find a way out of here.
He backtracked to the blockaded entrance to the cave from where he first entered. As he stared at the pile of large rocks and racked his brains on how to move them, he heard voices from the outside.
Someone said, “See what I mean? How could this be where the treasure is? It’s totally shambolic, with not a single entryway anywhere in sight. No way in hell could this be it!”
Another person said, “The right place is most often the one which is least expected. It is precisely its implausibility that causes it to be overlooked.”
When he heard these two voices, Juan’s eyes lit up with sheer joy. I can’t believe Uncle Davin and Mr. Levant have found their way here!
“Uncle Davin! Uncle Davin!” he hollered.
Davin and Levant were both astounded to hear his shouts. When they traced the sound to its source, they exchanged looks of disbelief.
