"Treasure vault?" Helag asked with interest. "Do you have good stuff in there?"
"Of course," Count Huen said proudly, confident in his family's vault.
Helag thought for a moment. "Let's hope your vault can satisfy me."
His tone was blunt. While wizards couldn't slaughter ordinary people en masse, killing a few wouldn't raise any eyebrows.
Count Huen nodded nervously but felt more confident thinking about the many treasures in the vault. "It should satisfy him."
Helag extended his hand over Count Huen's wound.
The dark energy particles in the wound began to dissipate, and Helag slowly absorbed them.
Count Huen felt a strange sensation; the wound seemed less itchy and painful.
Since Helag was being paid, he didn't cut corners. He carefully absorbed every dark energy particle from the wound.
Josh and the others watched quietly as Helag treated Count Huen. Though they didn't understand the process, they saw the blackness in the wound gradually decreasing.
They had always thought the black stuff was poison and never figured out what it was, unable to remove it.
After half an hour, Helag withdrew his hand. "The wound is fine now. Just treat it as a regular injury."
The blackness in Count Huen's wound was gone, revealing red flesh with some blood oozing out.
The castle's doctor quickly arrived to reapply medicine and bandage the wound.
Though Helag had healing potions, he wouldn't waste them on a noble. That would be a waste of resources.
After the doctor treated the wound, Count Huen visibly relaxed, his complexion improving with more color in his face.
Helag admired Count Huen. As an ordinary person, dark energy particles were torturous, lingering in the wound.
Helag had smelled anesthetics on the wound, likely used for pain relief.
Leaning back in his chair, Count Huen took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, Mr. Helag. I feel much better. Now it's time to fulfill my promise."
He stood, and Kieran immediately supported him.
"Mr. Helag, this way," Count Huen said, leading the way.
Josh and Luchi didn't follow, understanding the vault wasn't for them.
Count Huen personally led Helag down to the third basement level of the castle.
In front of a massive iron door stood two knight-level guards in heavy armor.
Count Huen took a wooden box from his pocket, revealing a bronze key inside.
He inserted the key into the door and turned it, triggering the sound of countless mechanical gears.
Click!
With a soft sound, the door slowly opened, revealing a passageway.
"You two stay here. No one is allowed in," Count Huen instructed the guards.
Turning to Helag, he said, "Please, Mr. Helag."
The passageway was lit by oil lamps. Helag followed Count Huen to another door.
This door was smaller but made of solid metal.
Count Huen reached into his clothes, revealing a small key around his neck.
He used the key to open the smaller door.
As soon as the door opened, Helag saw a golden glow.
Entering the vault, Helag was stunned.
The vast warehouse was filled with gold, jewels, and many antique vases and paintings. Helag even saw a massive coral reef.
Count Huen, now energized, proudly introduced the treasures. "These are the Banks family's accumulated treasures. Many items have been here so long, even I don't know their origins. Mr. Helag, as a great mystic, ordinary treasures won't interest you. Please, take a look and choose what you need."
Helag nodded and walked ahead. The vault was as large as a football field, filled with treasures that dazzled him.
"What's this armor?" Helag asked, noticing a full suit of armor in the corner. The material was unique, and he couldn't identify it.
More importantly, the armor seemed to have some anti-magic properties.
He infused a bit of magic into it, encountering resistance. It reminded him of Dino's ship, made from anti-magic forest wood, though the armor's effect was weaker.
"This is the armor of the legendary great knight Goodman Graff. It's said to have many magical properties. Goodman was a legendary figure from over three hundred years ago. His armor must be extraordinary. If you're interested, you can take it," Count Huen explained, noticing Helag's interest.
Helag touched the armor but shook his head. "I'll keep looking."
The armor wasn't very useful to him. He couldn't move around in such heavy armor. For spell defense, he'd rather use a dark energy shield, which was more practical for him.
Helag continued exploring and suddenly stopped, seeing a pair of eyeballs.
They were preserved in a glass jar, looking like specimens.
The eyeballs were blood-red, seemingly staring at Helag, making him uncomfortable.
"What's this?" Helag asked, recognizing the eyeballs' appearance from somewhere.
"Deep Blue, what are these?" he asked his gene chip.
[Based on the analysis, there's a 98.34% probability these are the eyes of the Kuruta tribe. The Kuruta tribe lived in remote mountain areas of the Karag Continent. When emotionally agitated, their eyes turned crimson, considered one of the world's seven most beautiful colors. Many nobles paid high prices for these red eyes, leading to the tribe's massacre. They are now extinct,] Deep Blue provided detailed information.
Helag remembered reading about these eyes as rare alchemical ingredients. He didn't need them now, but they might be useful later.
Since they were extinct, it wouldn't hurt to keep them.
"This is nice. I'll keep it for now and decide later," Helag said, pointing at the crimson eyeballs.
Count Huen nodded with a smile. "Mr. Helag, you have a good eye. These are the rare Kuruta tribe eyeballs."
He was pleased with Helag's choice, as the item wasn't very valuable. Only certain nobles who collected human body parts would buy it; most people didn't appreciate or like such things.
The Kuruta tribe's eyeballs were popular among nobles two hundred years ago. They were so enamored with the crimson color that the eyeballs fetched high prices, affordable only to the wealthiest.
But now, the trend had passed, and the price had dropped.
No one cared about the tribe's extinction, and no one spoke up for them.
"Wizards do have peculiar tastes," Huen thought, finding it fitting for his image of wizards.
Helag continued exploring, noting a few interesting items to compare later before making his final decision.
"This necklace is pretty."
Helag spotted a necklace with a large blue gemstone and two golden flowers adorned with smaller gems.
Huen hesitated but then smiled. "This is the famous Queen Milani's necklace, known as the Heart of the Ocean. It's a dream for many women."
Queen Milani was well-known, even Helag had read about her.
She was the queen of an ancient kingdom a thousand years ago, renowned for her beauty and dubbed the most beautiful woman in the North. Her portraits fetched astronomical prices at auctions.
"I didn't expect her necklace to be here. Is it real?" Helag asked, his tone intense.
Huen, feeling pressured, quickly responded, "It's real. My father bought it at a high price when he was young."
"Alright, this is good too," Helag said, planning to gift it to Lilian. After all, he had taken so much from her before; it was time to give something back.
Huen felt a pang of regret but couldn't take back his words. Besides, Helag was a wizard; he was lucky Helag wasn't taking more.
The Kingdom of Violet was under the protection of a wizard organization, so wizards generally didn't harm nobles. But if Helag took a few things, Huen had no recourse unless Helag went overboard.
Helag noticed Huen's fleeting regret and smiled, continuing his exploration.
Most items were ordinary treasures. After a while, Helag found something unusual.
A pink doll lay quietly on a pile of gold, made of ordinary fabric.
The doll stood out in the treasure-filled vault, looking out of place.
Helag's expression turned serious. "Deep Blue, analyze this doll."
[Comparing with the database…]
[Based on the comparison, this is likely a Cursed Doll, a top-tier material for high-level curse spells.]
Deep Blue quickly provided the result.
Helag frowned. "I didn't expect it to be a Cursed Doll. No wonder it has so many negative energy particles."
He had sensed the negative energy particles and malice from afar.
The Cursed Doll was a top-tier material for high-level curse spells, which were Level 1 spells used by official wizards.
These dolls were extremely rare and couldn't be artificially made, only found in specific places.
Such places were valuable to wizards for their materials and potions but often came with dangers.
"Where did you get this?" Helag asked, holding the doll.
This wasn't something ordinary people could access, and Helag was surprised to find it in a noble's vault.
"Well…" Huen stammered, looking at the doll.
"I asked where it came from," Helag repeated impatiently.
Huen, sweating, said, "This doll is an ominous item. Mr. Helag, you shouldn't take it."
"An ominous item in your vault? I know what it is. Tell me where it came from," Helag insisted.
Huen wiped his forehead and said, "A thief brought it, claiming it had magical powers. I bought it and kept it in the vault, almost forgetting about it."
"A thief? What's his name? Where is he?" Helag pressed.
"His name is Robert, a great knight-level thief. I don't know where he is now, but you can ask at the Adventurers' Guild. He's well-known," Huen quickly revealed everything, sensing the seriousness.
"A great knight-level thief?" Helag thought of the thief who had followed him. It might be the same person, as great knight-level thieves were rare.
"Got it," Helag said. "I'll take this doll, the Heart of the Ocean necklace, and the crimson eyeballs."
He stored the Cursed Doll and went back to collect the necklace and eyeballs.
Huen followed, smiling nervously, not daring to object. Helag was informing him, not asking.
After selecting his items, Helag left the vault, and Huen struggled to close the door behind him.
Even the smaller door seemed heavier than it looked, and Huen's face turned red from the effort.
After closing the door, Huen wiped his sweat and hurried to catch up with Helag.
The outer door was closed by the knight-level guards, so Huen didn't have to worry about that.
Seeing Huen's haste to close the door, Helag found it amusing. Huen seemed afraid he'd rob the vault.
Though tempted, Helag remained rational.
The Kingdom of Violet was under the jurisdiction of Aruf Swamp, a powerful wizard organization.
The nobles had considerable power, and if Helag went too far, they could contact Aruf Swamp, causing trouble for him. It was best not to stir up problems on someone else's turf.
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