Chapter 1779 – Staying in the Tomb
I have no use for a coffin. Although, considering our family’s background, those girls are used to lying in coffins. I looked at Via, and she shook her head. “I don’t like the ancient Egyptian style. I prefer traditional European flip-top coffins. It’s easier for me to close directly.”
“It feels too gaudy, with a pharaoh’s face printed on it. It’s a bit unsettling,” Lorna also shook her head. They were discussing coffin styles with the same seriousness they would discuss the shape of a bed. But hadn’t they considered that just having a coffin in the house is unsettling enough?
“That’s how it is. My children find the style of this coffin doesn’t suit their preferences, so it’s yours. It’s a reasonable distribution,” I said to the Gravedigger.
The Gravedigger was speechless. The value of this ancient Egyptian coffin was so high, how could it be measured by its appearance? Even judging by appearance alone, with such a lifelike pharaoh carving, inlaid with gold and silver, why would anyone be dissatisfied with such luxury?
Of course, he wouldn’t say it out loud. Compared to The Nine Books of Nagash, this coffin had far greater practical value to him. He really wanted this pharaoh coffin and wouldn’t make polite talk.
“That’s it. We don’t need it. You can keep the coffin. This is an ancient Egyptian coffin. Not only is its defense astonishing, but lying inside can also nourish the soul and amplify spiritual power. It’s perfect for you. Your soul was attacked not long ago and should not have recovered yet.”
I was worried the Gravedigger might not accept the coffin, so I spared no effort in promoting it to him. Mainly because the few items we took were of extremely high value, almost accounting for more than half of the Lich’s entire inheritance.
“Then I won’t be polite. I happen to need this coffin. Thank you,” the Gravedigger happily agreed.
Actually, given the strength of these people and the effort they put in, the Gravedigger felt he couldn’t do anything even if they didn’t share the spoils. Getting the pharaoh coffin was an unexpected delight. He felt this trip alone was incredibly profitable.
I also breathed a sigh of relief. If the Gravedigger hadn’t agreed to take the coffin, he would have had to take all the other items to make up for three-tenths of the value of the Nine Books of Nagash manuscript and the magic sword.
As for keeping it all for myself, I never considered that option from beginning to end.
“Then I’ll research this coffin. Judging by the style, this should be a coffin from the Tutankhamun period, the Eighth Dynasty. The spiritual materials are also Egyptian specialties from that period,” the Gravedigger said excitedly as he leaned closer to examine the coffin.
“You can appraise historical artifacts?” Lorna asked curiously.
“I only know a little. I’m not a professional. I just needed to know which items were valuable when tomb robbing,” the Gravedigger chuckled.
After studying it for a while, his face showed a very conflicted expression. I could tell he was thinking about something, so I asked, “What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking I might not go back,” the Gravedigger suddenly said.
“Not go back? Not go back to Cando City? Then where will you go?” Lorna asked again, while I had already guessed some of what he intended to do.
“Nowhere in particular. I want to stay in the tomb. This is a place where death magic converges, and there’s a large array left by the Lich. If I stay here, I can peacefully cultivate my soul and safely avoid the beast tide,” the Gravedigger said.
I knew it. He wanted to completely take over the Lich’s inheritance. Among so many spoils of war, there was another very valuable one, which was the tomb itself.
This tomb was likely the place where the Lich transformed. It was designed with ancient Egyptian architecture suitable for Undead Magic during its construction. Even the simulated Underworld had a basis in reality.
Furthermore, as the Lich’s lair, a lot of defensive and concealment magic was added to the tomb. If it hadn’t greedily tried to lure us in to kill us, we wouldn’t have been able to break in.
Now that he had the coffin, the Gravedigger wanted to make it his home. Perhaps after he completely digested the Lich’s inheritance, he would become a true Archmage of Undead, rather than the current half-baked individual with only knowledge.
“That’s fine. We won’t interfere with your choice. However, we’ll take the remaining items, including these books,” I said, and the Gravedigger readily agreed.
Finally, we packed up the Lich’s inheritance, including some of his scrolls, materials, props, and so on, and put them all into the Gate of Heaven, sending them directly home.
When we left the tomb, it was already close to dusk. Inside the tomb, the Gravedigger had already lain down in the pharaoh coffin. The coffin lid slowly closed, and the tomb door also slowly closed. The protective barrier magic was reactivated, this time without any flaws or loopholes.
“Mr. Jayad, Miss Parul, you’re out. Hmm? Wait a moment, is someone missing? Where’s the guide?” Little Elaine was happy to see us emerge, but then realized someone was missing among us.
“He stayed in the tomb,” Older Brother Jayad said truthfully, but it somehow sounded ambiguous.
As expected, Little Elaine said with regret upon hearing this, “What a pathetic soul. May his soul rest in peace in the Divine Realm.”
We didn’t correct her misunderstanding because I felt it was unnecessary. We probably wouldn’t see the Gravedigger again. Based on my calculations, it would take at least ten years to completely control that tomb, and it might take him even longer to cultivate into a true Undead Lich.
Little Elaine’s regretful expression quickly disappeared. She looked at Older Brother Jayad’s back in surprise. “Mr. Jayad, what is this sword? Why does it look so ferocious? But its aura feels very sacred.”
“This is a Holy Sword I obtained in the tomb. I haven’t used it yet. I can use it when we hunt monsters later,” Older Brother Jayad said, grabbing the Holy Sword floating behind him. Of course, he concealed that it was actually a Magic Sword that he had sanctified.
“It feels so powerful. Compared to the greatsword passed down in my family, which one is stronger?” Little Elaine asked with a complex expression. Actually, just by sensing the fluctuations of its magic power, she should have known the answer.
“The Holy Sword is a bit stronger,” Older Brother Jayad said diplomatically. In reality, the power difference between these two swords was enormous.
The Amadeus greatsword could at most be considered a legendary weapon, not even the strongest weapon of the Legendary Knight Amadeus.
As for the Magic Sword, according to our evaluation, it was a weapon close to a Divine artifact. Both the materials used and the forging techniques were made to the standard of a Divine artifact.
However, perhaps because it was not ultimately forged by a god, or the blacksmith’s skill was slightly lacking, it didn’t reach the standard of a Divine artifact, but it was still very powerful.
After being sanctified, its power was relatively reduced. After all, the Holy attribute does not primarily focus on destructive power. Furthermore, its power would continue to increase through nurturing and integration. But even now, it was at least an Epic-level weapon.
