After hugging and kissing the book properly for a few moments, Valeed clasped it carefully under his armpit. Then, as he had done, he opened the trapdoor that linked to the other chamber. Moving on.

　　As soon as he opened the door, he took a good luck. Varede now held his breath and wanted to open another big one. It just turned out that there were no such good things in this world. The fact that he had been allowed to obtain an extremely practical conceptual armament before was already heavenly luck.

　　Compared to this ancient book that could be called a divine weapon. The other loot that Valed obtained from this tomb was completely worthless, its value not even reaching one thousandth of a copy of the Seventy-Nine Years Knight's Separation Code. This made Varede find it a bit hard to accept. However, he understood on second thought.

　　The reason why the Knight's Codex could be elevated to a Conceptual Armament. Mostly because of its special characteristics. Because of the development of the knight class over thousands of years. And at the time it was buried in the grave as a burial object, it was still just an ordinary book. That's what allowed Varede to pick it up.

　　After thinking about it, Varede stopped dreaming about it. Besides, it wasn't as if he had gained nothing in this tomb. It could even be said that in terms of practicality, what he obtained here was a bit better than that Knight's Code.

　　Among the loot, the most valuable would be that thirty centimeter long short sword. After thousands of years, the vast majority of the weapons in the burial goods had already decayed beyond repair. Even the rare magical weapons, the magic attached to them had all reverted to the wind of magic and were unusable. Only this short sword with a wide spine in the style of the ancient empire was still as sharp as autumn water.

　　The material of the sword itself was an expensive and sturdy gold alloy. On the spine of the sword, Valeed was able to find the magic patterns of the elves, as well as the magic runes of the dwarves, and the forging techniques of the ancient empire. On top of that, there were quite a few strange materials that Varede could not recognize. Taking out one of these accessories alone was enough to create an extremely fine blade. And when these materials were combined, the final result was a divine weapon that was close to perfection!

　　Valeed had never thought that someone could make such a big deal and spend so much effort on a single short sword. It was thought that only the empire that was in its prime back then would be able to do such an amazing act.

　　Varede held the short sword and played with it for a while, then gently stabbed out towards the lapis lazuli wall of the chamber, then with a flick of his wrist, he scraped off a large chunk of stone. It was literally easier than cutting tofu. This made him a little stunned, and picked the stone up from the ground and knocked on the wall ...... This is indeed a sturdy large lapis lazuli. It was not adulterated.

　　“It's really sharp.” Varede couldn't help but sigh, "With the craftsmanship of the Classical Era, this short sword should have already reached its limit - no, even if someone told me that this uses some kind of black technology I'd still believe it. It's simply comparable to my previous combat dagger with a single molecule structure ...... And besides that, I'm afraid this sword has other uses."

　　While holding this sword, Varede only felt his physical fatigue, and the emptiness of magic power in his body. All of them were recovering at an extremely fast speed. The wind of magic seeped into Varede's palm little by little along with the magic crystals set at the end of the sword's hilt, and then spread throughout his body. And the magic crystal was slowly shrinking, eventually disappearing completely. And Varede's own magic power, too, had recovered by about a third.

　　Varede was much more refreshed and secretly surprised. He thought to himself: as long as he set another magic crystal in the hilt of the sword, then in future battles, he would be able to constantly and quickly recharge himself, allowing him to fight for a substantially longer period of time. This ability even exceeded the value of the sword itself.

　　Generally speaking, mages only used magic crystals as materials, or props. Very few people dared to directly absorb the magic power inside. Those crazy people who dared to do so, the vast majority of them died because they couldn't control the pure magic power and exploded their bodies, and even if they could barely control it, their brains would be damaged by the magic power, turning them into idiots. Even if there was a genius who could resist the two effects above, he would still become addicted to magic and eventually become an invalid.

　　Wanting to inhale magic crystals safely and without side effects had always been a mage's dream. Countless alchemists, mages and scholars have worked hard for this, not knowing how much time and wealth they have consumed. In the end, they gained nothing.

　　Varede had heard his own sister Isabella say countless times that when she what when, she was going to break through this difficult problem. With this achievement, obtain the first place result of the academy, and then spit in the face of her instructor ......

Of course, by heart, Valed felt that his sister's instructor, Miss Tracy, was a good person. And Varede at the same time also felt that his sister should have taken a martial arts and knight training course. And then take a nail hammer and a knight fighting axe. To hack over those poor green-skinned orcs or imperial soldiers, or maybe open their heads up.

　　He didn't think his sister was fit to be a mage. Much less fit to be an apothecary. Even though Valeed had heard that Isabella's grades at the academy were pretty good. But looking at his sister's “bold and unconventional” appearance, he felt his liver trembling.

　　Two and a half milligrams of this, into seventy-three percent of the concentration of that, and then stirred evenly with four points of strength until the potion discolors, and finally blended into the three kinds of powdered medicines that are now ground, and placed in an absolutely lightless environment for four days to seal, the potion is complete....... Such a rigorous recipe for the potion will be simplified in Isabella's place: “Mix this into that, then stir hard, and finally mash that stuff, pour it in, and then you can use it straight away.”

　　Of course, the result of “use” was an explosion. Varede had heard such a sound coming from next door countless times.

　　“I can't believe that the difficult problem that so many mages wanted to overcome was already accomplished thousands of years ago in the ancient empire....... Unfortunately, this technology was ultimately lost and disappeared along with this empire.” Varede not only sighed when he thought of this. The evaluation of this short sword, and the ancient empire, went up another notch. He played with the short sword for a long time before putting it down, and then thought, "This short sword might have other uses, but I don't need to worry about that much first. Just go back and study it slowly."

　　It was naturally a good thing to be able to obtain a trans-generational artifact, but this “most valuable” trophy was not the “most practical” trophy obtained by Varede.

　　The Ancient Empire was still in the transition period from the Slave Age to the Feudal Age, and the Emperor mentioned just now was not a saint who took the responsibility of saving the slaves of the world as his own. There were countless people who died of exhaustion during the construction of the mausoleum, and those who were buried with the mausoleum after it was repaired were equally countless.

　　The sword mentioned earlier was obtained from there - to be a bit more precise, it was obtained from the side of a skeleton that had become white bones, wearing tattered and rusted armor that looked very dirty.

　　This, should be voluntarily for the emperor to accompany the burial of his forbidden guards, with such a sword, I'm afraid that in life was also a high-powered, and deeply the emperor's trust of the great general. Only in life, high power, after death is only a corpse.

　　After entering this chamber, Varede took a glance at the short sword at his waist and paid no attention to anything else. After having enough fun for a while, he carefully observed this chamber.

　　There were thousands of bones scattered in this chamber. All of them were elite troops with thick bones and clad in black iron baroque armor. Even by the strictest standards, they were all good enough to be transformed into good fodder for powerful undead creatures. After seeing this, Varede didn't have to worry anymore about being reprimanded by the adults in his own house after playing with the ancient tomb guards inside his house.

　　Even though Varede didn't know the details of the process and steps of making tomb guards and necromancers. However, it was possible to utilize the available materials to create some plausible “Higher Undead”. When I go back, I will ask that black cat to help me complete the necessary necromancy spells. After all, she was the one who let herself out. It wouldn't do her any good if things got out of hand, would it?

　　After thinking clearly, Varede was in no hurry at all, and started his own grand plan with a single-minded focus. He had just replenished his magic power by relying on that short sword, and this moment was just the right time to cast it. With this thought, invisible winds of magic appeared beside Valed, transforming into incomparably hot, extremely hot ghostly blue flames.

　　He used the armor and weapons on those skeletons that had rusted beyond use as raw materials. Stretching out his hand, the hovering winds of magic threw those armor and weapons into the fire, and the ghostly blue flames melted those armor into black iron ingots. Those black iron ingots then twisted and deformed according to what Varede's brain had in mind, reshaping into a full set of plate armor and helmets with decorations in the shape of bat wings, swords, shields, and heavy two-handed halberds.

　　"Bat-wing crown, full set of black iron plate armor, battle halberd ...... hmmm, what's missing ...... right, this ...... "Vared snapped his fingers, and unseen paintbrushes dipped in red, gold, and silvery-white dyes drew the House Karstein crest on the plate armor.

　　Diagonally above the crest was the Imperial breastplate pierced by a long, blood-red sword - a representation of the vampire community, their endless hatred and desire for conquest of the human empire. It was also the insignia of the Duchy of Sylvania. And the chalice filled with blood, placed diagonally next to it, represented the pride of the Karstein family, the Knights of the Blood Chalice, and the family's secret treasure, the Blood Chalice.

　　As for the crossbow and mace, it doesn't seem to be too good to get ...... well, but it's nothing, just say that you broke it after taking it to play. This is not worth a few dollars anyway, and at most will be reprimanded twice without pain.