Pillar of Yita

But now, apparently, the people responsible for inspecting these goods are unlikely to see them.

Fang Hong first reclaimed his own equipment piece by piece. After confirming that nothing was lost, he finally breathed a sigh of relief; this adventure at least didn’t make him bleed out. His gear had been accumulated bit by bit through various adventures, and losing any of his magic guided equipment, plugins, or even small items like magic emblems and rings would make him grieve for a long time.

This included the alchemist cloak on his back, though it was gifted to him by Hilveld, it was still worth several hundred Lycel.

However, after stowing away these items, Fang Hong realized the real highlight—those Mares Knights were all absent from this place, or perhaps the arcanists didn’t intend to move those bulky pieces from there, considering the airship couldn’t accommodate so many heavy constructs.

Remembering the twelve Mares Knights he once possessed, he suddenly felt as though he’d awoken from a dream; a pile of unexpected wealth had been before him, only to disappear in a flash.

Out of frustration, Fang Hong decided to take some items from this warehouse as compensation. Raising his head, he noticed that apart from his and others’ equipment piled together, there were indeed many other miscellaneous items—big, dusty shelves lined up all the way to the back of the warehouse, surrounded by crates and barrels covered with black fabric, stained by a unique layer of sand.

His intent was actually to carry out other people’s equipment, but certainly not all of it; he couldn’t take away so much. The main target was the magic guided reactor, weapons could at least be taken from the guards. Once others were rescued, they could return here together to reclaim the rest, this was part of his plan.

Fang Hong summoned two Energy Angels, tied seven or eight magic guided reactors to them with ropes, which was the maximum amount he could carry—any more might risk making noise and attracting the guards’ attention.

After securing these items, Fang Hong opened the lids of the wooden crates and barrels to have a look, only to be greatly disappointed. Inside were processed plant tubers, flour-like items, reserve drinking water, and oil, along with standardized weapons—commonly known as whiteboard goods, not something worth taking to compensate for his losses.

He walked a few steps deeper into the warehouse, realized there would be no further discoveries, and prepared to turn back with some disappointment. But just then, he saw a few chests in the corner of the warehouse. These were not like the ordinary wooden crates outside but locked storage chests. Such locks posed no challenge to Fang Hong—or more accurately, to Nini.

The little girl, troubled by not finding a way to showcase her skills, became instantly excited seeing these locks, so much so that she did not need Fang Hong’s instruction; she lunged forward, grabbing the big lock on the chest. While Tata, sitting quietly on Fang Hong’s shoulder, reminded: ”Nini, beware of magic traps.”

Hearing the reminder, Fang Hong was startled; he was about to suggest giving up if the lock couldn’t be opened, thinking just a lock was no big deal and fearing even minor damage to the Seven Seas Travel Group’s Little Princess would make him regret deeply. However, upon hearing this, Miss Fang Nini lowered the lock, opened her mouth to reveal her sharp little white teeth, and suddenly bit the lock head right off.

She did it as effortlessly as biting into candy.

Then she turned triumphantly back to Fang Hong, raising her chin, waiting for praise.

The big lock fell to the ground with a thunk, nearly stunning Fang Hong. He hesitated briefly before recalling that the Dark Giant Dragon cannot cast spells, yet can nullify spell effects—especially lower-level ones, unlike Anluose’s level of Dragon Language Magic. But Nini’s teeth were surprisingly strong, weren’t they?

Fang Hong couldn’t help but glance at the adorable little tiger teeth, momentarily thinking they were pretty ’cute’.

Unexpectedly, cute as they were, their destructive power matched.

Nonetheless, he stroked Nini’s little head, then went over to open the chest; the flood of golden light nearly blinded him. Fang Hong gasped; the chest contained nothing but gold and silver jewels, with the stacked gold coins flashing eye-catching golden rays under the light of the dim light crystal in his hand, like golden waves, creating an illusion of rippling water.

Yet, it was merely the radiant glow of gold creating a visual error in his eyes.

With a ’snap’, Fang Hong closed the chest, rubbed his eyes, and thought he was mistaken. Opening it again revealed same sight, stunning him—all full of gold. No, maybe not just one chest; he raised his head, looking around, seeing several more such chests in the corner of the warehouse.

If each chest was the same, it would be an astonishing wealth.

Colin Ishurian had a standard silver coin, a Sword Emblem Silver Coin worth approximately thirty-one point seven Lycel, while the value of gold coins was obviously higher. Though their value varied slightly with each area’s mintage’s gold content, it was at least ten times above that of silver coins. A chest full of gold coins like this contained a few thousand at least, potentially reaching over ten thousand pieces.

Wouldn’t that mean this chest alone was worth nearly a million Lycel?

Fang Hong almost felt unwilling to close the chest.

But taking a deep breath, he realized he couldn’t possibly take these chests away; not to mention several, even a single chest he couldn’t carry. Summoning the Twin Stars of Orphen might be possible, but doing it here would probably end his life.

Thinking it through, he simply grabbed two handfuls of gold coins from the chest, stuffing his coat pockets as full as they could go, before looking at the contents inside the chest with great grievance, reluctantly closing it.

Fang Hong thought, Wu Xiaopang absolutely must come up with a solution to get these items out, even just a part, to compensate for the loss caused by the arcanists.

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