The next day.
Under the invisible pressure from his sister Emilia, Pascal did not go back on his word and soon delivered the remaining paynt.
Similarly, Hilia gladly handed over two relic tokens to Pascal.
These two tokens were completely different from the ones given for clearing the labyrinth.
Those tokens were very ancient, like old objects, with an old castle drawn in the middle.
However, these two tokens were like warm jade, their magic power faintly emitting an extraordinary aura. In the middle, besides the castle, were two words — twelve, and the background of the two words was a spire with a light dot on top.
If it were soone else, Pascal would definitely have doubted the authenticity of the certificates, insisting on inspecting the goods first before handing over the remaining money - whether or not he got it would depend entirely on the seller’s abilities.
But the seller now was a reserve Holy Daughter of the Holy Court.
The other party’s behavior of not hiding her identity directly made Pascal unable to determine exactly what her intentions were.
"Maybe it’s... a task from the Holy Court, which ends at the twelfth floor?"
Pascal was more inclined to this guess.
"In any case, if Hilia dares to deceive , I’ll expose her when I return!"
Holding the relic tokens, Pascal returned to the Royal rcenary Corps Camp and imdiately called over the rcenary who was set to enter the relic with him.
He was a ’rcenary’ from the Royal Guard, with the strength ready to ascend to Tier Four, the Mage second only in strength to Emilia and Pascal within the Royal rcenary Corps.
Of course, Pascal was only Tier Two, but being of royal birth, he could be admitted to the Divine Magic Academy, his magic potential and wealth naturally incomparable to a mber of the guard.
"Yemili, do you have the confidence to accompany to conquer this relic?"
Pascal asked the fully ard Yemili in front of him seriously.
Yemili, clad in heavy armor, held a heavy sword in one hand and a heavy shield in the other.
His magic puppet was the sa model as him, even its armor was heavier.
"Yes!" he shouted.
Pascal suppressed his doubts about Hilia’s situation, patted Yemili’s shoulder and praised, "Very good, let’s go, this ti, we’ll act quietly and then amaze everyone!"
The two quickly arrived at the relic entrance, entered the relic with the tokens.
What appeared before them was a staircase leading to the top, with glimpses of a descending staircase behind the mist.
Beside it was a window, Pascal walked over to look out and overlooked the entire old castle under the gray sky.
"What a huge castle, this castle is bigger than any castle in Ista!"
Yemili released his magic puppet, watchfully looking around, waiting for Pascal’s command.
After sighing, Pascal summoned his magic puppet as well.
He said, "Yemili, I’ve been very busy lately, with little ti to explore this relic, there are many parts I don’t understand, you will command, just say how to do it, I’ll execute."
Yemili nodded, "Okay, Your Highness Pascal."
Though he agreed, Yemili didn’t actually do so.
The person was being polite, if you really pushed it, then you would return with disgrace later.
After checking their belongings, Yemili received Pascal’s nod, and with Yemili’s magic puppet in the front, Yemili at the back, Pascal and his magic puppet in the middle, they entered the twelfth floor.
As they walked into the floor area, a thick mist suddenly enveloped the two.
Yemili’s voice ca through, "Your Highness, be careful, we seem to have officially entered the trap. After we break through the traps on this floor, we’ll be able to clear it."
"Hmm, keep an eye on the surroundings."
After the mist obscured their vision, it slowly dispersed and Pascal found himself in a hall, with a large door appearing behind him, tightly shut and unable to be opened.
The cold wind blew in, causing the two to get goosebumps.
Pascal watched the surroundings vigilantly, suddenly he saw a chest in the corner of the room.
He said, "Yemili, there’s a chest over there, use your magic puppet to check it out."
"Okay, Your Highness."
Yemili manipulated his magic puppet to go over and open the chest, an explosion sounded, but fortunately, the puppet’s tough exterior, with prior preparation, did not suffer any damage from the explosion.
"It’s a trap, Your Highness, but after the trap, there’s an interdiate magic crystal." Yemili exclaid excitedly.
Pascal smiled, "Not bad, a good start."
He wasn’t impressed by the interdiate magic crystal, but its appearance indicated they were advancing the relic raid.
Everything was steadily improving.
It indeed was a beginning.
After this, throughout the entire floor, unexpected traps kept appearing, exploding the initially calm two into a state of misery.
For instance, the magic puppet passed by with no reaction, but when people passed, the vase beside exploded suddenly.
Or, the ceiling suddenly dropped dust, the dust instantly becoming sharp blades, rushing towards them.
Such kinds of traps, for Yemili who had already suffered in this relic for a period of ti, he had grown used to.
But for Pascal who rarely raided relics, these unexpected traps were nearly life-threatening.
The use of Third-Tier magic scrolls as if they cost nothing gave him a brief mont of relief.
Thus, suffering all the way for an unknown period, they obtained the key to the final treasure chest and after suffering again, opened the final treasure chest to obtain the final certificate inside, the token that could control the entire relic.
Touching the token, Pascal felt the entire relic present in his mind.
He couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "Good! Good! Good! These 1200 gold coins were worth it, very worth it!"
Yemili sent his congratulations, "Congratulations, Your Highness, you’ve successfully taken on the extrely difficult relic raiding task, leaving your na in the relic, now, Her Highness Emilia will definitely look at you with new eyes."
Pascal swelled with pride, "Emilia? Hmph, I want all the brothers and sisters to kneel at my feet and submit to !"
A mist appeared in front, and the two left the relic with joy.
In a dark corner of the relic, Jonathan watched Pascal and Yemili in front of the projection, smiling slightly, "If it’s just simple suffering, how could it be called entertaining these two ’guests’? These are Lord Rose’s appointed ’guests’, they should taste the most profound pain."
There were two pictures in the projection, one showing Pascal and Yemili lying on the ground smiling foolishly, the other showing Pascal and Yemili leaving the relic and appearing outside, glowing, holding the ’certificate that can control the relic’, as if triumphantly returning as kings, notifying everyone before cheerfully heading back to the Royal rcenary Corps Camp.
Jonathan rubbed his bald head and laughed sinisterly, "Did you think I’d let you enjoy your dream?"
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