The First Legendary Beast Master - Chapter 1701 Unlock The Vault

Chapter 1701 Unlock The Vault

The cleric spun the wheel on the vault door, unlocking the vault.

Inside, magical artifacts had been simply thrown in piles, clearly hastily relocated, but many of the shelves were already empty. So, if this was the extent of what was left, someone had already made off with the most valuable of the Clan’s items.

Or, they were never here.

“This vault was the one that we used for Alchemy potions, and it was usually pretty empty, they went out as fast as they came in.

But it is secure enough for volatile compounds,” the cleric explained.

Remi nodded, confirming her words for Karl. This place smelled like they stored potions and herbs in it for many years. The scents of medicine had seeped into everything.

Nerissa sighed, knowing that this was going to take some time.

“You know, there is an easy way to do this.” Allie offered.

“Oh?”

“Just take the live plants and the cash. It’s not like you really need any of the other stuff, it’s mediocre at best. All the good stuff was likely on the Elders that died in combat. They would have cleared out all the most valuable items for the attack, to give themselves an advantage in combat.

So, clear out the Clan’s cash reserves, and let the survivors take what is left to pawn or buy their place in a new Clan.”

“That’s actually brilliant. I was planning to do the math, but that is much easier, and even if we come up short, we’ve at least received something to make it clear to the other Clans that we complied with the rules without skipping the punishment, or going overboard.”

Allie nodded. “The Darklight Host does it because we’ve got so many craftsmen in the Clan that we only need raw materials anyhow. So, we don’t take the magical artifacts unless it’s something really rare!”

Nerissa sighed. “That’s possibly the most devastating casual flex I’ve ever heard.”

The Elf giggled, then winked at Karl. “Soon, your Clan will be just as bad. Trust me, there is never one Runecrafter. It’s impossible, they will always eventually agree to take an apprentice, and then the warehouse of the Clan will start to fill with Immortal Rank gear.

So much of it that you will have a hard time finding local customers for it all after a few decades.

In a way, it’s an advantage that you’re a merchant Guild. You’ve already got the network to move the extra gear once your whole Clan is rocking the best of the best.

Now, do you need a storage item or something? What’s the holdup?”

Nerissa shook her head, and took out a Villa Stone to throw all the cash and plants into. She would give the plants to Socrate and the Herbalists later. For now, they would be fine sitting in a Villa.

“Alright, let’s head off to the Hyperion Sect and see what is going on there.

They were never a large Clan to begin with, only a few hundred members. So, there likely won’t be much of an issue with them.”

“Famous last words.” The Elf joked.

“Don’t jinx it. We had enough issues with the Templars before you came to reinforce us. I appreciate your restraint while we were over the city. There are four other Clans in the immediate vicinity, and none of them joined the attack

on us.”

Allie nodded. “Alright, I will let Merrick know that we’re leaving. He’s likely teaching the hatchling something about the aftermath of battles that only matters to black dragons.”

Her assessment wasn’t far off. Merrick was using a spell to organize the bodies into neat rows for final rites and burial, a task that was considered sacred to the black dragons, but commonly overlooked by others.

As the genetic inheritors of the Dragon God of Death, the transition between life and death was important to them.

Even if they were the one that caused it.

Curiously to Nerissa, Rae was helping them with the organization, and she had even brought out some white silk sheets to lay over the corpses. It was odd behaviour for a spider, as the followers of the Spider Goddess were as likely to eat their prey as to leave them on the battlefield intact.

Rarely would they perform any sort of rites over them.

Then, she noticed that Rae had relocated and rebuilt the Templars’ temple next to the swimming pool, which was now three quarters full of blood. If anyone was going to perform funeral rites, the logical place for it was now right next to a pool full of the blood of the dead.

That was much more in line with the antics of the Spider Goddess that she was familiar with.

“Rae, are you done?” Karl called as he saw Rae working.

“{I will stay here for a while. There is too much essence here to waste, so I’m

going to go for a swim before I head back home.}”

“Alright. But maybe ask Opal to create an illusion over the area first, so you

don’t traumatize the children.”

Rae laughed, and Karl caught a flash of all the things she’d already done around

the Clan compound.

It was far too late to avoid trauma.

Fortunately, Opal was feeling helpful, and created an illusion over the pool area that made it look like a temple to the Spider Goddess on the inside, and had a solid stone wall surrounding it when viewed from the outside.

Now Rac could go swimming without anyone peeping on her.

Other than Opal.

Yewan waved as he noticed that everyone was back, and then finished his

prayer over the last of the corpses.

“{Alright, we did the dragon things. We can go now. Do you think that the next place will have snacks? I’m hungry.}”

“We have snacks for you if they don’t. Or you can return to the nest for dinner.” Karl suggested.

Yewan considered the options. All were good. But he had to see the adventure to the end so that he could tell everyone about it without any missing details.

“{I will accompany you to the last stop before dinner. But I might need a snack.}”

“{I will accompany you to the last stop before dinner. But I might need a

snack.}”

Merrick chuckled at the little one, then handed him a bit of jerky. Yewan tore into it with great enthusiasm, having never experienced jerky before. He knew fresh meat, cooked meat, and baked snacks. Yet, he didn’t know this.