Not far from the bar counter in the hall, there is a door. Through it, you can reach the hotel's backyard, basement, well, and warehouse, which are all located there.

  Downton recognized the owner of the voice as Robinson and Pyre, he knew he was no match for them now, wisely chose to retreat.

  Having found a safe room and made sure to erase any traces, Tong Dun hid inside.

  "How long have I been meditating?" Tandon wrote with a goose feather pen, communicating with the magic book and thinking about his next action plan.

  "Almost twenty-five hours!" Holma replied quickly, "Because I used the magic origin to help you gather magic energy, it lasted for such a long time in contemplation. At your current level, it should be at most three hours!"

  "It's been so long, I wonder how Duren is doing?"

  Although worried about the safety of his friends, Tang Dun was powerless to do anything. He could barely take care of himself now, and if he encountered a powerful ghoul, it would be a dead end.

  "In this dimly lit underground city, there's no way to tell the time by the sun, everything seems dead except for those mosses." Holma sighed, even thinking of writing a sonnet to express her feelings.

  Grrr... Tanton's stomach rumbled, a feeling of emptiness arrived.

  He took out a piece of bread, broke it into pieces, put them in his mouth, moistened them with saliva, and swallowed.

  "You'd better find food quickly, or you'll starve to death!" Holma reminded, "And a water source, because of the intense battle, you will consume a lot of water. Those wines can be used in an emergency, but they should be guarded by Robinson's three men."

  "Sharpening the knife doesn't delay chopping firewood. Before that, I need to go find a weapon first. Being empty-handed is too disadvantageous!" Tang Dun looked at the dagger in its leather sheath and let out a sigh. Most of the giant's martial skills required using long-bladed weapons to unleash them, so this thing naturally didn't count as one.

  Tang Dun is a complete and utter poor devil, with no spare money to buy weapons. The dagger in his hand was even bought by his sister using her scholarship and given to him as a gift.

  "Where to find? Blacksmith shop?" Holma couldn't think of any other answer, "But there are many undead creatures outside, it's too dangerous for you with your current strength!"

  "No, go find in the guest room!"

  "It won't work, this large inn has over 200 rooms, too many. Not to mention if there are adventurers with weapons staying here, searching will be a waste of time." Holma vetoed.

  "We only go to luxury suites, the kind of luxury hotel suite that can be afforded by the rich and famous. Their private bodyguards must be armed, right?" Downton had anticipated Holma's concern.

  He Miao was speechless, she found herself unable to keep up with his scattered thoughts, feeling a bit depressed.

  "Isn't it said that once you enter the Soul Stage, your innate talent will be unlocked? Why hasn't mine?" Tang Dun wondered.

  "Don't worry, the soul seed is adapting to your body. After perfect matching, the talent will be automatically activated. This process takes about three days!" As soon as she mentioned her professional field, Holma was filled with confidence.

  "Too long!" Tang Dun was very disappointed.

  "When anyone becomes a Magician, they will be born with a unique Soul Shield that can be released with just a thought." Holma introduced, "It is a shield that is immune to both magical and physical systems, very practical."

  Whoosh, a fist-sized pure white semi-transparent sphere appeared, slowly rotating around Tang Don's body, like a satellite.

  "We're off, hopefully Robinson's trio hasn't gone ahead to search the luxury rooms!" Danton grabbed his backpack and left the room, meanwhile recalling his Soul Shield, maintaining it consumed magical energy.

  Through the dimly lit staircase, Tanton crawled up to the top floor.

  The luxurious suites of this large hotel are usually built on top, with a broad view that can appreciate the beautiful scenery of the entire main city, and there is also a feeling of being able to see all the mountains and rivers, as if the world is under one's feet. The rich and nobles like this kind of atmosphere.

  The gate creaked loudly as it opened, its rusty hinges making a sound that was the perfect alarm signal.

  Pushing open the door to the first suite on the left side of the corridor, Downton had just poked his head into the gap when a ghoul heard the noise and rushed over quickly.

  "Let's kill!"

  No sooner had Horma finished speaking than Tandon, whose body was more tattered, squeezed into the room and closed the door. He was worried that fighting in the corridor would attract more monsters.

  The killing range of Giant's Gun Arrow is within five yards!

  Facing the charging Ghouls, Tongdon came up with a shot, and the magic-concentrated arrow shot towards its chest.

  Bang! The monster's chest caved in, its body paused for a moment. Tang Don took a big stride forward, twisted his waist and swung his arm, and the giant iron fist thundered out.

  Boom, the ghoul's head was smashed flat, and it rolled out, with shredded flesh and maggots falling all over the ground.

  "Not bad, the headshot target is relatively small, with your standards, it's very likely to miss and fall into a passive state. It's better to attack its body, stop it from getting close, and then add more attacks." Watching Tang Don rush up and give the monster that was about to get up the final blow, Holma was quite satisfied, "It's just a bit of a waste of magic!"

  A wisp of purple mist flew out from the corpse and drifted into the Demon's Canon.

  "What is this?" Danton had seen the mist collect from each corpse he'd killed before, but hadn't had time to ask.

  "Soul Remnants!" Holma added, "It contains soul energy that can repair my Soul Origin!"

  "So it wasn't preparing offerings after all?"

  Danton was not surprised, soul energy is also a kind of magical energy, and it belongs to one of the most mysterious magical powers that many gods especially like as offerings.

  The deities of the Western Continent are generous, as long as you can offer them satisfactory sacrifices, you can obtain the divine blessings that you have always dreamed of.

  The Hourglass of the Dragon of Time and Order, the divine artifact of the Lord of War, and the Lucky Clover of the Goddess of Fate, are all top-level divine favors that can drive any king on the continent crazy.

  "With this kind of thing as an offering, the gods won't even give it a glance." Holma said with a poisonous tongue, "Who knows, they might even curse in their hearts, poor people shouldn't come to make offerings, what a waste of time!"

  Downton couldn't help but smile. The masters who were generally able to get the offerings for the sacrifice were big shots, but in Homa's eyes, they were worthless.

  A foul smell wafted through the room, pungent and irritating to the nose.

  Ignoring Holma's chatter, Tandon quickly searched.

  On the ground lay a skull, apparently it hadn't become an undead ghoul. The clothes on its body were tattered and some gold coins scattered around.

  Downton found a trunk in the closet, opened it, and was almost blinded by the dazzling light inside, which was packed with gold coins and jewels.

  "If I could take it back, this money would be enough to buy a small estate, not to mention a purebred Flanders horse!" Downton closed the box and threw it back into the closet, continuing his search.

  For the immobile Tangdon, they are of no use except for adding extra burden and consuming physical energy.

  "Is this magical equipment?" Tong Dun took off a ruby ring from the skull's finger, as a poor commoner, he had never seen magic equipment before.

  "No, it's just a luxury item. The dagger at the waist is the one that matters. Look at the engraved magic array pattern. As long as you input magical energy, it should be able to trigger a war-grade magic spell."

  Danton happily picked up the one-foot-long dagger, wiped off the dust on his sleeve, and infused magic power. Nothing happened.

  "What's going on?" Tang Dun was puzzled and swung his dagger again.

  "This underground city has been buried for at least three thousand years, and not even the slightest maintenance has been done. Do you think the magic array on the dagger's blade is still intact?" Holma sneered.

  Dropping the rusty dagger, Tongdon continued his treasure hunt.

  Half an hour later, he searched through the five luxurious suites and found that there were only gold coins, a pendant, and a mechanical pocket watch with a defensive magic square pattern printed on it, which should be used by the rich to protect themselves.

  It's just the long years of erosion that have ruined them.

  The only valuable gain was probably a rusty knight's sword with specks of rust, which Danton estimated would break after five chops.

  "Don't be discouraged, once I absorb enough soul energy and repair part of the origin, I can open up the war space and take all of them away!" Holma comforted Tondon, worried that he would be affected.

  "Space equipment?" Tong Dun was overjoyed and hastily wrote a follow-up question.

  Metal veins with spatial properties are extremely rare and difficult to mine, plus the manufacturing of spatial equipment requires a rare breed of spatial mages, making this type of equipment extremely expensive, basically priceless.

  "Don't lump me in with those trashy space ornaments, I am Lady Holma!" Holma was not pleased with Tadton's remark.

  "How much is it going to take?" Danton was eager to get started and couldn't wait to go kill the Corpse Eater.

  "This kind of Corpse Eater, probably around a thousand!" Holma estimated, "It should be able to open up a war space that can fit two heavy-loaded rhinos, your efforts, the more I recover, the larger the range of the opened space!"

  "Are you kidding me? A thousand of them? How long will that take? I'll be a dried-up corpse before I can kill them all!" Tang Don couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Those aren't ants, they're man-eating ghouls! Pouring boiling water on them would only kill a small patch, not the entire horde!"

  "Hmph, if you can get me a complete soul of a giant dragon, I can directly open up a small-scale war space the size of an arena, enough to stuff in a thousand ghouls!" Holma was furious, actually being looked down upon by a commoner. If she were to recover her full powers, she would definitely scare him to death!

  "You'd better hurry up and get back to the point where you can hear me speak directly, it's too much trouble always writing." Tang Dun put away his pen and ink bottle, and pushed open the next door.

  In the dimly lit living room, a battle axe lay quietly on the ground, emitting a faint blue glow, like the stars in the night sky.

  "Battle-axe?" Excitement crawled up Tang Dong's cheeks, and even if he was stupid, he knew that a weapon with magic light after thousands of years was absolutely not ordinary!

  Dangton lost his composure for the first time, rushed in quickly, wanting to pick it up and admire it, completely unaware of a large spider web covering the entire ceiling.

  A black blood spider, comparable in size to a thoroughbred horse, opened its twelve large compound eyes and stared at its prey, quietly approaching from the ceiling along the spider silk.