My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1111 - 528: Arrangement of Baker Refinement City _3

Chapter 1111: Chapter 528: Arrangement of Baker Refinement City _3

However, it was no doubt that these mausoleums were extremely dangerous — those fellows would probably not be as kind as Red Dragon Master. If something went wrong, Santa would only lose one avatar, but if he died, it would be for real.

"Never mind." Owen Bertram sighed regretfully: "In life, it is better to be down-to-earth and diligently cultivate to improve one’s own strength. Relying on shell coins and shell awls to forcibly increase fighting power may lead the juniors astray."

"Hmph, you’re as timid as a mouse," Santa could see through him. They all descended several dozen feet, and the space suddenly became wide open, revealing a vast underground cavern.

"The Divine Lightning Python was hidden here before. I carefully used the Spirit Fire Spirit Ring to catch it off guard, but without the Spirit Fire Spirit Ring to restrain it, even the Shell Awl couldn’t do anything to that fierce beast."

Santa regarded the Southern Treasure Root highly, constantly emphasizing his important role in this battle, lest Owen Bertram should compete with him.

The huge stone cave was trumpet-shaped, wide on one side and narrow on the other. There were traces of the Divine Lightning Python everywhere, the wide part was probably the area where the Tire-8 Monster usually moved. At the very end of the narrow part, there was an iron door with a beast’s mouth-shaped handle, and some designs and symbols carved on it.

The iron door and the surrounding stone walls were integrated, and Santa inspected it for a while, growing even more furious at the old acquaintances of Baker Refinement City: "Behind this door, an independent space has already been formed. To enter, you can only open the door. If you try to force it open, the space will be completely cut off and float into the Exotic Void, and it might even end up in the hands of Foreign Evil Spirits!"

Owen Bertram also stepped forward: "Predecessor, it seems you are quite familiar with Baker Refinement City, can’t you open this door?"

Santa’s face burned with flames again, stammering: "This is a kind of calculation game that those Artificers in Baker Refinement City like to play. In our time, only these Artificers liked it. I have always been engrossed in cultivation, and did not bother with these trivial matters."

Owen Bertram understood that Santa couldn’t crack the code. Tamsin Macy and Nick Liam, after hearing the explanation, also curiously came forward to inspect the iron door. The ancient symbols and designs on the door were deciphered by everyone, who were well-informed and knowledgeable about the texts of that period, and could recognize one or two of them. With Santa’s translation, they understood even more.

After the two women figured out the puzzle on the iron door, they immediately racked their brains, and found that this calculation game was half true and half false. The more they thought, the more confused they became. They thought they had found the answer, but upon looking back, they found that they were miles away...

"No wonder the predecessor is not good at it." The two felt a headache and couldn’t help but want to give up: "It’s indeed difficult; those Artificers in Baker Refinement City like such games? It’s so strange that there are such weird people in the world who enjoy this kind of painful and boring game..."

"Right!" Santa, feeling he had found a kindred spirit, chimed in: "Those fellows in Baker Refinement City are simply masochistic. The minds of Artificers are undoubtedly different from normal people! They always said that this kind of game has a great auxiliary effect on the arrangement of the array patterns in their Magical Instruments, which is truly ridiculous!"

The three of them complained for a while, but they didn’t see Owen Bertram come over to join the fun. When they looked back, they saw Owen squatting down at the foot of the door, drawing something on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Santa asked curiously, and Owen waved without raising his head: "Be quiet, I’m almost done."

Santa didn’t believe it: "Except for those Artificers, no one can solve this thing." He and the two women came closer, only to see that Owen had drawn a wide range of strange symbols and shapes on the ground... The three of them looked at each other blankly: what was this?

Owen Bertram didn’t understand some symbols on the door, but after Santa’s translation, he was shocked to find: This is nothing but a geometry problem! But it was quite difficult, involving solid geometry.

In his previous life, Owen was also someone who had made it through the gauntlet of countless exams and tests, so he picked up a stone and began to solve the problem on the side, to see how far he could go.

Santa and the two women watched Owen with big eyes and small eyes, the two women full of expectations in their hearts, but Santa firmly believed that Owen was simply being arrogant. He had never solved any of these puzzles, even at the height of his power, and as a result, he was always ridiculed by those old fellows in Baker Refinement City, and never visited the city again unless absolutely necessary.

Those old men, who couldn’t understand basic social etiquette, always sent sound-transmission arrows asking him why he hadn’t come to Baker Refinement City to reminisce with them!

At that time, he was a Ninth Realm Great Power! If he couldn’t do it, how could this junior of the later generations have the ability or the moral character to do so?

But as they waited, Santa became more and more uncertain, because the more Owen wrote, the faster he became, and it genuinely seemed he wasn’t faking it.

"Could it really be solved?" Santa was conflicted; he hoped Owen could succeed, but also didn’t want him to. In this dilemma, half a Shichen (one hour) passed, and Owen stood up: "I have found the answer."

The three looked forward, but the various symbols and shapes on the ground made it impossible to see what Owen’s answer was.

Santa was embarrassed: was the gap really that big?

Owen Bertram walked to the iron door and connected the various patterns on it with various lines. As the last stroke fell, there was a click sound from inside the door, as if a latch had sprung open.