Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1228 - 622

Chapter 1228: 622

"Boss, there’s no place to stay. Even the common people’s homes in the town are all out of rooms," reported Elijah Hastings, who was in charge of communication, after making a round outside.

"No need to rush," Sean Knight smiled, "Since we’re here, we must prepare for a long haul. We can always camp in tents. Let’s find a spot to set up tents first and then inquire about that Maramart."

Sean was interested in what treasures might come out of this dig, but he was more interested in the cultural relics warehouse the Daveler Family had placed around the world.

If he could get the address of this warehouse, then the payoff would definitely be many times greater than what they’d find here!

Why bother being a groundhog here when you can have that treasure now? Of course, this wasn’t because he was idle.

Of course not, Sean was hoping to get the best of both worlds!

There was no shortage of camps set up by people in the desert outside the town.

Although it was a subtropical region, the temperature difference between day and night was quite significant, so Sean saw that some people had set up cotton tents.

Small cars selling tents, emergency convenience foods, and supplies also shuttled nearby, reminding him of the gold rush he’d seen in movies and TV shows.

In the end, it wasn’t the gold diggers who struck it rich, but those who sold tools and cowboy clothes.

Quite ironic indeed.

Setting up tents was a minor task for these team members. They found a flat area, cleared the stones on the ground, and set up four tents.

Once the tents were pitched, groups of people started to scatter and act separately.

Sean originally planned to walk around the town, but was jokingly told by Douglas Cooper that "The child of a thousand gold cannot sit in a temple" and it would be better for him to stay in the tent.

Sean could see that many people here were carrying guns. It was indeed dangerous, so he went with the flow and stayed in the tent.

A good opportunity to rest for a bit.

Soon, the tantalizing smell of dishes drifted in from nearby.

There were no other tents around. With so many onlookers in the Small Town, the team members knew the importance of staying vigilant, so they had chosen a secluded area with no one else around. Although it was the opposite direction from where most people were heading, it had the advantage of quietness.

It must be the team members cooking – Sean could tell by the smell. They were making beef stew with potatoes, scrambled eggs with green peppers, and something else.

When the food was ready, Elijah and the others began to return.

"We’ve asked around in the town. There is indeed a person named Maramart, but he’s not currently in town," said Douglas, reviewing his findings, then his attention turned to the food:

"Little Yang, not bad at all! Being able to whip up four dishes and a soup in this place, it was wise to bring you along!"

"The only inn in town had a record of Maramart staying there," Lincoln Harrington continued the report, "He left town four days ago and went deep into the desert. Some say that there’s a tomb out there filled with gold and silver ware."

"Now people in the town come from all over the world—including government archaeologists. I heard that in two days, strong-arm departments will come to clear the area. After all, archaeology is allowed, but tomb raiding is illegal. If we’re going to move, we need to be quick," Elijah had gathered this intelligence.

"Alright, let’s eat quickly, then pack up and go find this Maramart," Sean decided.

After eating, they had to take down the tents they just pitched, but the team members had no complaints. After all, everything was happening so fast; no one expected to get the information they wanted this quickly.

Heading from the town towards the target location, there was no need to ask directions — originally, there were no roads leading deep into the Gobi. Now, a road had been forcibly made by the vehicles.

Some cars had broken down midway—some car owners simply abandoned their cars there, others were frantically repairing or looking for tow trucks.

The performance of Sean’s off-road vehicle was quite good. Amid the roaring engine, it kicked up a cloud of dust and sped away, attracting many envious glances.

The car drove deeper into the Gobi, and ahead, one sand bag after another appeared, and the hillocks on both sides began to loom taller.

It became increasingly hard to spot vegetation nearby, and there were fewer tire marks.

Side of the road, there were still cars stuck in sandpits and people walking on foot.

Some even stood in the middle of the road to stop the car when they saw it coming.

The driver never slowed down, charging straight through, scaring the obstructers into crawling and scrambling away to the roadside, where they then hurled a string of curses at the vehicle.

After rounding a hill, the desert ahead turned to Gobi, the road grew firmer, and the speed of the car increased.

Still no signs of crowds, but tire tracks continued deep into the Gobi. Sean glanced down; they had been driving for about three hours, with the sun already slanting westward.

That’s about over 100 kilometers.

However, the road zigzagged, so the straight-line distance was only about 80 kilometers.

Finally, after rounding another hill, Sean saw people excavating on the hills and sandbags.

In front, parked against the mountainside, were dozens of cars.

Roughly, it looked to be almost a hundred people.

Occasional arguments and even fights broke out between those whose digging areas overlapped.

"Stop at a discreet distance, keep to the side, don’t stand out, but don’t stray far from the convoy," Sean instructed the driver.

He activated Sky Eye, starting to observe the surrounding situation.

Sure enough, on the steeper hillocks, Sean spotted the remnants of a temple structure.

And in the sandbags blown against the side of the hillock by thousands of years of wind, there were pyramids of various sizes, all sunken into the sand. From the outside, their shapes were invisible.

The most concentrated digging was next to a small pyramid that—for some reason—had only been half built, leaving the entrance to the corridor exposed.

Though blocked by sand, it clearly differed from other places.

People were digging sand out from inside while others nearby tried to unearth a new corridor, presumably hoping to find a separate entrance.

Not far from there, actual archaeological personnel were cleaning up a site where ancient people had lived.

Such a mix of fish and dragons!

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