Lock?

Unknown if there's an alarm system inside.

In Julius Reed's eyes, doors were everywhere.

As long as he wanted, he could enter from any point.

Walking to the spot where Levin Lake appeared, Julius Reed drew the Yin and Yang from his waist.

He inserted it directly!

Click!

The stone shattered.

Julius Reed leaned in to listen closely.

No alarm sound.

That made things easier.

Click!

The Longsword pried, smashing the stone door to pieces.

Kicking away the debris, Julius Reed bent down and entered the passage.

He didn't need a light.

Only two types of people don't need light.

The blind, and those with night vision.

Julius Reed could see anything in the dark, even at a glance, he saw the crafting table deep inside.

Through the narrow dark corridor, he arrived at the crafting table.

No lights needed here.

There was always fire.

Warm, and humid.

If Levin Lake hadn't turned on the faucet to cast the iron sword just now, it would have remained dry here.

A place continuously scorched by fire could not have steam.

Julius Reed leapt onto the edge of the crafting table.

The flames below were unceasing.

Strangely, there was no place to add fuel here.

Nor were there gas or gas pipelines seen.

The flames seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Very resilient!

Only such flames could forge a superb weapon.

Julius Reed looked around, finding nothing unusual.

The crafting table was made of stone, very fire-resistant.

And the room was already mechanized.

You could see that Pranay Martinez probably kept crafting things without stopping.

Julius Reed went to the control console, repeatedly pressing the buttons above.

He was a genius, easily mastering the controls of the crafting table.

It must be said, Pranay Martinez had talent, the only one appreciated by Julius Reed among the so-called Seventh Emperors was Pranay Martinez.

This person was odd, not able to be measured by common sense.

Wait!

Suddenly, Julius Reed felt he vaguely remembered Pranay Martinez.

This wasn't amnesia.

Real amnesia is when you don't feel like you've forgotten anything at all.

That is to say, if he felt like his memory was incomplete, that part of memory has always been there, just never recalled.

And the truly amnesic part, he completely didn't know.

Forgotten means it never existed.

Equals to nothing!

Turning around the crafting table multiple times, Julius Reed stood on the edge, looking at the flames below.

Like he thought of something.

He immediately took out his phone, opened the map, and observed.

No surprise!

This place was originally a mountain!

Swain Lake!

In Julius Reed's memory, Swain Lake was a volatile volcano, with raging flames.

Seemingly, Pranay Martinez had actually flattened the volcano, building a city at the crater!

And the crafting table was even deeper within the volcano!

Lava below!

A natural spot for sword forging.

Compared to external flames, Swain Lake's fire was considered top-notch in hardness globally.

Roaring flames.

You could tell, Pranay Martinez loved crafting weapons.

Julius Reed now stood at the crater.

However, Moon Villa had existed for a thousand years, meaning it had never erupted here.

Safety was long ensured by Pranay Martinez.

One side of the crafting table was a stone wall!

These stones, baked by high temperatures for years, were already blackened.

Yet strangely, the characters on it remained undamaged.

Very clear.

You could tell, the person engraving the characters with a sword had incredible strength!

And excellent control.

If the force was improperly controlled, the characters would be uneven in depth.

And might crack.

The characters like those before him were probably inscribed by Pranay Martinez.

Apart from the writings, there were pictures on the wall.

Pictures of swords.

Summer Dragon Sparrow, Lamilid Dust Shadow, Springs Mist Night, Qin Edge Lance, Crimsonal Hollow…

Each sword, a story of its own.

It seemed every generation of emperors would plead with Pranay Martinez to forge a sword.

Below, the record of the emperors' request for swords was detailed.

And the dates of each sword's forging.

The Springs Mist Night used by Julius Reed was very handy.

Turns out, it was crafted by Pranay Martinez too.

Weapons of the Seven Veins also came from his hands.

Everything seemed logical, but Julius Reed felt something was wrong.

Pranay Martinez, or Orson Martinez, was no saint.

This man had a peculiar temperament; you couldn't define him as good or bad.

Pranay Martinez could help the weak but would also kill the innocent.

The evaluation on gold leaf about Pranay Martinez was very complex.

Only one word.

Human.

Human, a stroke and a slash.

Seems simple, yet most complex.

Every person's thoughts, every person's character, and the depths of their heart are incomprehensible.

The former City Lord of Skilid, once a prominent figure, would be so idle to forge swords for a bunch of mortal emperors?

Perhaps in the mortal world, emperors were the highest and most powerful symbols.

But Julius Reed knew well, that in the eyes of Pranay Martinez and others, the so-called emperors were just ordinary mortals.

No different from common people.

Not to mention requesting a sword, whether these people could meet Pranay Martinez was questionable.

Julius Reed examined closely, reading from start to end.

Each sword had an image, and a description.

The most crucial was that precise timing was also recorded!

Julius Reed was a living fossil, his mind vividly remembering the major events of thousands of years.

Every dynasty's rise and fall, he knew clearly.

Suddenly.

Julius Reed squinted, deep in thought.

The timing of each sword's creation coincided with that dynasty's end.

When Summer Dragon Sparrow was created, the Lamilid Dynasty was established, overthrowing Summer Dynasty.

When Lamilid Dust Shadow emerged, the Springs Dynasty invaded Chao Ge.

And when Springs Mist Night was completed by Pranay Martinez, the Qin Dynasty swept through the land!

Next, Qin Edge Lance, Crimsonal Hollow…

The more Julius Reed looked, the more his face grew cold.

This was definitely no coincidence, nor was it Pranay Martinez following the trend!

This City Lord of Skilid had an unusual obsession with crafting.

He forged swords, seeking perfection!

Not allowing any flaw to exist!

A second too much or too late, were flaws, not perfect!

The truth, only one.

A true master uses the world as a chessboard, using a lifetime as the pieces.

Pranay Martinez set up an enormous game!

Even those who once stood with him among the Seventh Emperors became pieces in it.

"Madman!"

Julius Reed suddenly laughed.

Things were getting more interesting.

He enjoyed strong opponents.

Such a game was intriguing.

All of a sudden.

His gaze stopped at the corner of the wall.

There lay a sword.

Silently tucked inside.

Unlike the famous swords on the wall, this sword seemed abandoned, unwanted.

Julius Reed walked over.

At five meters away, he felt the coolness of the sword.

Definitely no ordinary item!

No reason for such a weapon to be abandoned here.

Julius Reed reached out, just as he was about to touch the sword, he withdrew his hand.

Then he turned around and left the crafting table.

Without any hesitation.

After Julius Reed walked far away, a silhouette emerged from the darkness.

The figure looked towards the exit, then came to the sword, shaking his head.

In the firelight, Aron Jackson's face was revealed.

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