The goods were not found on the second floor, so the two of them tried to get around the guard and went to the first floor. Before they could go down the stairs, Drizzt saw a room not far from the entrance of the stairs.

It was the only separate room on the first floor. If something was hidden in the warehouse, Drizzt felt that the thing would definitely be hidden in the house.

After going down the stairs, Drizzt immediately squatted behind a crate. Graves also found a box to hide, but the guy's figure was too strong. A box that was twice as big as he could not stop him. One corner of the cloak and the shiny muzzle of the stirrup were exposed.

There were a few figures carrying crossbows on the left. It seemed that they knew how crazy it was to hold firearms in a warehouse full of explosives. They were chatting with their voices, and the noise was as loud as cursing. Drizzt thought that even if he walked over with a bell, they might not find it, but if one of them glanced at him...

Drizzt put Lucky down the ground and made several gestures at it. The smart Lucky immediately understood and walked between the boxes, making some noise in the opposite direction.

"Did you hear it? What a silence?!"

"It sounds like a dock rat, or a kind of arm. Go and take a look so that it will not spill the black powder all over the ground."

The guard's attention was immediately attracted, and Drizzt and Grayfos seized the opportunity created by luck and walked into the room while the guards were all facing their backs.

This kind of cooperation is not the first time that Drizzt is stared at him, he will ask Lucky to help him share some of his vision, and then make plans while others are not paying attention. If you want to join the third person in their team, it is definitely lucky.

As soon as he entered the room, Graves saw a man lying comfortably on the chair. He looked at the two of them trespassing in with sleepy eyes, as if they had just woken up by the movements they made, and his brain had not yet figured out the situation.

"Hey, buddy, let's come in and get something and leave. You keep sleeping, don't disturb you." Graves's smile was a little stiff, and he walked slowly towards the man, trying to cover his mouth before he made a sound.

But the man's brain reconnected very quickly, and before Grayfos could get closer, he opened his mouth wide. At the critical moment, Drizzt behind him skillfully threw out a yellow card and hit the man in the face.

His eyes turned pale, he fainted on the chair without consciousness, and even forgot to close his mouth.

"Huh~" Graves gasped and looked at Drizzt with some complaint: "I said Choi, can you stop being so thrilling every time?"

"It was you, a big guy who blocked my way, that should have me come in first." Drizzt was calm on the surface, but also calm on the inside. This was just a small scene. He was smart and thought of someone in the room as early as when he came in.

However, Drizzt is not without panic. Whenever he falls into a state of extreme tension, he is prone to cutting the wrong cards or forgetting what color the cards in his hand are.

"grumble!"

Luckily came in through the door, and it successfully played the role of the guard outside and met with Drizzt and the others in the house.

"Beautiful job." Drizzt squatted down and patted the gunpowder powder on it, and then searched for things in the house together.

After a few minutes, the two of them searched every corner of the house and searched all the drawers, but they couldn't find the kind of thing Sarah said, which made them fall into deep suspicion.

"Cui Zi, did you think that the little girl was playing tricks on us? There is no explosive in this world that is hundreds of times stronger than black gunpowder." Grayfors was at a loss and even wanted to suck a cigar to quench the anger, but using open flames in the bomb warehouse is definitely a stupid thing.

"I haven't seen it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. If that thing is really as unstable as she said, it must have been preserved by means safer than storing black gunpowder. It cannot be affected by collisions, a stable container..." Drizzt murmured to himself, following this idea and excluding corners that cannot store mysterious ores one by one.

First of all, the tables, chairs and boxes that can be moved must be eliminated first. If one is not careful, the bumps and bumps will cause a violent explosion; secondly, the beams are on the verge of the house. From time to time, creatures such as rats will appear in the warehouse. If the ore is placed on it and pushed down by the mouse, the effect will be no less than a missile falling from the sky.

But if you don’t place these two places, where can you put it?

"Jiji!"

Just as Drizzt's thoughts fell into a dead end, Lucky made a sound of discovery.

It was just at the foot of the man who fainted from the yellow card, and was pressed by the corners of the desk, and found a strange floor tiles.

Looking at the floor tiles, Drizzt suddenly realized that the entire warehouse was made of wooden floors, but the floor of this room was covered with tiles. He squatted down carefully to check and found that the gap between the tiles that were lucky enough to lie down was obviously thicker.

"There are signs of being moved!" Drizzt's thoughts were opened at once. "Grefoss, move this table away and be careful not to make any noise. What we are looking for is probably below!"

"It's worthy of being you, you can even discover this." Finally, I could leave this deadly place, and Graves didn't dare to neglect it.

"It's a blessing for luck. Without it, I might have to look for it for a while." Drizzt took off his gloves. The gap between the bricks was very small. He couldn't insert his fingers into the gap and picked up the brick board with his gloves.

Graves carefully moved away the corner of the table, and Drizzt immediately inserted his nails into the crack of the brick, but he did not expect that the edge of the brick board was too sharp, which cut his delicate fingers through the skin, and blood beads oozed out on the spot.

The scene was speechless. If it were another man, his fingers would never be cut, but Drizzt was the exception. He never did heavy work, and his hands were maintained more delicately than women's, so his skin was naturally delicate and fragile.

Drizzt didn't take this wound seriously. He felt embarrassed to let him go back and hold Sarah in the work injury. He couldn't say anything and waited for them to return to Doom Manor to heal. Although his hands were delicate, he was not weak inside.

After moving the brick board apart, a piece of leather appeared in front of Drizzt. He lifted the leather and immediately saw a pile of black crystals tightly wrapped in wax seals.

Drizzt picked up one of them and shook it gently in front of his eyes. Then he saw an orange fire flashing through the center of the crystal, as if it was blown away.

"Finally found!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden door behind him was violently broken open, and wood chips flew everywhere.

A man with a stature that was even stronger than Graves, but with a shark's head stood at the door and blocked the only way for the two of them. Her sharp-tongued mouth bite up and down, spitting out hoarse syllables.

"The smell of blood..."

"Brother Chen!"

"Um!"

When Chen Changqing was walking on the road, he would say hello or nod when he met someone he knew.

But no matter who it is.

Everyone had no extra expression on their faces, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

Regarding this.

Chen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Department, it is an institution to maintain the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone's hands were stained with a lot of blood.

When a person is used to life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When Chen Changqing first came to this world, he was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppressing Division is very big.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Department are all powerful masters or those with the potential to become masters.

Chen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressing Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian and the other is the Demon Elimination Envoy.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts with the lowest level of Demon Elimination Envoy.

Then he will be promoted step by step and will eventually become a guardian.

Chen Changqing's predecessor was an intern in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-level Demon Suppression Envoy.

Have the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long, Chen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and it presents a different tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.

At this time, the attic door is open and occasionally someone enters and exits.

Chen Changqing just hesitated for a moment and then stepped in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow frown instinctively, but it stretched quickly.

The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Department is almost impossible to clean.
Chapter completed!