The reason why Henry came here today was because of the swordsmanship of the metal puppet in the underground city.
The puppet's sword technique was exactly the same as the old man's. However, compared to the metallic puppet's sword technique, the old man's attack was even sharper and more despairing.
Henry absolutely didn't believe it was just a coincidence. The first time he came here, he felt that the old man was full of mystery. This time, the old man brought more mystery to Henry.
"A brand new year..." Henry muttered what the old man had just said before he left, "What can be called a brand new year?"
Far away from Yinzhou.
Inside a luxuriously decorated villa, a middle-aged man with blond hair was looking at the bronze tripod in front of him.
Yachim, the leader of the Sandsea Bandits, lowered his head and looked respectfully at the middle-aged man with blond hair.
The middle-aged man with blond hair circled the tripod and said, "Is this the tripod?"
"Yes," Yachim replied respectfully.
"Okay." The middle- aged man nodded and waved his hand.
Outside the villa, several tall and strong white bodyguards came in.
"Carry this tripod inside!" The middle- aged man ordered. Several bodyguards immediately went forward, picked up the copper tripod, and walked into a room.
The blond middle-aged man showed a smile and looked very proud.
"Mr. Drewe, I've brought the tripod here. The rest of the money..." Yachim said with a smile.
"Mr. Shao, I'm very satisfied with your work this time. Don't worry about the money." Drewe said in fluent Chinese, "Wait a moment, I'll be back soon."
"Okay, Mr. Drewe, you take care of your own business first. I'm not in a hurry." Yachim smiled.
Drewe nodded, then walked towards the room where the guards had taken the tripod.
"That's okay. Put it down and leave." Drewe waved at his bodyguards.
A group of bodyguards walked out of the room.
Drewe walked into the room. It was a large room, and it looked luxurious. Its surrounding walls were gold- gilded, and the chandelier hanging from the ceiling was worth millions.
A copper tripod was placed in the centre of the room.
With a turn of his head, Drewe solemnly closed the door, locked it from inside, and then turned off the lights in the room. The moment the lights were turned off, the whole room was in complete darkness.
At this moment, even Drewe himself was on one knee. One couldn't see the expression on Drewe's face in the darkness, but he could hear the latter's respectful voice. "Master, the tripod has been delivered."
As soon as he finished speaking, a mechanical sound could be heard coming from the wall opposite him. Right after that, a figure appeared in front of him.
In the pitch-black room, one couldn't make out the figure's appearance. Through the window, a ray of moonlight shone upon the black figure. Drewe subconsciously glanced at it. In his eyes, he could only see a white mask without any facial features, as if it were a ghost at midnight, making him feel terrified.
Drewe hurriedly lowered his head and didn't dare to raise his head.
"Is this the tripod?" The figure asked. Its voice had been specially processed, so it was hard to tell if it was male or female. It sounded like a mechanical voice.
"Yes." Drewe said. "This is the one that was unearthed from the Loulan Kingdom."
The black shadow walked forward, extended his hand and rubbed against the tripod. After making a circle around the tripod, he asked, "Where is the thing in the tripod?"
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