Andrew and his companion followed very carefully. They had to be cautious since the Dire Tiger had an extremely keen sense of smell. It turned its head to look back several times, and if Andrew had not steadied Chantelle to remain perfectly still, they would have risked exposure. Axel appeared very anxious, keeping his head down and hurrying along the path. The secluded trail extended all the way to the end of the hillside and then began descending. After turning into a large pine forest, the terrain became flat. "We're here!" Axel blurted out excitedly as he walked over to a raised mound of earth. He cleared away the leaves used as camouflage on top of the mound, immediately revealing an entrance large enough for a person to crawl through. Andrew and Chantelle hid behind a cluster of bushes in the shadows cast by moonlight. They watched as Axel bent down and crawled into the entrance. After Axel gave the Dire Tiger a couple of commands in the local dialect, it roared once and

A breathtaking underground palace lay before Andrew and Chantelle's eyes. This palace, which could definitely be confirmed as the burial place of the Fallen Crimson Dynasty's royalty, was almost as large as the plaza above ground. In other words, this underground palace was the size of two football fields. The palace's layout strictly followed the most orthodox central axis design of ancient royalty. It was a complete replica of an ancient emperor's palace. However, this underground palace also contained many fantastical murals. For instance, skies with lightning and thunder, and classic Torasesy scenes of immortals riding the wind were all vividly and realistically painted on the palace's dome. On the ground level, the Tree of Eternal Life was cast in gold, towering over ten meters high. A single glance was enough to strike the soul with its overwhelming majesty—a treasure beyond mortal measure. On both sides of the central axis stood life-sized warrior statues and scaled-

Instead, he was an old man sitting in a wheelchair, drowsy and nearly bald, looking like he could kick the bucket at any moment. "Once the doors are broken… then the geomancy layout inside will be disrupted! At that time, we can… plunder freely!" After saying just two sentences, he was gasping for breath. Andrew and Chantelle, hiding behind an artificial rock formation, looked at each other in bewilderment. "Why does Stanley suddenly look like a frail old corpse?" Chantelle whispered, stunned. "He looks like he's over a hundred years old." Andrew frowned. "This old man is far from simple—even Mosby and Rafael listen to him. And he seems incredibly familiar with this Fallen Crimson Dynasty underground palace! The reason Rafael and his crew were able to get in here, as well as the identity of who's buried in this palace, all came from him." Andrew had his suspicions about why Stanley now appeared so frail and aged. He had likely previously used advanced disguise technique

Stanley's eyes locked onto the golden teakwood safe, his gaze burning with obsession. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your generosity. There's only one thing I want—the Elixir of Immortality you were buried with, the one meant to accompany you to the afterlife. With it, I can live another 100 or even 200 years!" The term Elixir of Immortality hit the others like a truck. It was not just Rafael and Mosby who reacted—Andrew and Chantelle froze too. An elixir that could extend life by a century or two? Did something that fantastical really exist? Could it be that within the treasures of the Fallen Crimson Dynasty's royal tomb, even mythical artifacts like that were real? "Stanley!" the puppet's voice rang out, now anxious and thunderous. "You may have any treasure, but not the elixir. That belongs to me. I cannot give it to you!" Stanley let out a bitter smile. "Your Majesty, I was your closest friend in childhood—the one who never stopped thinking about you. You'd really l

"It's mine! All of it's mine!" Axel shouted, eyes crazed, slashing his blade like a man possessed. He had clearly gone mad, driven insane by his lust for the treasure. With another wild swing, he lunged again. Andrew furrowed his brow, about to knock him out cold. However, before he could move, Axel collapsed in a heap. Andrew watched as a massive gunshot wound bloomed from Axel's back, blood pouring freely. Just like that, the cunning, obsessive village chief who had spent his life scheming to hoard the tomb's treasure for himself was dead. From the far side of the lake, a wave of fighters stormed in. The one who had pulled the trigger was none other than Rafael. He stood at the edge of the platform, grinning at Andrew. "You little bastard. Not only are you still alive, but you managed to sneak in right under our noses! Well then… if the first attempt didn't kill you, the second or the third sure as hell will!" Mosby charged ahead, voice barking like thunder. "Andrew,