Chapter 41 Scavenging is a Skill

Clearly, the items Saruman had stored here were the result of the dwarves' diligent labor in the past, plundered by the orcs from Khazad-dûm, the predecessor to the Mines of Moria. Saruman had enslaved and destroyed many orc tribes, so these items naturally fell into his possession.

Fang Senyan's eyes almost popped out as he looked at the series of notifications, especially regarding mithril. If this was used to forge a shield, it could very well result in something similar to Fang Senyan's talent: Resilience, which directly reduces the amount of damage the enemy deals. There's no doubt that this attribute is very effective against high attack speed and low damage attack types. However, however, these things are useless!

"I can't take them out, but I can't leave them behind either!" Fang Senyan thought through gritted teeth. He then started packing all of the wealth into a box.

At this time, the Mist Song girl was also stunned. Although she was simple-minded, she wasn't an idiot. Even in Rivendell, mithril and fine steel weapons were rare. It was said that only the elven royalty, like Princess Arwen, seemed to have a perfect (mithril content exceeding 50%) mithril princess diadem. Prince Legolas possessed a perfect fine steel weapon and a set of exquisite mithril inner armor!

In Rivendell, only three to five pieces of mithril equipment/weapons could be labeled with the title "Refined" (mithril content below 20% and above 10%), and there was only one fine steel weapon. Even weapons referred to as "Spirit-plated" (only with mithril plating on the blade) could only be obtained by the strong in Rivendell. As for fine steel, there was simply no way to process it with "plating", so even the worst fine steel weapon was of refined quality.

The reason why the Mist Song girl knew so much about these things was because she had previously done work like cleaning weapons and armor...

Although Fang Senyan had reverted to being an ordinary person, he was still very capable. He quickly packed up these good materials, put them in a box, and then tore a rope from the side to tie it up securely. He looked out the window of the tower and then said to the Mist Song girl:

"When I left, I couldn't take these things away, so you must take the box and escape immediately. After you get out of the orc camp, cast a 'Dawn Elf Blessing' on the box, bury it deeply, and mark it."

"If Saruman knew that the news here had been leaked, he wouldn't wait for the elves of Rivendell to come before abandoning this place himself! Then you can safely take these things out and transport them away. Remember, don't tell anyone that you have this wealth! Secretly find dwarves who are good at forging to get yourself a set of equipment! Your own strength is the most fundamental source. If you doubt my words, think about how your clansmen treated you in the prison before you became a Dawn Elf!"

The elven girl timidly looked at Fang Senyan, her eyes filled with tears:

"Can you not be so fierce when you speak? What about you?"

Fang Senyan smiled bitterly:

"Of course I'm staying behind to cover the retreat. Don't worry, I won't die. How about this, after you bury the things in this box, come back and meet me, provided that the orcs haven't returned yet. Go quickly!"

When he said the last two words, Fang Senyan's tone was already stern. The calculation in his heart was also very shameless. If the space wouldn't let him get benefits, he would let his lover get them! Looking at the Mist Song girl's docile appearance, wasn't she obedient? If she became stronger, wouldn't that be the same as my strength increasing? We can't just come to the Lord of the Rings world once, right!

The Mist Song girl looked at him pitifully with teary eyes, reluctant to leave. In the end, she returned and hugged Fang Senyan's leg, crying non-stop. Fang Senyan was very troubled by this, and finally couldn't help but yell and kick her away, sending her away in tears.

At this time, Fang Senyan, who had made up his mind, calmed down and began to search for his target: Saruman's research notes!!!

Obviously, research notes are things that record a series of experimental data, focusing on efficiency, speed, and decisiveness. If you knocked over bottles and jars every time you recorded data, wouldn't that be twice the effort? So Fang Senyan immediately stood in the experimental position where Saruman usually liked to stand. Then, using this as the center, he searched the surrounding area.

On the table, nothing.

Inside the table... the table has no drawers, eliminating this possibility.

The environment inside the laboratory is relatively dirty, and test tubes and other items are placed in a chaotic manner, which shows that Saruman's clone is not the kind of rigorous and organized person, so it is possible that he put the notes randomly.

From this, it can be inferred that there is a higher probability of finding research notes on the tables around the door, the dining table, and the entrance to the toilet.

Fang Senyan continued searching, still without any results. He wasn't discouraged either. After repeatedly failing to guess, it at least showed that Saruman's clone, although relatively unkempt, also cherished his research notes, so the usual place to put them would be in a drawer.

However, he searched all the seven or eight drawers in the laboratory... still without any results. By this time, a full half hour had passed since they entered the orc city. Obviously, if you count the time Fang Senyan and the others spent traveling on the road, then even if Saruman's group wasn't completely wiped out, they should at least have won and be on their way back.

Even though Fang Senyan was calm and collected, he couldn't help but feel anxious and depressed. He shouted and swept the table next to him frantically! The glass crystal experimental equipment on it scattered all over the place with a crash, and then he vented his anger by smashing benches and throwing boxes, finally getting some relief.

From the moment he saw Saruman's clone and planned to plot against the giant octopus Hekimkah, he had been nervously planning and calculating. He had managed to execute the plan smoothly all the way... but the plan was so smooth that it could be described as smooth sailing, only to fall short at the last step!!

"Could it be that Saruman, this idiot, looks powerful on the outside, but is actually a weak and insecure *little shou* on the inside, so he doesn't take the usual path and not only set up traps outside the tower, but also set up a safe and secret magic organ inside the tower to store good things?"

Fang Senyan gasped for breath, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible, and he felt a burst of despair in his heart... If Saruman really did this, then it undoubtedly meant that he and that research experience would directly fly *wěn* and then *ygdbye*. Seeing the passage of time, Fang Senyan couldn't help but sigh up to the sky. In frustration, he subconsciously slammed his hands heavily on the experimental table in front of him...

"Eh!" Fang Senyan suddenly felt that something was wrong. He was now only capable as an ordinary person, having lost that series of powerful bonuses. Why did the desktop he hit with his left hand feel slightly sunken?

At this time, Fang Senyan looked again at the position where he was standing, and then looked at the smoothness of the wooden table and the floor under his feet, and suddenly realized: The place where he was standing should be the place where Saruman stood the most and the longest when he was doing experiments.

Fang Senyan's mind moved, and he pressed his left hand again, and immediately felt that the seemingly seamless desktop could indeed be pressed, but there was still no movement. Fang Senyan thought carefully again, pressed his hand on the wooden table first slightly, and then pushed it downwards!

Still nothing.

Fang Senyan took a deep breath, and the hope that had finally risen became as fragile as porcelain. He was also the kind of person who wouldn't turn back until he hit a brick wall. At this time, he had finally obtained a glimmer of hope, so how could he easily give up? He gently pressed and pushed upwards!

Still nothing...

Then, try pushing it to the left after pressing it? As the saying goes, the hand follows the heart. With this push, he immediately heard a *kacha* sound. A wooden block the size of a book popped out from Fang Senyan's right hand, about ten centimeters above the desktop.

Then the wooden board opened in half like a folded book. The left half of the wooden board held a stack of horizontal parchment paper, and the right half of the wooden board held an ink bottle and a white quill! Under the ink, there was also a crumpled white cloth with black stains on it, which seemed to be used to wipe up spilled ink.

Obviously, this was the place where Saruman used to record his experiments. This ingenious little mechanism needed to be pressed and pushed to the left to activate, which minimized the adverse consequences of accidental touches. On the right, the miniature writing desk that automatically floated up could be seen to have permanently fixed "Small Levitation", "Illumination", "Spell Delay Barrier", "Permanent Spell" and other small magic. Undoubtedly, it brought considerable convenience to Saruman's work, research, and study.

Fang Senyan grabbed the parchment paper on the miniature writing desk and quickly flipped through it. His heart immediately turned cold again. It turned out that the stack of parchment paper, at least three fingers thick, was all brand new!!! Not to mention words, there wasn't even a drop of ink splashed on it. Saruman had just finished a topic recently, and his experience had just been completed (or it was eunuchized, and the new pit was in the draft and waiting to be fattened!

Fang Senyan painfully closed his eyes. If he had known that this was the result, he would rather not have found the mechanism! Giving people hope and then disappointing them is worse than not giving it in the first place! Suddenly, the crumpled white cloth with black stains flashed again in Fang Senyan's mind... Those black stains seemed to be too regular, didn't they?