Dungeon Raider System-Chapter 193: The Dungeon is open

The inside of the Alamo was filled with corpses, just like last time. They were all dried to the point of being mummified and there was so many people inside the small fort they could barely move.

"Order your men to wait outside." Uriel asked Ethan but the colonel ignored him. "Hey! I’m talking to you weirdo."

"I’ll have you court martialed for that."

"Now that I have your attention, tell your men to go outside and take the corpses along with them."

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"I don’t follow the orders of a slum rat like yourself."

"What’s all this bickering? Just ask them out or I’ll throw them out myself." Jon said without taking his eyes off from David Crockett’s diary. After this, Ethan didn’t have to give the orders and the soldiers started cleaning the place. "This is weird. Hey, what do you think about this?"

This time, Uriel it was Uriel’s turn to ignore Jon and he pretended to be busy looking at the roof, then at the walls.

"Nikki, tell him to listen to me! I don’t like being ignored." Jon said feigning sadness, but Nika too ignored him.

"Ur... Sage, you should listen to what uncle Jon is saying." Medusa said.

"Tell him that I don’t speak with jerks who steal from me."

"Uncle Jon, he says..."

"I know what he said." Jon’s gaze sharpened. "I know how you feel, but is this really the time to act like a child? I thought you said you were interested in archaeology and now we stand in front of a mystery only an archaeologist could possibly solve."

"If that’s the case we should have brought Professor Pangiotis..." Ethan spoke but Jon cut him short.

"We don’t need that old geezer! His thinking is so square he would make the facts fits his books and not the other way around. This kid, at least, isn’t biased by the scholarly thinking."

"What does it matter, you stole the book from me and now you expect me to do all the work?"

"Fine, let’s do this. I’ll give you back the book after we finish the exploration of this place."

"And why would I trust you?" Uriel gazed at him with suspicion.

"Because, I’ll let you hold on to something that’s dear to me. If I don’t go through with my word you can destroy it." Jon took off his fedora hat and put it on Uriel’s head.

Although Uriel wasn’t one to wear hats, the looks he received from the girls at the group pointed towards the fact that it looked really good in him but something like that was of no importance to him. All that mattered was whether or not he was lying.

"What do you think Nika?"

"I say it looks better on you than on that pervert." She nodded and received a death glare from Uriel, Medusa and Tina at the same time for completely different reasons. "Oh! sure, sure. I don’t know if it’s valuable, but he’s been wearing that thing for years. Once, he dropped it after climbing a cliff and he jumped off the cliff to retrieve it without even thinking."

"What do you say?" Jon asked as he extended his hand, Uriel lingered for a few seconds and then grabbed it.

"Let’s do this." He said trying to keep his excitement from showing up. Although he hated his guts, he couldn’t deny that he felt honored by working with the world lead in the field of archaeology.

"So, here’s what’s weird about this." Jon showed Uriel a page that depicted a door with carvings that should have been somewhere inside the fort, but it was nowhere to be seen.

"That’s easy." Uriel said after catching just a glimpse of the drawing. "The door isn’t in a wall, it’s on the floor." Although it seemed unlikely, Uriel was absolutely certain and the reason for that was that the carvings Jon dismissed as mere decorations was actually a message in the ancient language that read: ’Trapdoor to the Alamo.’

"See!? This kid really is something!" Jon patted Uriel on the back with such force he had difficulty to stand his ground. "Everyone sweep the floor spotless!"

The soldiers inside and Uriel’s party started cleaning the place. They didn’t have brooms or anything that would resemble one, but they swept the place using their change of clothes.

"Nothing." One of the soldiers sighed after her section was spotless, just as the rest of the place.

"Everyone out, Sam do your thing." Uriel commanded, this time everyone did as Uriel said because Jon was working with him. Thanks to his trait, Sam needed but a minute to find the entrance.

"Over here, it’s faint but I’m sure there used to be a carving in here."

"What now?" Ethan asked.

"Now, we need the relics." Jon said.

Uriel hesitated for a second. Once he turned in the relics he would be left with no guarantees to his safety or that of his companions, but on second thought, no one had such guarantees and he ended up taking them out of his trait.

"Wow!" Seiren gasped after seeing the relics appear out of thin air.

"Don’t act so surprised, those things can channel flux. It is to be expected that they have strange properties." Jon explained.

Uriel handed the tomahawk to Jon, the buckskin tribalwear to Ethan and kept the Comanche war bonnet for himself.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" Ethan asked.

"I don’t know about you, but mine is pretty obvious." Jon said and he proceeded to hit the ground with the orichalcum tomahawk, though instead of breaking the ground like the force behind the blow implied, the tomahawk bounced with a clanging sound. "This isn’t what I expected."

"Don’t look at me, I have no idea on what to do next. What does the diary say about the relics?"

"It says they’re the key to entering, but doesn’t say anything about a lock." Jon shrugged his shoulders and then started muttering. "They key... the key... That’s it! It’s not keys, it’s key! Someone must wear all of them to open the gate!"

"You say that but... I don’t think the tribalwear will fit me." Ethan said. Experience new tales on novelbuddy

"I don’t think someone needs to wear them, we just need to place them on the door."

Uriel said as he placed his relic on the ground where the trapdoor was supposedly located. After a short pause Jon did the same, followed soon after by Ethan.

Once the three relics were placed on the door, they vanished in front of their eyes. It was as though they became invisible and just when Ethan was about to complain, the grinding of stone gears announced the opening of the trapdoor that lead to a dark staircase.

"What’s this? It’s like a FOD but it feels different." Jon lifted a brow confounded.

"It’s a protective field that keeps cryptids away." Nika explained. She had experienced something like that before, though she would rather forget everything about it.