Chapter 75: Even a grave robber needs to heed a plundering moral code
Natha’s private quarter consisted of two levels.
The large bedroom that felt like it could be used for playing ball was on the second level, along with a dressing room that might as well be a clothing store, and the bath chamber with a tub that I could use for swimming.
If Natha’s private floor in the Lair felt like a luxury apartment, this one felt like a penthouse.
Even with how large everything was on the second level, the first level was twice that. There was the big foyer, the reception room, the wide living room that could be used to dine, the study with my own little reading corner, a pantry that felt more like a wine storage, and last but not least; the collection room.
Forgive me—rooms.
I hadn’t gone inside exactly, but I took a peek yesterday, when Natha brought me there to register my mana wave. The entrance was only one, but there were several chambers inside, probably to contain different types of treasures.
The door itself was run with something akin to a biometric system. Unlike the one on Earth, however, it wasn’t done through iris recognition or fingerprints, but through mana wave.
To go there, I had to walk through a corridor that separated the study and the pantry. The door wasn’t actually a door, but a wall at the end of the corridor. All I had to do next was putting my palm against the wall, and inject my mana there, which functioned to unlock the mechanism.
With a hiss akin to a vault opening, the door slid into the adjacent wall, giving a gap enough for a person to come in—well, at least someone in Natha’s size. Once I stepped in, I didn’t automatically arrive at the collection chamber, but a small transit room with a door on every wall.