Clouds and rosy clouds filled the sky.
It was Fulington's first time flying in the sky. The scenery below was beautiful, but he did not have the mood to enjoy it. It was not only because of the unknown person behind him. More importantly, he was shivering all over. He could not bear the cold.
He did not wear many clothes, and he had a fireplace to keep him warm. Now that he was taken away and flying in the sky without any protection, he felt like his blood was slowly freezing.
The cold wasn't the scariest part. The thin air in the sky kept flowing into Fullington's nose as he flew at high speed.
His complexion gradually changed from deathly pale to cyanosis.
Just as Fullington was starting to experience hypothermia and was about to take off his clothes and completely immerse himself in the "fake warmth", they finally arrived at their destination — the Kraken Waterfall.
Fulington was thrown into the snow. While he was still in a daze, a stream of gentle energy entered his body.
As the energy entered his body, Fulington felt all the discomfort in his body disappear. Even his chaotic thoughts had become much clearer.
Not only did he not feel cold, but he also felt like he was in a warm summer.
Fulington looked at Thewis in shock. Only an Extraordinaire could do something like this. Thinking that his body had recovered, Fulington stood up in the thick snow.
However, Fulington did not look any better. His skin was still pale and purple. It was obvious that he was suffering from frostbite, and it was getting worse as time passed. However, Fulington's eyes were still bright, as if he did not notice anything wrong with his body.
It seemed that the energy Thewis put into Fulington's body was more like a numbing effect than a real effect.
"Tell me, where did you bury the box?" Thewis asked coldly.
"When I came here, it was not snowing yet. Let me think." Fulington looked around. The Kraken Waterfall had stopped flowing. Only a few places that were not frozen still had water flowing. Snow covered the mountains, and the wind blew the dust into the air. Both near and far, it was a vast expanse of snow. Normal people would not be able to tell the direction.
However, Fulington was a sailor who lived on the sea. He was born with a good sense of direction, and he also had a better grasp of spatial distance.
After he identified a landmark as the starting point, he quickly found the direction.
"It should be buried there!" Fulington pointed to a high ground in the distance.
The group looked over and realized that the highland was actually quite far away from where they were. Although it was still within the range of the waterfall, it was already close to the edge. Grue Town was just a little further away.
Thewis picked Fulington up again and they reached the high ground in an instant.
The highland was very flat and empty. There was only a lonely tree that stood there for a long time.
Glancing back from the high ground, the scenery of Grue Town was unobstructed.
"That person told me to bury him near Grue Town several times, but I didn't know what was inside. I was worried that it might be some kind of poisonous gas, so I didn't dare to bury him near Grue Town, so I buried him here." Fulington said as he walked towards the only snow-covered tree. "The chest is under this tree."
After Fulington finished his words, he stood aside.
Thewis looked at the tree carefully. He had already sensed that there was something under the tree, but it was just an ordinary chest. If there was any energy escaping from the chest, it would have been detected by the alchemy puppet, but there was none in this chest.
Thewis stood still and did not move. A ripple appeared in the air behind him, and the shadow of a huge Hand of Mana appeared near the tree.
The Hand of Mana reached into the ground, and the ground rumbled as a leather chest was lifted up.
Just as Thewis had sensed earlier, it was just an ordinary leather suitcase. It was made of brown leather and had a cross on it. There was also a copper lacquered buckle and a black zipper.
It looked ordinary, but there was something strange about it. He couldn't sense what was inside.
"Be careful," White Bear said in a low voice. "Fate has given me a feeling that this chest might belong to Roland."
Even if Roland wasn't here, there might be a trap inside.
After a pause, White Bear said, "What could be inside the chest?"
"A superhuman's suitcase can hold a lot of things. It could even contain an entire world, "Thewis replied.
He wasn't wrong. If someone made a Sorcerer's Garden into a chest, it could contain an entire world. But as far as they knew, Goman King didn't have a Sorcerer's Garden. Even if it did, it wouldn't be buried here so carelessly.
But even if there wasn't a "world" inside, it didn't mean the chest would be so small. What if there was something terrifying inside?
Thewis carefully reached out his hand and tried to open the chest.
Even if there was something terrible inside, Mister Phantom should be able to handle it.
Before Thewis could open the zipper, Angor suddenly stopped him. "Wait!"
Thewis stopped and looked at Angor in confusion.
"Don't you think the thread under the nail looks familiar?" Angor pointed at a spot on the case where there was a line under the buckle. The line looked like a seam, and it merged perfectly with the cross-shaped patterns around it.
Neither Thewis nor White Bear noticed it. Sunders pondered for a moment and asked, "Is that a knot?"
Angor nodded. "Yes, it looks like a knot in disguise."
Knot was a kind of knowledge in Rune Studies. Each rune had its own meaning, such as elements or concepts, which would appear according to the corresponding effect of the rune. On the other hand, a bearing horn would appear in most mageweaths because it represented the largest edge of a mageweath.
It didn't have any special meaning. If one really wanted to describe it, it would be something like "restriction" or "frame".
In other words, runes were usually limited to the knot.
However, the restrictions alone seemed to be too strict. In fact, the expressive power of mageweaths was still very broad and free. Hence, the concept of bearing angle was actually more of a medium for other mageweaths.
"Knot, huh?" Thewis knew what a stud horn was, but no matter how he looked at it, it did not look like a stud horn at all. It was a bit far-fetched to say that it was a knot in disguise.
Still, Thewis wasn't an expert in Rune Studies, while Angor was an alchemist who knew how to enchant spells. Thewis couldn't deny it.
If it was a knot, did it mean there was a rune on the chest? Or a magic array?
Thewis inspected the chest carefully, but he didn't see any familiar runes on it.
In the end, Thewis had to leave it to Angor.
The Hand of Spell held the case in front of Angor and allowed him to inspect it.
Angor took a closer look at the chest's appearance. It was formed in one piece. The leather was very smooth, and the cross pattern was printed with some kind of paint. The only bump was the seam that appeared from the bottom of the buckle.
However, upon closer inspection, the stitches looked more like ordinary stitches that were used to sew nails together.
A moment later, he frowned again. He did not find any runes either. But the pattern made by the stitches did look like a bearing horn.
"Did you see it wrong?" White Bear frowned when Angor didn't say anything.
He thought for a while but still couldn't sense the rune. Was White Bear right? Did he see it wrong? Was the seam only designed to look like a knot?
Thewis also began to doubt Angor's ability.
It wasn't that he doubted Angor's ability. He just thought that Angor was too paranoid to admit that he made a mistake this time.
"It's a good thing that there's no runes on it. Even if there is, we can handle it, right?" White Bear whispered.
"I want to touch the chest," Angor suddenly said.
Because they were worried that there might be traps in the suitcase, they didn't touch it before and just used Hand of Magic to carry it.
In Thewis' opinion, Angor's request for direct contact meant that Angor was trying to play a fool because he couldn't bring himself to do so. There were no bumps or bumps on the chest, so touching it would be pointless.
Still, Angor was the biggest contributor to the discovery of the suitcase, so Thewis could not stop him. However, his expression darkened a little.
Angor looked at Sunders, who didn't seem to doubt him. "You really think there's a rune?"
"I don't know. But you can't see what's inside the chest, which means something is wrong. I have an idea, and I need to confirm it. "
Sunders nodded. "Then do as you wish."
Angor reached out his hand and slowly touched the surface of the suitcase. A cold sensation seeped into his body through his fingertips.
Angor touched the "knot" he had been wondering about. He pressed on it and slowly slid his finger down the knot. He closed his eyes and quietly felt the sensation on his fingertips.
Time passed. The air was still.
Thewis was getting impatient, but he couldn't say anything in front of Mister Phantom.
White Bear, on the other hand, took out his staff and tried to make a prophecy … However, fate seemed to have abandoned him once again. He received no news at all.
Before Thewis could ask more questions, Angor suddenly said, "I'm right. It's a rune."
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