It was a box of seeds shaped like fava beans, but they were certainly not fava beans because of their gorgeous colors. There were black, white, red, yellow, purple, green, blue, gray … All of them were monochromatic, but the colors were different, and there were many more colors than the rainbow.
Some of the seeds could be observed with Magic Eyes. The magic power of chaos had no color attribute.
But most of the seeds did not have magic light.
"These should be the seeds of the same kind of plant. The ones with magic power are potion seeds, and the ones without magic power are ordinary seeds?" Liszt swallowed and quickly denied this judgment. "No, the same green fava beans, some have magic power, some have no magic power, and the other colors are the same."
Fava beans of the same color should be the same kind, but they showed two forms of magic power and no magic power.
Moreover, the magic power of the fava beans was not the same, and even Liszt found that the magic power of several fava beans was almost invisible.
"These … are probably because they have been stored for too long, and the magic power has been lost, resulting in their current appearance? Does this mean that these fava beans were once potion seeds? " Thinking of this, his heart was even more fiery. With so many kinds of potions, he was simply going to make a fortune.
However, he quickly furrowed his brows.
"There are potion seeds, but I don't have the relevant sprites. How can I plant them?"
The growth of potions was inseparable from the influence of the worm stalk. Once separated from the worm stalk, the potion would soon lose its magic power and return to ordinary plants. This box of potion seeds was very obvious. They were not any of the plants known to Liszt, and naturally there was no corresponding sprite worm.
Therefore, the idea of planting potions was just a dream.
It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to toe.
His heart was cold.
"Am I rejoicing for nothing?" He was stunned for a moment, but soon regained his composure. There were still twelve boxes left, which could be examined slowly.
Maybe there were sprite worms behind … It seemed unlikely, sprite worms did not have such a long life span.
He opened the second box in the same way, and immediately put it into the gem space, and then examined it again. This box was also full of seeds, but it was a kind of oblate seed. Golden yellow, the size of a pinky nail, it was also a potion seed.
Some had magic, some didn't.
The third box was filled with seeds, the fourth box was filled with seeds … all the way to the tenth box were filled with potion seeds. Each of the ten boxes contained different seeds, all of which Liszt had never seen before. Some were like beans, some were like grains, some were as big as a fist, and some were as small as sesame seeds.
With such a large number and complete variety of potion seeds, it should have been a joyous harvest.
But the more Liszt looked at it, the more he felt suffocated. Only the seeds were given, but not the elves. This was like seeing but not being able to eat. He was anxious!
There were only three boxes left.
With a solemn and stirring heart, he opened the first box. This time, the box did not contain potion seeds, but books. Books were neatly stacked vertically, and there were complicated characters on the spines of the books — he could tell at a glance that it was the Sun language.
He could even recognize quite a few words.
He hadn't read The Diary of a Descendant of the Phillip Sun for nothing.
"XXX Sun Tower XX Construction XX?" Liszt saw the title of one of the books. He couldn't recognize the Sun language, but he could guess the general idea. It seemed to be a book on how to build the Sun Tower. He then looked at the next book. "XXX Transformation XX Bear X …"
The next few books were similar in format. They were all "XXX Transformation XX Eagle X", "XXX Transformation XX Leopard X", "XXX Transformation XX XXXX" and so on.
Liszt didn't recognize many of the Sun language, so he could only guess. "The first, second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth books all seem to be about transformations. Could it be that the Sun's children can transform into bears, eagles, leopards, and so on?"
He pulled out one of the books titled "XXX Transformation XX Bear X". The book was well preserved and showed no signs of decay.
The cover was very soft and delicate, like some kind of leaf. The paper inside was also very thin, similar to the paper he found in the messenger bottle. On the first page, there was a beautiful colorful drawing. If not for the traces of lines, Liszt would have thought it was a photograph.
In the drawing was a huge bear with brown fur and huge fangs.
As he continued to flip the pages, it was densely packed with Sun language. At a glance, Liszt found that the Sun language he had learned from "The Diary of a Descendant of the Sun Philip" was not enough to support the content in the book at all. Indeed, he could recognize a few Sun language words, but he couldn't understand them at all.
"Dizzy, let's change to the next book."
The next book was "XXX Transformation XXXX". The first colorful drawing was of a dolphin, so the title of this book should be "XXX Transformation XX Dolphin X". The next book was a colorful drawing of a tree, a tree that could walk, so the title of this book should be "XXX Transformation XX Tree X".
The next book was a colorful drawing of a chubby bird that seemed to be unable to fly and walked on its feet. Liszt had never seen it before, so he couldn't be sure what it was called. He couldn't even find a comparable species. It had the posture of a penguin, but it looked like an oversized owl.
"Let's just call it Moonbeast. Anyway, it's just a translated name, so it doesn't matter if it's accurate or not."
So this book was called "XXX Transformation XX Moonbeast X". At this point, it could be learned that the transformation magic of the Sun's Child included six kinds of transformation: bear, leopard, eagle, dolphin, tree, and moonbeast.
"Transformation magic, which makes me think of the profession 'Druid.' It seems that in the notes left behind by Curtis Truth, there was mention of Druids, juxtaposing them with Mages, Liches, Alchemists, and so on. Perhaps the first three Sun words in the title mean 'Druid?' "
"'Druid Transformation XX Bear X'?"
The rest of the Sun language in the title couldn't be guessed no matter how hard he tried. He quickly put down the book and continued reading. But for the following books, he didn't recognize a single Sun word in the title, let alone guess what it meant.
…
The second to last box was still a book.
This made Liszt a little conflicted. He liked to read, but Sun language was a foreign language book, and with his vocabulary, he couldn't understand it at all.
He wasn't an archaeologist, who could spend a lot of time studying these books, summarizing, and determining the meaning of each Sun word.
So.
These books had the same effect on him as those potion seeds. They all seemed very precious, but in fact, they were useless.
"There's only one last box left. Don't tell me that this box still contains potion seeds or books." Liszt opened the last box uneasily.
Immediately.
The contents of the box came into view.
It wasn't potion seeds, nor was it a Sun book.
Instead, it was a golden scepter that had been broken in two. One was a metal rod carved with dense patterns, and the other was a decoration shaped like the sun that emitted a brilliant light. In the center of the radiant sun was a huge broken golden gem.
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