"Old Phil, cut your finger, I need you to smear your blood on this bottle." Liszt said in an indisputable tone. Philip was already dead, and it was unknown how many natives of the Dodo Island were left. The old leathersmith before him was probably one of them.
As for whether he had the bloodline of the "Descendants of the Sun", he did not know.
He could only give it a try.
Although the old leathersmith did not understand, he had to do as the Sir Lord commanded. He pricked his finger with a needle, squeezed out his blood, and smeared it on the beautiful golden bottle.
Liszt had already cast Magic Eyes.
He stared intently at the metal bottle.
The moment the blood came into contact with the metal bottle, his whirlpool-like pupils suddenly widened, because he saw a magical scene. As if touched by the blood, faint magic power gushed out of the metal bottle and spread along the engraved patterns, quickly outlining the lines of a sun, a tree, a bow and arrow, a zither, an eagle, and a bear.
A man made of lines emerged from the bottle, picked up the bow and arrow, and shot an arrow at the sun.
A woman made of lines emerged from the bottle, picked up the zither, and gently played it under the tree.
The eagle landed on the man's shoulder, the bear snuggled up to the woman, and the magic lines on the bottle were vivid and lively.
Suddenly, the sun with the arrow on it fell, and a well made of lines appeared, spurting a fountain straight to the mouth of the bottle.
* Crack! *
A crisp sound echoed.
All the lines made of magic power dissipated, and no trace of magic power could be seen on the metal bottle. The mouth of the bottle, which was originally seamless, unexpectedly cracked. Liszt gently pulled it out with his hand, and the bottle cap fell off. He shook the mouth of the metal bottle downward, and something rolled up into a small stick fell out.
It was a very fine, light parchment. Liszt unfolded the parchment.
Impressively, there was a line of drawings of little people on it. No, to be precise, it should be a line of Sun characters. Liszt had an impression of these drawings of little people, but he could not make out what they meant.
There were many puzzles in his mind waiting to be solved.
On the surface, he was not the least bit anxious. He rolled up the parchment and glanced at the old leathersmith: "Old Phil, are you related to Philip?"
"I don't know, Sir Lord. Perhaps, Philip said that we are all exiled sinners."
In fact, they should be related.
Looking at the old leathersmith's stooped figure and aged expression, Liszt felt that he should complete the last mission issued by the Smoke. At the very least, he should give the old leathersmith a son, or at the very least, he should form a contract with Jesse. Regardless of whether it was from a moral point of view or if it was to help the mission, what should he do?
"Phil, what do you think of Jesse?"
"Jesse is a very good boy. He always comes to help me with things, diving, sweeping … Thanks to him, the cobbler's shop smells so much better."
"Jessie is an orphan, you know?"
"I know."
"Have you ever thought that the two of you could form a contract as father and son?"
"What, this …" The old leatherworker was obviously a little alarmed, "Jesse is a servant of the castle, and I am just an old leatherworker. He has the means to live a better life, and I don't want to burden him. Sir Lord, Jesse is a sensible child. He likes his work in the castle and is very hardworking. I will ask him not to come here again so as not to delay his work. "
He thought that his relationship with Jesse had made the Sir Lord unhappy.
"You misunderstand, I have no intention of blaming Jesse, it is just a suggestion." Liszt suddenly felt that doing this was a bit unfitting of his status as a noble. Why would the Lord care about the trivial matters of commoners?
He got up and was about to leave the cobbler's shop, saying: "You decide this matter yourselves, I will hand it over to Mr. Carter to preside over."
Success or failure, it was just a suggestion.
After returning to the castle, he casually spoke to Carter, then directly put aside these chores and began to devote himself to translating the notes from the floating bottle.
Comparing the "Diary of a Descendant of Philip Sun", he found the corresponding meanings of the little figures one by one.
Soon, he had finished translating the note.
"The tower has collapsed, the Tree City is burning, XX has perished, the Child of the Sun will rise with the flames, the children of the outside world, you are free."
Among them, "XX" was a group of Sun characters, but there was no corresponding explanation in the diary, and the style of the drawing was rather abstract. Liszt could not see its specific meaning, but he could roughly guess that it should represent the habitat of the Child of the Sun – perhaps it was a country, perhaps it was a continent.
In other words, the floating bottle had brought bad news.
"The Child of the Sun, which country's aristocracy calls itself that?" Liszt had read at least a hundred Knight novels, if not a thousand, but there was no record of the Child of the Sun.
Rubbing the parchment in his hand.
He suddenly felt that this country was probably not a mainland country: "The paper on the mainland is thick bast paper made of animal leather, which is not easy to preserve and is not convenient to write on. But the parchment in my hand does not seem to be made of animal leather, it is very thin. This technology has not yet appeared on the mainland. "
But apart from the mainland countries, the Grand Duchy of Sapphire was the first country to go to sea and establish a country.
Immediately.
Liszt thought of a possibility: "Is it possible that the Child of the Sun is not a human of this continent, but on the other side of the Aquamarine Sea?"
The east coast of Flower Town faced the Aquamarine Sea, and the other side of the Aquamarine Sea was the legendary Devil Sea. No one could sail in the Devil Sea.
The legend was not credible.
If this Otherworld was also a planet, then perhaps the so-called Devil's Sea was just a larger ocean than the sea on Earth.
On the other side of the ocean, there may be a continent.
There was an impassable ocean between the continents. Perhaps there was another continent where humans lived.
"Well, there is too little information to make any effective judgments. Let's assume that there is a continent on the other side, and there is a group of humans called the Child of the Sun." Liszt took back his distant thoughts. "For the time being, I don't have the ability to solve this mystery."
He put the metal floating bottle into the gem space, but he did not cap the bottle – in case it could not be opened.
The thin parchment was also put into the gem space, as well as the "Diary of a Descendant of the Sun of Philip".
"Now, it's time to shift our focus to the thorns worm!"
At the age of eight, the thorns sprite worm was unwilling to die of old age alone and wanted to fight with all its might. Liszt could feel that this thorns sprite sprite worm was indeed somewhat different from other sprite worms.
He arrived at the worm house, which was under the care of Carter, and saw the thorns sprite sprite sleeping soundly in a box – sprite worms could sleep 24 hours a day.
The faintly discernible spiritual connection allowed Liszt to understand his sprite worms at all times.
"Little guy, I can feel the lethargy in your body, and I can also feel your desire for evolution. Although I know that there is little hope for you to evolve, I am still willing to help you and do my best. Not for the Thorn Potion and the completion of the smoke mission. "
Liszt muttered to himself as he gently stroked the gray body of the thorn worm.
The thorns sprite worm seemed to have sensed the arrival of Liszt. It opened its sesame-sized eyes and turned to look at Liszt.
Among the seven sprite worms, it was the ugliest one. It was darker in color than the other sprite worms, and its body was more slender and its skin was harder. Sprite worms bred by woody plants such as shrubs and trees would always appear rougher than sprite worms bred by herbaceous plants.
Its black eyes were indiscernible.
However, Liszt could feel that the thorns sprite worm was close and docile to him.
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