Chapter 496: Druid Transforms into a Bear

This is a box of seeds shaped like broad beans, but they are definitely not broad beans because of their dazzling array of colors. There are black, white, red, yellow, purple, green, blue, gray... all solid colors, but each color is different, far more varied than the colors of a rainbow.

Some seeds can be observed with the Magic Eye to have faint, chaotic magic, without any color attributes.

But most seeds do not emit any magic aura.

"These should be seeds of the same type of plant. The ones with magic are Potion Seeds, and the ones without are ordinary seeds?" Liszt gulped, but quickly dismissed this idea, "No, that's not right. Among the green beans, some have magic, some don't, and the same goes for other colors."

Beans of the same color should be of the same type, yet they exhibit both magical and non-magical forms.

Moreover, the magic intensity in the magical beans varies. Liszt even noticed that the magic in a few beans is almost too faint to be seen.

"These... probably lost their magic due to being stored for too long, leading to their current condition? Does this mean these beans were once all Potion Seeds?" Thinking this, his excitement grew even more intense. With so many varieties of potions, this could lead to a fortune.

But quickly, his brow furrowed.

"I have Potion Seeds, but I don't have the corresponding spirit bugs. How can I cultivate them?"

The growth of potions is inseparable from the influence of spirit bugs. Once separated from spirit bugs, potions quickly lose their magic and revert to ordinary plants. This box of Potion Seeds is clearly not any plant Liszt knows of, and naturally, there are no corresponding spirit bugs.

Thus, the idea of cultivating potions is just a fantasy.

It felt like a cold wave washed over him from head to toe.

Felt a chill run through him.

"Was I just getting excited over nothing?" He paused for a moment, then quickly composed himself. There are still twelve more boxes to check.

Perhaps there are spirit bugs in the later ones... though it seems unlikely, as spirit bugs don't have such long lifespans.

He followed the same method, opening the second box, immediately storing it in the gem storage space, and then inspecting its contents. This box was also filled with seeds, but they were flat, round seeds. Golden yellow, about the size of a thumbnail, also Potion Seeds.

Some had magic, some didn't.

The third box contained seeds; the fourth box contained seeds... up to the tenth box, all were Potion Seeds. Each of these ten boxes contained different seeds, all of which Liszt had never seen before. Some looked like beans, some like grains, some as large as a fist, some as small as sesame seeds.

Such a large and diverse collection of Potion Seeds should have been a reason for overwhelming joy.

But Liszt felt more and more frustrated as he looked at them. To have the seeds but not the spirit bugs is like seeing food but not being able to eat it—frustrating beyond words!

There are still three boxes left.

With a heavy heart, he opened the first box. This time, the box no longer contained Potion Seeds, but books. Books neatly stacked, standing upright, with complex characters on their spines. He immediately recognized them as Sun Script.

He could even decipher quite a few characters.

After all, he hadn't read "Philip: Diary of the Descendant of the Sun" for nothing.

"xxx Sun Tower xx Construction xx?" Liszt saw the title of one of the books. Though he couldn't read all the Sun Script, he could infer the general meaning. It seemed to be a book about how to construct the Sun Tower. He then looked at the next book, "xxx Transformation xx Bear x..."

The following books were similar in style, such as "xxx Transformation xx Eagle x," "xxx Transformation xx Leopard x," "xxx Transformation xxxx," and so on.

Much of the Sun Script was unfamiliar to Liszt, and he could only guess: "These first, second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth books seem to all be about transformations. Could it be that the Children of the Sun can transform into bears, eagles, leopards, and the like?"

He pulled out one of the books, "xxx Transformation xx Bear x." The book was well-preserved, with no signs of decay.

The cover was soft and smooth, with a texture resembling a leaf. The pages inside were also very thin and light, similar to the note he once found in a message in a bottle. The first page had a beautifully colored illustration. If not for the line-drawn traces, Liszt might have mistaken it for a photograph.

The illustration depicted a massive bear with brown fur and large tusks.

Continuing to flip through the pages, the following sections were densely packed with the Children of the Sun script. At a glance, Liszt realized that the Children of the Sun script he had learned from "Philip: Diary of the Children of the Sun" was insufficient to comprehend the content. Indeed, he recognized a few characters, but when connected, he couldn't understand them at all.

"Feeling dizzy, let's move to the next book."

The next book was titled "xxx Transformation xxxx". The first colored illustration depicted a dolphin, so the title of this book should be "xxx Transformation xx Dolphin x". The next book had a colored illustration of a walking tree, hence it was called "xxx Transformation xx Tree x".

Following that, another book's colored illustration showed a plump, large bird that seemed unable to fly and walked upright. Liszt had never seen it before and couldn't determine its exact name. Unable to find a comparable species, it resembled a penguin in posture but looked like an overly bloated owl.

"Let's just call it an owlbird, after all, it's just a translated name, accuracy doesn't matter."

Thus, this book was named "xxx Transformation xx Owlbird x". From this, it was clear that the transformation magic of the Children of the Sun included turning into a bear, leopard, eagle, dolphin, tree, and owlbird.

"A transformation magic that reminds me of the profession 'Druids'. It seems that in the notes left by Curtis Truth, Druids were mentioned alongside magicians, liches, and alchemists. Perhaps the first three characters in the title mean 'Druids'?"

"Transformation of the Druids xx Bear x?"

The remaining characters in the title were impossible to guess, so he quickly put the book down and continued. However, in the following books, he didn't recognize a single character in many titles, let alone guess their meanings.

...

The second to last box still contained books.

This left Liszt somewhat conflicted; he loved reading, but the Children of the Sun script was a foreign language, and his vocabulary was insufficient to understand it.

He wasn't an archaeologist who could spend a lot of time researching these books, summarizing, and determining the meaning of each character.

Therefore.

These books were as useful to him as the Potion Seeds—seemingly very valuable, but in reality, utterly useless.

"Only the last box left, please don't tell me it's more Potion Seeds or books." Liszt anxiously opened the final box.

Instantly.

The contents of the box came into view.

It was neither Potion Seeds nor Children of the Sun script books.

But a scepter broken into two pieces, a golden scepter, one part a metal rod densely carved with patterns, the other a decoration resembling the sun radiating boundless magic aura. In the center of the radiant sun was embedded a shattered large golden gem.

Even in the gem space, where it couldn't be directly viewed with the naked eye, it still gave him the illusion of being "blinded by the magic aura."