"Old Phil, cut your fingers, I need you to smear blood on this bottle. Liszt said undoubtedly, Philip was dead, and the natives of Dudu Island did not know how many were left, and the old leatherman in front of him was probably one of them.

As for whether there is a bloodline of the "descendants of the sun", he does not know.

You can only try it first.

The old cobbler did not know why, but he had to do as the lord commanded. Pierced his fingers with a needle, squeezed out the blood, and smeared it on top of the beautiful golden bottle.

Liszt has cast the Eye of Magic.

Keep an eye on the metal drifting bottle.

The moment the blood touched the metal bottle, his swirling pupils suddenly dilated, because he saw a magical scene - as if touched by blood, the metal bottle gushed out a faint magic power, expanding along the carved patterns on it, quickly outlining the lines of the sun, the tree, the bow and arrow, the harp, the eagle and the bear.

A man of lines, emerging from the bottle, picks up a bow and arrows and shoots arrows at the sun.

A woman with lines emerges from the bottle, picks up the piano and plays it softly under the tree.

The eagle landed on the man's shoulder, the bear snuggled up to the woman, and the magic line pattern on the bottle body was vivid and lively.

The sun with its arrows fell, and a well of lines appeared, spewing out a fountain that rushed to the mouth of the bottle.

Smack!

There was a crunch.

The lines composed of all the magic power dissipated, and there was no trace of magic on the metal bottle, and the mouth of the bottle, which had no gaps, actually cracked. Liszt gently pulled it out with his hand, and the cap fell off. He shook the metal bottle face down, falling out and curling it into a small stick.

It is a very delicate, light vellum paper, and Liszt unfolds it.

There's a line of villain drawings on it—no, to be exact, it's a line of sun. Liszt had an impression of these figurines, but could not tell what they meant.

There are many mysteries waiting to be solved.

On the surface, he was not in any hurry, rolled up the leather paper, and glanced at the old leathermian: "Old Phil, are you related to Philip?"

"I don't know, my lord, maybe, Philip said, what kind of exiled sinners we are. ”

In fact, they are supposed to be relatives.

Looking at the old cobbler's rickety figure and old expression, Liszt felt that he should complete the last task released by the smoke - at least he should give the old cobbler a son, or at least he should promote him and Jesse to form a contract father and son. Whether it is morally or for the help of the task, what to do.

"Old Phil, what do you think of Jesse?"

"Jesse is a nice kid and he always comes to help me with things, diving, sweeping...... Thanks to him, the cobbler's shop smells much better. ”

"Jesse is an orphan, you know?"

"I know. ”

"Have you ever thought that the two of you could form a contract father and son? ”

"What, this ......," the old cobbler was visibly a little alarmed, "Jesse is a servant of the castle, and I am just an old cobbler, he has the conditions to live better, and I don't want to drag him down." Lord Lord, Jesse is a sensible child, he loves to work in the castle and works hard, I will ask him not to come to me again, so as not to delay his work. ”

He thought that his relationship with Jesse had upset the lord.

"You misunderstood, I didn't blame Jesse, just an offer. Liszt suddenly felt that doing this by himself was a bit out of line with his aristocratic status, and it was no trivial matter for the lord to care about the trivial affairs of the commoners.

He got up to leave the cobbler's shop, and said, "You decide this matter for yourselves, and I will leave it to Mr. Carter." ”

Whether it succeeds or not, it's just a proposal.

After returning to the castle, after casually talking to Carter, he put aside these chores and began to devote himself to translating the notes of the drifting bottle.

Referring to "The Diary of Philip Descendants of the Sun", he found out the meaning of the villain painting one by one.

Soon, the note was translated.

"The tower has fallen, the tree city has burned, XX has perished, the child of the sun will rise into the sky with the flames, and the children who have been left behind, you are free. ”

Among them, "XX" is a group of solar texts, but there is no corresponding explanation in the diary, and the painting style is relatively abstract, Liszt can't see its specific meaning, but it can be roughly guessed that it should represent the habitat of the son of the sun - maybe a country, maybe a continent.

In other words, the Drifting Bottle brings bad news.

"The son of the sun, which country's nobles call themselves?" Liszt has read a hundred knightly novels, if not a thousand, but there is no record of the son of the sun.

Rubbing the vellum in your hand.

He suddenly felt that the country was probably not a continental country: "The paper on the continent is made of thick skin paper made of animal leather, which is not easy to preserve, and it is not easy to write. But the leather paper in my hand doesn't seem to be made of animal leather, it's very light and thin, and this technology hasn't appeared in the mainland yet. ”

But in addition to the continental state, the Grand Duchy of Sapphire was the first country to go to sea to establish a state.

Forthwith.

Liszt thought of a possibility: "Could it be that the children of the sun are not human beings on this continent, but on the other side of the blue sea?"

The east coast of Flower Town faces the Blue Sea, and on the opposite side of the Blue Sea is the legendary Devil's Sea, where no one can sail.

The legends are not credible.

If this other world is also a planet, then referring to the earth, perhaps the so-called Devil's Sea is just an ocean bigger than the sea.

On the other side of the ocean, there may be another continent.

There is an impenetrable ocean between continents, and perhaps another continent is also inhabited by human beings.

"Well, there's too little information to make any valid judgments, let's just think there's a continent on the other side and a group of humans called the Children of the Sun. Liszt retracted his thoughts that were too far away, "For me, I am not in a position to solve this mystery full of doubts for the time being. ”

He tucked the metal drifter bottle into the gem space, but didn't close the cap on it—to prevent it from opening.

The light vellum is also stored in the gem space, as well as this "Diary of Philip Sun Descendant".

"Now, it's time to shift your focus to the Thorn Worm!"

The eight-year-old thorn insect is unwilling to die of old age in loneliness and wants to fight hard. Liszt could feel that this thorn worm was indeed a little different from the other elven worms.

He goes to the worm house that Carter is tending to and sees the thorn worm sleeping in the box, the elven worm can sleep 24 hours a day.

There is a spiritual connection, so that Liszt knows his elven worms all the time.

"Little one, I can feel the twilight in you, and I can feel your thirst for evolution. Even though I know that there is little hope of your evolution, I am still willing to help you and do my best. Instead of for the sake of potions thorns, and to complete the smoke quest. ”

Gently stroking the gray-white body of the thorn insect, Liszt muttered to himself.

As if sensing Liszt's arrival, the thorn worm opened his eyes the size of small black sesame seeds and turned his head to look at Liszt.

Of the seven elven insects, it is the ugliest one, darker than the other elven insects, and it also has a more slender body and harder skin - the elven insects bred by woody plants such as shrubs and trees will always appear rougher than the elven insects bred by herbaceous plants.

Black eyes, no eyes.

But Liszt could feel the closeness and docility of the thorn worm to him.

"I have instructed Galtai to stop supplying the recent compost to the tuns, and that as long as your cordyceps can be absorbed, they will be prioritized for your use. ”