"But ......," Magellan said, taking the half-remaining clay pot from the countess and placing it on the side of the room where the artifacts were kept, "what would it be if it wasn't for a lapse in time?"

"You know something about the essence, but you ignore some of the most basic things," the countess smiled and turned off the machine on the table, the gathered essence dissipated in an instant, for a moment, Magellan seemed to see the countess being affected, but it was just an illusion, she was safe and sound, "The essence can do anything, it can't turn back time, but it can make things happen that are completely indistinguishable from going back in time." ”

"It's ......"

It's incredible, beyond imagination is the patent of the essence, Magellan just needs a little time to accept it.

"So, the conclusion?"

"A powerful magic, or rather, divine power," the countess removed a stone from a shelf on one side of the room, "It's not certain if this is a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement, everything will change back to a certain state after entering the high concentration of essences. ”

The Countess removed a failed magic gem from the closed machine and replaced it with a new one, then turned on the machine, holding the stone in her right hand and reaching into the gathered essence.

It gave Magellan a painful hallucination, he didn't know how the countess did it, and for most people, the result of this was that their hands were eroded by the essence and turned into nothing.

But such a terrible thing did not happen to the countess, she was safe and sound, and the stone in her hand was transformed into a cut square stone brick.

"That particular state......," said the countess, crushing the stone bricks, and turning off the machine, "it seems likely that at the moment the essence dissipated, and the state in which the things were in it." ”

The gravel in the countess's hand did not change as the essence left, and then she turned on the machine again, this time the gravel still did not respond.

"It's much easier to understand that way......" Magellan sighed, "So, we need to put everything into the essence......"

Magellan didn't continue, he didn't know if his worries were unnecessary.

"In that case, I wouldn't be bankrupt, but if I wanted to continue employing Pico, I would have to go into debt. The Countess smiled, seemingly completely unconcerned about the huge amount of magic gems that had been consumed in just a few days, "What's more, your machine simply can't support such a high-intensity and long-term work." ”

Magellan laughed suddenly, he couldn't find a reason, but suddenly felt that the countess must have thought of a way: "What to do?"

"Resurrect Isitar. ”

......

The sandstorm is unleashing its power, the big ship is not moving on the sand, and the sound of the wind and sand scraping against the metal outer wall is endless.

In the cabin, Magellan is sorting through all the artifacts they have found.

It's hard to say if there is one of those inconspicuous things that hides Isitar in them, but considering that trying to use Magellan's Essence Enhancer one by one will consume all of the countess's reserves of magic gems, they finally chose to use a rougher and cheaper way to discern it.

Magellan held a simple essence cutter in his hand, which could reproduce a high concentration of essence on a fairly small scale, and was usually used to cut hard objects such as various gemstones, and was now used as an impromptu cameo for the role of essence gatherer.

The vast majority of the artefacts, including the clay pots and the stones on the temple, were surprisingly unresponsive to the intense light of the cutter, while the few that were split in two were artifacts that did not belong to that era.

As for Isitar, who the countess envisioned to absorb the essence and slowly change, of course, did not appear at all.

The sound of a sandstorm outside the window seems to never change.

The sound was unsettling at first, but gradually, it became less terrifying.

Dantes was right next to Magellan, watering her precious biological samples with essence potions.

Her theory gradually improved, and the direction gradually became clearer, turning to the part of the essence on biological forms, and making a specific experimental plan.

As the most important part of the experiment, the solution to speed up the biological effects of the essence took Dantès a lot of time, and in the end, with the help of the countess, she chose the current elixir.

The subsequent experiments became dull, and if we ignored the preciousness of these samples and the high cost of the potions, now Dantès's experiments were like watering flowers at a leisurely pace every day.

"Will we succeed?"

Magellan smiled and put down the clay pot in his hand and picked up the stone on the shelf next to him: "I don't know, no one knows." ”

"Amazing, isn't it?" Dontès didn't seem to want to talk about something specific, she just wanted to say something, "Essences, things that flow forever, but are limited by potions, what makes them quiet?"

"Living beings themselves have the power to fix everything," Magellan smiled and turned to look at the pot of flowers in front of Dantès, a dark green plant with a small but bright red flower, "They solidify all energy, and perhaps that energy contains the essence." ”

"Legendary magical plants, right?" said Dantès, like a child remembering a bedtime story, "witches always rely on magical herbs to perform their magic. ”

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Magellan lowered his head and looked at the flower, except for the color, it was lackluster, but it was undeniable that just that dazzling color was enough, "Many people don't think so, in fact, if what the story says is true, herbs, like magic gems, are naturally occurring essence stores. ”

"And how does the essence affect the magic gem?"

Magellan smiled.

The world seemed to shrink in a wonderful way, and that little problem took over the vast majority of the whole world.

"Sorry to bother you," said the countess, standing at the top of the staircase upward, her voice coming from the darkness, "Professor Magellan, come and see this. ”

The world has gotten bigger, and now, the vast majority of it is the sound of sandstorms.

"What?"

Magellan nodded to Dantès, and walked up the stairs.

Through a hatch, Magellan entered the captain's quarters, where the countess was waiting for him, beside Helen, a magical phantom.

"What's that?"

Magellan exclaimed, almost involuntarily.

In the shadow are the ruins buried under the sea of sand, but underneath the ruins, there is something suspicious.

It was the minaret of a certain building, ornate, ostentatious, and dilapidated.