"What is the Moon of Flowing Fire?"
This was the first question Jenkins had after translating this message. He knew that the months corresponding to the twelve righteous gods had very elegant nicknames. [Sun and Moon of Recovery], [Earth and Moon of Blossoms], [Ocean and Moon of Showers], [Hidden Moon and Moon of Red Rose], [Starry Sky and Moon of Long Night], [Hermit and Moon of Thunder ], [Skillful Craftsman and the Moon of Rain], [God of War and the Moon of Falling Leaves], [The Sage and the Moon of Harvest], [The Traveler and the Moon of Frost's Fall], and [The End of the World and the Moon of Falling Snow], but there is nothing The [Moon of Flowing Fire] just translated.
"It's also the first time I've heard of this title. It probably has something to do with the changes of the righteous gods. Aren't you researching this recently? Maybe you can ask your professor friend, I think he should have a clue."
Alexia hinted.
Jenkins nodded, thinking that tonight was Tuesday night, there happened to be a party of Mr. Corpse, and he could also see the professor who hadn't seen him for half a month, so he could ask him this question.
There is not much doubt about the metal plate in the altar. Although no information has been provided, at least it will still have great archaeological value after it is taken out.
Both Jenkins and Alexia were curious about what the writer of the slate left behind for those who came after them, and then searched around in the narrow secret room. Except for a small amount of gold with low purity, they only found a pendant hanging on the wall. A leather case with a metal rod wrapped in a sealed wooden tube.
I don't know what kind of wood the wooden tube is made of, but it hasn't completely rotted after nearly ten thousand years. Jenkins handed over the metal rods to Alexia for identification, and he played with the wood that was about to break.
"Meow~"
The cat, which had never had a sense of existence, suddenly poked its head out of the clothes, sniffed around with its small nose, and finally stared at the rotten wood in Jenkins' hand.
"You don't even eat wood now, do you?"
Jenkins teased.
Chocolat felt despised, so she hid back in her clothes. The taste of the rotten wood itself is not very good, there is no need to be underestimated by Jenkins for those things.
"It's really amazing, feel it."
Alexia said on the side, interrupting Jenkins' action of injecting the spirit of life into the rotten wood.
"What's wrong?"
He took out the metal rod through the rotten leather case, and later found that although the metal rod looked smooth, the surface was actually covered with tiny runes that could not even be distinguished by the naked eye.
These runes cannot be seen without touching them. Only when a little spirit is injected, will they be displayed with a slight floodlight, and the more spirit is injected, the greater the brightness will be.
"What's this?"
Jenkins asked curiously.
"I don't know, but I know that this leather case should be made of dragon skin. This is really rare. Although it is rotten, the complete part is taken out, and the area is quite amazing."
As Alexia said, she tapped the rotten wood in Jenkins' hands with her fingers:
"Since holsters and metals aren't commonplace, I suppose wood must be a good thing too, but we don't recognize them."
She was right. Next, when Jenkins used [Essence of Life] to infuse vitality, the wood recovered almost instantly, as if it was in a state of suspended animation.
If Jenkins hadn't touched a dagger made of World Tree branches, he would even suspect that it was also a World Tree material. Although this is not that kind of noble wood, it is also of extraordinary origin. He guessed that the old elf should be able to recognize it.
"So the person who left these things probably wanted to use this metal rod as a weapon for future generations to fight against the outer cube, but he didn't seem to have left an instruction manual."
Jenkins pointed the metal rod at the exit of the secret room and made a movement of pulling the trigger. Alexia was a little helpless at his childish action.
"Probably inject all the energy into the spirit, and you can see the effect after it is stimulated, but in this weird environment, this is obviously not a good idea. Let's go, I think we can send these things to the Church of the Sages, and things here can be handed over." Let them solve it, but... where is the magical item that the little fairy said can increase your bubbles?"
Alexia has not forgotten the purpose of the two of them coming here, but there is no new discovery after searching again. So Jenkins suspected that the goblin was referring to the harvest after defeating the sealed cube. If this was the case, he might have to lower his trust level for the goblin to the same level as the elf.
"Meow~"
The cat was lifted from Jenkins' arms, and the man grabbed it under the front paws with both hands. It was very dissatisfied with Jenkins' good idea, but after hearing that he wanted to find something by himself, he still pretended to poke his head and sniff around.
"Chocolate has a sensitive nose."
Jenkins did not forget to explain to Alexia.
"Oh, I guessed it."
The short lady looked at the cat and whispered.
The chocolate finally lived up to expectations and smelled an unusual smell. Under its guidance, Jenkins dug out the brick under the alloy plate, and when he dug up the black soil below, he found a brown tree root-like thing buried there. .
But this is obviously not a tree root. After Jenkins' identification, this is not even a plant, but a condensate of extraordinary power similar to the [spiritual remains] he had used. After possessing the ectoplasmic remnants, the spirit will be passively increased. After eating this kind of thing, there will be a certain probability of getting blank bubbles.
This thing is not a numbered item, because it is an item that is condensed in a land rich in a single-type spirit. Once it leaves the soil or is observed by human senses, it will evaporate completely within half an hour.
Therefore, although the aura is powerful enough in Jenkins' eyes, it is not considered a numbered item by the church. Of course, this is also something that has a small probability of appearing in this kind of large-scale seal, and it is very common, but generally speaking, the appearance of this thing means...
"It means that the seal is about to expire or has already expired. Otherwise, the spirits of the sealed creatures cannot gather in a certain area for a long time."
After saying this, Jenkins suddenly had a bad feeling.
The two quickly left the secret room of the altar, and then saw that the snow field outside was once again distorted by the illusion into the city of the past. But when it was lifted into the air again, there was no such phenomenon that the illusion became weaker as it flew higher.
"This is a trap..."
Jenkins' complexion was a little ugly. The cube failed to break free from the seal, but it already had the ability to affect this special space. The weakness he showed just now was obviously trying to induce the two of them to go deep into the space.