"Elves are always weird."
Jenkins muttered to the side, looked at the beautiful foliage-like letters for a while, and then pointed to them with his finger:
"I think, I understand. In the elf language, the word "gift" also means "open". The word "gift" is very similar to the pronunciation of "windmill chrysanthemum". "Sylph" is an ancient spell The wind element in cognition. Therefore, this sentence can also be understood in this way.”
As he said that, he picked up the paper on the desk, and skillfully wrote another sentence in that beautiful elf script, even though he had never used such script before:
"The secret to unlocking the Qi element lies in the windmill chrysanthemum."
He read as he wrote, so that others in the study could also understand the meaning of the string of words.
"It's really interesting."
Jenkins snapped the expensive pen back on the table, stopping Chocolate from attacking the desk.
"This is a secret phrase. From what I understand, it means that we need windmills."
After explaining, both Jenkins and Alexia looked at Miss Stuart, and she quickly told Julia to look for it. But it was late at night in the middle of winter (for Ruen, it was the end of winter for Nolan), and it took Julia half an hour to knock on the door with a flower pot in her arms.
Jenkins took the flowerpot and put it on the table, and then, under the expectant eyes of everyone, held the box close to the petals of the plant. But nothing happened here other than the meowing of the cat, which made Jenkins' actions look utterly stupid.
"Did I guess wrong?"
He has guessed:
"So, to bury in the dirt under the roots?"
"No, Jenkins, maybe you're overcomplicating things."
Alexia said softly, and asked the man to put down the box. She reached out and picked the most beautiful flower in full bloom, letting it slowly fall directly above the box, and at the same time said in Elvish script:
[To the love of my life, Sylph.]
She knew nothing of Old Elvish, but she knew Jenkins' pronunciation perfectly from memory alone.
It was the right thing to do, and as the sound fell, the bright yellow flowers just fell on the upper surface of the box. Golden lines immediately appeared on the body of the box, and as the light on those lines changed from weak to dazzling, and finally went out again, an inaudible "click~" sound resounded in the room.
"Alexia, you are indeed the smartest."
Jenkins was not stingy with his praise, and the short lady smiled and took a step back to stand behind Jenkins.
The four people and one cat in the room were very curious about what was inside, but the cautious Jenkins told everyone to back off for safety. He tied the outer side of the lock with a silk thread, and then pulled it while hiding away, and the box lid was immediately lifted.
No poisonous needles are shot, no terrifying spirits or huge explosions occur, all is peaceful.
They gathered around the table again, and found that the inside of the metal box was a clay box.
"Um… "
Jenkins wanted to say "Yes," but he didn't want to waste time explaining why he said it.
This box also has a medium-intensity yellow aura, and it cannot be opened or destroyed. The surface of the soil is uneven and full of cracks. These cracks are like the hideous tattoos of sailors, and they gather together to wrap a string of weird runes.
"This is the language of ancient humans, which has been lost."
Alexia recognized the text, and added:
"I just happen to know these characters."
She looked so serious that neither Jenkins nor Miss Stuart dared disturb her.
There was silence in the room for a while, Jenkins could only hear Julia's breathing and chocolate licking her paws. It felt odd to him, but a part of his mind told him that it was best not to interrupt Alexia's thoughts.
"I see~"
The woman suddenly said that she took the paper from the desk just like Jenkins did just now, and then drew an unrecognizable shape.
"It's a secret language, very interesting. But I've figured it out, yes!"
She simply outlined the shape, and then muttered the shadows with a pencil at the designated position in the drawing. Finally, he picked up the paper and turned it over to the back, looked at the gas lamp on the wall for a while, and said the result in a joyful tone:
"Unlocking the mystery of the earth element lies in the flame blood rose."
Flaming blood rose is a very high-end ornamental plant, so named because the color of rose petals resembles the combination of flames and blood. The price of this kind of flower is scary, but thanks to its beautiful appearance and preciousness (the main reason), it is the best gift to express love to girls.
But no matter how precious it is, this is the royal palace of one of the three major kingdoms in the human world after all. It is much easier to find this kind of flower than to find the windmill chrysanthemum.
After the clay box was opened, there was, as expected, another box that was one size smaller. This time the material was wooden, and the language on it was undecipherable to anyone... except chocolate.
Only Alexia barely recognized that this was a variant of the ancient dragon language, which was lost as early as the 15th century, and now only scattered ancient stone tablets still have such a language.
"Well, it looks like it's time for the baptism. I have to go see that Nieder Holgen."
This is the only way Jenkins can think of.
This night's party lasted until the early morning. Miss Stuart looked like she was still thinking about it, and wanted to talk to Jenkins about the banking industry. But it was too late, she still had social activities that she couldn't avoid tomorrow, so under Julia's urging, she had to let Jenkins leave.
After returning home in Nolan City, Jenkins hugged the cat and stared at the flames jumping in the fireplace in a daze. It took about five minutes for Alexia's figure to appear on the small sofa.
"Do you need me to come back? The current situation is very dangerous. I think you will probably need me."
She asked very directly.
"Even doing the steam train, I think I'll be in Norland by this time next week."
"No, things aren't that bad."
Jenkins shook his head and rejected the proposal, he was unwilling to let Alexia return to this dangerous city again. Even though Alexia is already a demigod, what happens here still threatens her. Besides, things haven't reached the most dangerous point yet.
"Although that sword is terrifying, the current sword bearer is far less dangerous than the one thirty years ago. Alexia, just do your own thing well in Loen. You don't need to come back, and I will be safe. of."