Little Sam hesitated for a moment, then, under the signal from Angel’s eyes, nodded and used a smear of blood to open the locked deerskin iron box.
When the iron box was opened, the contents were revealed in front of them.
There were only three items in total.
Two differently styled bottles, and a piece of parchment pressed underneath them.
Little Sam hesitated for a moment, then took out the bottle that appeared transparent first. This bottle had a very beautiful curve, like the torso of an elegant maiden.
At first glance, the bottle seemed transparent, but upon closer inspection, one could see tiny colorless threads inside, like lines drawn with a special engraving pen. These lines were intricate and beautiful, carrying a sense of mystery.
The liquid inside was thick and black, and if observed carefully, it resembled a dark vortex in deep space, as if it could suck one’s soul away.
Such an exquisite bottle contained a dense liquid that seemed like mud? What exactly were these liquids?
Just as Little Sam was filled with doubt, Angel’s voice came to his ear.
"This bottle is a specially made bloodline bottle. The price of the bottle alone is no less than a hundred magic crystals."
"Bloodline bottle? Magic crystals?" Little Sam looked at Angel with confusion.
"Magic crystals are a currency circulated among wizards. Its value is very hard to measure with mundane things... If forced to convert it, one magic crystal would at least equal hundreds of pure gold coins, but that’s just a comparison. In reality, it’s very difficult to exchange." Angel: "As for the bloodline bottle, as the name implies, it’s a magic bottle for containing bloodlines."
Little Sam was shocked. A single bottle was worth tens of thousands of gold coins? Does that mean this one bottle alone could buy Star Lake Castle?
Moreover, with such an expensive bottle, the liquid inside must be at least ten to a hundred times the price of the bottle!
Soon, Little Sam confirmed his suspicion through Angel’s words.
"The most valuable thing in this box is probably what’s inside this bottle. The bloodlines contained in a bloodline bottle are usually purified and can be directly integrated into oneself. And such purified bloodlines are not less than a thousand magic crystals; some rare bloodlines start bidding at ten thousand magic crystals at auction."
A thousand magic crystals?! Originally, Little Sam didn’t feel much about the bottle in his hand, but now, he felt a bit shaky.
He carefully placed the bottle back into the box, afraid of bumping it.
Little Sam gazed deeply at this bloodline bottle for a long time, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, saying, "This bloodline bottle should be given to Mr. Pat. With such a precious item, given my current situation... holding onto it would bring disaster rather than luck."
Even if Little Sam had enough social status, this bloodline bottle might not be good for him. Once exposed, it would be coveted. Moreover, Little Sam was currently reduced to slave status.
Angel waved his hand: "This thing is of no use to me. It was left for you by Queen Rowling. I can feel that the bloodlines inside are perfectly compatible with you, and it should have been a gift left by Queen Rowling for a suitable descendant."
If the bloodline were any other kind, for Little Sam’s sake, Angel might have really taken it away.
But the aura inside this bloodline was very compatible with Little Sam. Indeed, when Little Sam held the bloodline bottle, there were signs of the bloodline stirring inside. This showed that it was something Queen Rowling left for her kin, and only the descendants of Saint Sem could use it.
"Is this meant for a suitable descendant? Then... can I use it?" Little Sam’s face was filled with confusion.
"This is meant for the descendants of the Saint Sem family. It’s no use to others. However, in order to use it, you might find it difficult at present."
Generally speaking, even a wizard on the bloodline path needs to at least reach the late stage of a junior apprentice or a second-level apprentice to withstand the bloodline.
Moreover, Little Sam was not yet a wizard apprentice.
However, since it was left to a suitable descendant of the Saint Sem family, perhaps it could lower the threshold for integrating the bloodline. Maybe when Little Sam reaches adulthood, he will be vigorous enough to bear this bloodline.
Upon hearing this, Little Sam said nothing but placed the bloodline bottle aside and took out the second bottle from inside.
Though called a bottle, it was more like an iron flask with a cap. It was just smaller than a flask and designed to resemble a bottle.
The shape was rough, not delicate at all.
Little Sam looked at it for a long time but found no useful information on this bottle. He dared not unscrew the sealed cap and could only hand it over to Angel, asking: "Mr. Pat, do you know what’s inside this bottle?"
Angel did not discover what this bottle was during his previous sensing. When Little Sam handed it over, he carefully observed it again and finally noticed a concealed transcendent symbol on the cap.
A night-blooming flower whose petals leaned to the right.
This symbol, much like the emblem Angel had added to his own alchemy works, represented the identity of the alchemist.
And this right-leaning night-blooming flower represented a witch named Windsor.
Or rather, the Windsor school of witches.
Windsor was an alchemist in potionology, and what she excelled in was Witch’s Soup. The Windsor Witch Soup, created and named by her, was her particular style.
The most famous Witch’s Soup from the Windsor school was the Windsor Umbrella-style Witch’s Brew. A high-order potion, it was considered the best treatment for destructive spiritual power injuries. Whenever someone refined it, it would be wildly sought after.
Since the symbol of Windsor was on the cap, it meant that what was inside was likely a Witch’s Soup of the Windsor school.
But to know precisely which kind, it would need to be opened.
Witch’s Soup, unlike ordinary potions, had very limited effect volatilization even when exposed. So, Angel didn’t hesitate and directly unscrewed the cap.
The bottle was specially made, capable of preventing the Witch’s Soup from deteriorating over time. But even so, after so many years, the Witch’s Soup inside had already solidified into clumps. Fortunately, the effect had not deteriorated much and could still be consumed after heating.
However, if left for several more decades, the Witch’s Soup might genuinely spoil.
After smelling the scent inside and identifying the Witch’s Soup inside with the Eye of Nalda,
Angel had already determined what this Witch’s Soup was.
"I initially thought the bloodline bottle might be the most valuable, but now it seems what’s inside this bottle is no weaker than the bloodline within the bloodline bottle." Angel remarked with emotion.
Little Sam: "In that case, I will give it to you first..."
Angel shook his head, interrupting Little Sam: "Although the item inside is valuable, it’s still of no use to me."
"What’s inside is the Windsor Dual-Spiral Witch’s Brew."