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#528 - How come he still has it?

Jenna hesitantly put down her little girl.

Although she was straightforward, she wasn't so dense that she couldn't understand such obvious implications.

If Czeska hadn't changed her decision, Jenna would have definitely thought the baron needed that kind of material.

But she actually changed it… Doesn't that prove that Czeska really didn't see anything?

In a fantasy world, being able to see things that others can't is definitely not a good thing.

Jenna tried hard to stare at that box of… strange object fragments?

But she couldn't even make out the silver color.

"Don't worry, Jenna."

Her expression changed too obviously, and Czeska couldn't pretend she didn't see it.

"These things all have special properties, and some, even the baron himself might not be able to see.

Cheryl is probably just naturally more sensitive to elements.

Heh… Maybe, in the end, she will follow…"

Czeska shook her head, not making her words too absolute.

But Jenna still understood.

Although she couldn't help but feel a few little bursts of excitement in her heart, the mother, who knew her daughter well, was still a little confused: "My girl is so naughty that I want to beat her three times a day, and that's only because I can only see her when it's time to eat.

How could she possibly be…"

Czeska paused for a moment, awkwardly pursed her lips, and suppressed the words that had reached her mouth: "A child's naughtiness is just because they have too much energy, and it can't be used to determine their talent."

Czeska found a thick cushion that could automatically raise and lower to match the height of a sitting person and placed it next to the little girl.

"And this big box, you can just throw the useless fragments over here."

As a standard northern girl, Cheryl was already four feet tall at the age of four.

Although this box, which reached her waist, was a bit big for her, it couldn't be considered deep.

Czeska just didn't want her to be too tired.

Cheryl gave her a bright smile and sat obediently on the cushion.

Czeska gestured to Jenna and led her to sit down at the small round table on the other side: "Let's wait here! Come on, Jenna, have a glass of water."

Jenna hesitated for a moment before sitting down and grasping the beautiful crystal glass.

‘Bang!’ Cheryl, with swift movements, flipped completely into the box.

Czeska quickly raised her head, and after confirming that the thick cushion she had placed next to the box was still in place, she said softly: "Cheryl, is the cushion uncomfortable?"

The little girl grabbed the edge of the box and stood up, scratching her hair with one hand, and giggled twice in a dark manner.

Her beautiful, smooth golden hair had turned into a nest of straw.

Jenna put down the crystal glass in her hand and took a deep breath: "Get out!"

"I'm already in!"

Cheryl retorted quickly, realizing that she had been exposed, and reached out to lift the cushion into the big box, using her foot to clear a space for herself, and sat down comfortably, "Okay!"

Jenna's eyes widened.

Czeska quickly grabbed her: "These aren't things that need careful protection, she can mess around as much as she wants."

These were all things that couldn't be broken even with a hammer.

Although a large box was used to hold them, there were only a hundred or so fragments inside, and many were only the size of a fingernail, so it was indeed hard work to rummage through them.

It was normal for Cheryl to do this.

Jenna breathed a slight sigh of relief as she watched Czeska's reaction.

Although the lord and Miss Czeska were always tolerant and even more caring towards children, they were… still the people who controlled the life and death of their family!

Even knowing that Czeska wouldn't do anything to them casually, Jenna was still worried.

She slowly sat back in her original position, looking at Cheryl in a slight daze… Maybe, what Miss Czeska said was true?

How wonderful it would be if her beloved daughter really had the talent of a mage!

---

Czeska stood by the window, watching the two figures, one large and one small, walking hand in hand towards the orchard.

Jenna was slightly bent over, and although the bouncy Cheryl was very active, she had never broken free from her mother's hand.

Czeska, leaning against the window, shook her head and smiled.

The reward she originally wanted to give Cheryl was rejected by Jenna.

That mother, who loved her daughter very much, requested that Czeska put the reward aside until after Cheryl participated in the awakening ceremony.

What a good mother.

The resources that Cheryl can use now are all common items.

That is to say, her parents can use them as well.

Cheryl is still a child, and the amount of these things she can use is greatly reduced.

Jenna believes that she and her husband will choose not to touch those treasures because of their love for Cheryl.

However, what about a year later, two years later?

Although she has resigned herself to only becoming a level nine attendant, no one knows whether they, the couple, will be tempted when they feel they have a chance.

In addition, they each have relatives, and among the relatives there are also children with fairly good talents… If they are not careful, the news spreads, and when well-meaning relatives come to ask, can they resist touching those seemingly plentiful resources?

Jenna herself couldn't guarantee it, so she simply didn't let these things pass through her hands.

If, as Czeska said, Cheryl has a guaranteed glorious future… then even if the resources are abundant, no one will touch her things.

Who would want to be remembered with resentment by a future powerhouse!

Czeska didn't really care about those past events anymore, and didn't have any pursuit of maternal love… but that didn't mean that she didn't feel anything in her heart when she felt these things.

At least, she would be very happy to see that there was a little girl who was happy.

Then, she turned around and stared seriously at the two small boxes.

Even now, Czeska can only see a silver, oh, possibly slightly bluish box.

It's not that her eyesight is bad, but that the fragments are too mixed and are shiny themselves, and the silver light will be reflected.

The blue is almost all the base color, and you have to look very carefully to understand it.

But Cheryl just looked down… This is talent!

Czeska shook her head, picked up the two small jewelry boxes on the table, and walked out of the alchemy room.

---

"Gray light?"

Lowry took the other small box in surprise and observed it carefully.

"Hmm… There is indeed some, but it's not obvious."

He quickly made a judgment, "Hiss… Gray… Space?

That's strange.

Did some god who excelled in space in the universe die and suddenly revive now?

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"Is it the god who died in that war?"

Czeska asked nervously.

Lowry doesn't hide many things from her, so Czeska knows many truths.

She certainly doesn't have a good impression of those gods who harmed this world, but what she is more afraid of is that someone will try to use Lowry's soul power to revive them.

"No."

Lowry shook his head, "This artifact, like that silver moon artifact, was created by a certain god, but given to others to use.

Silver Moon, there's no need to talk about her, although she was silent because of being broken, but these fragments have never died."

The reason why the Silver Moon fragments are so easy to use is because its true owner has always been alive and kicking.

Just like some long-circulated artifacts in Toril, such as the Ring of Winter, and the Ring of the Mystryl… The reason why they work no matter where they are placed is because the creator is always present.

The God of Mystryl cannot be called fallen, after all, he always has a divine soul existing in Toril, and even in other elven regions.

He just doesn't want to be found for some reason, and even more doesn't want to be used by returning to the elven pantheon.

"These gray ones… You can't see them, can you? Czeska."

Lowry raised his eyes and looked at her.

"Yeah!"

Czeska tried to look again, but in the end she could only shake her head, "I can't see any light at all.

This thing is dull and gray, where is the light?"

"Very dim light."

Lowry narrowed his eyes, "This is the chaos of a dead master.

And, the sense of decadence that only creators who have died and been resurrected have.

Although that person has been resurrected, this should be an artifact he made and gave to others.

If it is an artifact that was snatched away, then it will definitely have its original aura completely erased.

That kind of thing will not have such a reaction when the creator is resurrected… It's too weak, and too far away.

Even, that creator has long forgotten about this thing."

In that case, it is useless for the artifact to try to save itself.

Lowry reached out and fiddled with a few fragments in the jewelry box: "You said, that little girl named Cheryl saw these two kinds of light at a glance?"

"Yes, she even emphasized to me that it was silver-blue!"

Czeska laughed.

"High mental sensitivity, sensitive to space elements… Four years old?"

Lowry retracted his finger, "It seems that the gate of our world has slowly opened, no wonder they had to let Leon go back immediately."

"Lord Baron?"

Czeska looked at him with concern.

"Don't worry for the time being."

Lowry pointed to the Silver Moon box in front of him, "There is still time to make a few more bombs for Mom.

This door will have to be open for twenty years anyway.

Heh~ By the time Cheryl comes of age, things will probably be chaotic.

At that time, Leon should have secured his throne.

Our territory doesn't need to change anything."