V3: Chapter 29: Runes Not of This World
The team quickly dispersed, each person tense, beginning a meticulous search.
Inside the church, dim and quiet, every faint ray of light guided them into unknown territory.
A young magician, his wand gleaming, streaked the dust with light.
He moved slowly along one wall of the church, his fingers lightly tracing the surface of each stone, not missing a single possible clue. Suddenly, he stopped at a seemingly ordinary corner.
"Lord Tower Master, something's not right here," he whispered, crouching down and carefully brushing away the dust from the corner. As the dust settled, a hidden recess was revealed, inside which lay an ancient wooden box.
The box was covered in strange runes, seemingly containing some mysterious power.
The young magician's heart pounded. He carefully picked up the wooden box, feeling a strange sense of awe.
Upon hearing this, Octaville and the others immediately gathered around.
The runes on the wooden box possessed an ancient and mysterious charm. They were not simple lines or patterns, but hieroglyphs imbued with profound meaning. These runes were arranged in a staggered pattern on the surface of the box.
The runes varied in shape, and there seemed to be a subtle connection between them, forming a complex and mysterious symbolic system.
These runes gave people a feeling of both strangeness and familiarity. They emitted a faint glow, standing out conspicuously in the dim church.
"Tower Master, do you recognize this rune?"
Someone asked Octaville.
Octaville's expression turned solemn, and she shook her head.
“I don’t recognize it.”
The young magician hesitated for a moment, then placed his other hand on the box, intending to open it.
“Wait!”
Octaville pressed down on his hand.
“Let’s not open this box here; it’s dangerous. Let’s take it back to the Magic Tower. I’ll call Professor Prescott over, and we can open it then and study it together. Opening it now is too risky.”
Octaville reached out and took the box.
“Leave the box here with me; I will keep it safe.”
Octaville carefully put the box into her pocket.
“Let’s search again. If we find nothing else, we’ll return to the Magic Tower immediately.”
The group searched again, and Laura, growing bolder, joined the others in the search. After searching for about half an hour without finding anything, the group decided to return to the Magic Tower.
On the way…
Octaville had a feeling that there was something terrifying inside the box; holding it gave her an extremely severe sense of unease. So, for the two days of her journey, she didn't sleep a wink, staring intently at the box, wishing she could pop her eyes out.
Upon reaching the Magic Tower, Octaville finally felt relieved.
She handed the box to Hilary.
"Honey, don't open this box. Put it in my desk. Call a few more magicians, and we'll watch it together."
After saying this, she instructed the other magicians.
"Go to Professor Prescott's tavern and ask him to come over."
Nothing strange happened during this time; the box lay quietly on the table. If you didn't look at the complex and terrifying runes on it, the box seemed no different from an ordinary box.
Hilary glanced out the window.
"Shouldn't we call Liang Lin and Liang Di over?"
Octaville hesitated for a moment, then finally shook her head.
“Liang Di is pregnant right now, we can't let her come and come into contact with such dangerous things. Liang Lin can't either, she's taking care of Liang Di right now. If we tell her about this, Liang Di will definitely find out, and that child is so smart.”
“Let's tell her about this after Liang Di gives birth. There's no rush, it's only about four or five months, it shouldn't cause any major problems… Hopefully, things will be calmer in the next few months.”
Octaville's face showed a hint of melancholy as she said this.
“That's true,” Hilary sighed, “Telling Liang Di and Liang Lin now will only cause them more trouble, we really shouldn't tell them.”
As they were talking, the door opened.
Prescott arrived, looking travel-worn.
“Oh, long time no see, Octaville.”
Prescott's face was as amiable as ever.
“What trouble have you encountered this time? You thought of calling me over.”
After making a joke, his gaze involuntarily fell on the box on the table.
Before Octaville could speak, Prescott's smile vanished, his lips drooped, and his brows furrowed deeply.
He raised his hand, pointing to the small box on the table.
"Where did you get this? The runes on it are dangerous."
Octaville was startled and immediately took two steps forward, her eyes filled with hope and admiration.
"Teacher, do you recognize these runes? What's written on them? Can you tell me?"
"I don't recognize them."
Prescott shook his head decisively.
"But, I think I've seen them somewhere before…probably in a village that was slaughtered by tentacles. Back then, I thought these runes were particularly strange. But, after I came back, I consulted countless materials and books, but I couldn't find anything about these runes."
“Hiss~” Prescott gasped. “It’s as if these runes don’t belong to our world.”
Octaville couldn’t help but turn back to look at the small box on the table.
“Maybe these runes don’t belong to our world at all?”
She made a guess.
“Maybe it’s the language of those monsters. Since even we can’t find any books on it, it’s basically certain that this script doesn’t exist in this world.”
Now, everyone was in a dilemma.
“Teacher, what do you think? Should I open this box?”
Octaville placed her hand on the box. She looked at Prescott, then at Hilary beside her, and finally, her gaze swept over everyone in the room.
“What do you all think?”
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