Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 210 Treasures in the Tomb
Caesar returned to his room, locked the door, and then entered the Realm of No Form.

Seated on his throne, he moved the phantom below, marked as Clorin, who was calling out to him.

The illusory figure moved, and a moment later, Clorin, dressed in military uniform, appeared in the main hall below.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," he said respectfully.

"Clorin, what brings you to me?" Caesar asked in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, the first phase of the exploration of the tomb has been completed. We have discovered many valuable magical relics within it. I have selected a few to present to Your Majesty," said Clorin.

"The first task is completed already?" Caesar was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected it to go so smoothly.

Logically speaking, the tombs of high-ranking ancient sorcerers should have some kind of defense against tomb raiding, making them quite troublesome to deal with. I didn't expect it to end so quickly this time.

"Bring it here," Caesar said.

Clorin took out a container made of a special material, shook it in his hand, and then it was in Caesar's hand.
Caesar examined the container, which was only about the size of two hands. It bore the seal of the Surna Magic Research Institute. He had brought it over as soon as the institute finished processing it. This container was also very effective in suppressing the unstable magical power that magical items could accumulate due to being buried underground for a long time.

The box was sealed with a low-level sealing spell, which he unlocked and then opened the box.

There was no enormous magical power gushing out of it as he had imagined. When he looked closely, he found that it contained only three very ordinary items.

A stack of nearly cracked, yellowed paper, a thumb-sized piece of pure white material of unknown origin, and a small tin bottle about the size of a perfume bottle, its opening sealed with wax.

If Caesar hadn't been able to see the special features in these three items, he probably would have thought that Clorin was just trying to fool him with random things.

In reality, even these three items were approved by multiple levels of government, mainly because the higher-ups in the Grey Forest valued him highly as a special intelligence agent codenamed "Golden Crown," and they actually gave him special treatment.

Klorin had carefully considered his selection of these three items. They were all of medium to high quality among the relics that had been developed so far, and he tried to choose items that seemed to have some value to His Majesty.

For example, those few pages are written in ancient Hermog, which the research institute cannot decipher. Sending them to His Majesty is the best option, and perhaps we can also learn some hidden knowledge from them.

Caesar examined the three unremarkable items and first picked up the thumb-sized, pure white particle.

The outer shell of this little gadget actually feels elastic to the touch, and the surface has obvious wrinkles.

Caesar slowly probed the depths with his magic and was astonished to discover signs of life within!

However, it is not a very strong life form; if anything, it only reaches the level of a plant.

In other words, this small particle is actually a seed.

Currently, there is even a possibility of growth, but it will most likely require some special methods to cultivate.

However, it's unclear what kind of seed it is.

Suddenly, a figure popped into Caesar's mind.

Muirner.

If you have the chance, you can ask this biology expert.

He set down the pure white seed and then picked up the small bottle. The bottle was sealed and couldn't be opened casually, so he infused it with his exploratory power.

After a short search, he discovered that there was still a small half-bottle of liquid inside, and it wasn't just any liquid.

"Silver Essence Crystals?"

This material used to be among the highest-level alchemical materials, specifically used to create top-tier magical potions and to draw the highest-level spells.

Even in the past, when magic towers symbolized the core of magic, this item was extremely rare, its value beyond measure.

Klorin presented this to him, which surprised him somewhat. Such an item, which was of great significance to the research of magical energy, should have been kept by them.

But then I thought, maybe the people at the Surna Institute never even realized what it was or how valuable it was. After all, such things were extremely rare in their time, so it's understandable that they, as later generations, didn't recognize it.

Since he had already made the offering, he had no choice but to keep it. However, given his current abilities, he didn't need such a high-end item and could only wait until later.

Then, he turned his gaze to the stack of withered yellow papers. These papers were so old that they might crumble into dust if he applied even a little force, so he was extra careful.

Although the paper was worn and tattered, the densely packed characters on it were still faintly legible, indicating that it was written in Hermog.
As a language connected to the magical world, Hermog consumes the writer's mental energy with each word written. The sheets of paper in front of him were filled with Hermog, and such an astonishing amount of writing made one curious about what exactly was written on them.

But whatever it is, it must contain an immense secret.

Deciphering such a large volume of Hermog language would take time, so he put it aside for the time being.

Overall, the three items that Klorin sent him in the first batch were all of high value, and it was worth all the effort he had put into them.

"Thank you for your hard work," he said softly.

Klorin, who was kneeling below, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It was clear that His Majesty was satisfied with the items he had presented, and that his choice had been correct.

"Your Majesty, I am humbled. These are only the results of the first phase of exploration. We will continue to delve deeper into the tomb. I will certainly present Your Majesty with more valuable treasures to live up to Your Majesty's hard work."

Caesar nodded slightly: "In addition, report everything found in the tomb, down to the smallest detail, including where these artifacts were excavated and what happened when they were found. Compile all of this into a book and report it."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Clorin replied respectfully.

Nothing else of importance came of it, and Klorin withdrew from the Realm of No Form.

Caesar's gaze returned to the stack of withered yellow papers.

The task of deciphering such a large-scale Hemog language was extremely demanding, and in order not to damage the papers themselves, he had to first transcribe them before slowly deciphering them.

"Elias Soter, and Rean II, what have you left for this world?"

Back in reality, Ita made him practice dancing for another hour before heading back to work. They agreed to practice every day for the next week.

At night, after washing up, he said goodnight to Yumilia, returned to his room, locked the door, and went back to the Realm of No Form. He then began the work of transcribing the Hermog language.

(End of this chapter)