Power Stones and Weak Stones

More than a year later.

Inside a dilapidated warehouse.

Kaisa aimlessly flipped through an ancient book in his hands.

Suddenly.

Something that looked somewhat familiar entered his sight.

The bored expression on his face abruptly changed.

He became incomparably serious!

His head, which had been swaying casually back and forth, immediately leaned closer.

He examined the recorded information word by word, afraid of misreading or missing even a single character.

Gradually.

The expression on his face turned into irrepressible delight!

Pointing at the record in the ancient book, he shouted at his napping younger brother beside him:

"Mishra! Come over here!"

"!"

Half-asleep, Mishra had not heard him clearly and thought his teacher had arrived.

His body instinctively jolted, and he shuddered!

Only after looking around and confirming that was not the case did he let out a slight sigh of relief.

Then.

He unhurriedly asked:

"What is it? Did you run into something you can't understand again?"

The two of them were blood brothers.

Their mother had died early, and their father had remarried. Unfortunately, their stepmother found the two of them deeply unpleasant.

And after their father fell ill, their already miserable lives became increasingly difficult.

Fortunately.

Their biological father had not forgotten his two boys.

He sent them to study under his friend—an archaeologist named Tokashiya.

That way, they could at least scrape together a meal by following her around.

Rather than dying miserably in the streets!

Over these past two or three years.

The excellent talent for learning they had displayed had indeed been quite impressive.

Therefore.

Their teacher also believed they could barely be considered promising material.

She sincerely taught them quite a few practical things.

For example: how to avoid traps when digging up someone else's grave, how to avoid being noticed by locals