Before long, Ang used Sealing Magic to isolate the stone trough and statue inside the tent, dismissed the surrounding soldiers, and left only the two bizarre items within the barrier, quietly radiating a subtle aura.
After confirming there was no one nearby, Ang waved his hand and lifted the seal.
The heavy, strange stench immediately filled the air again.
More than twenty minutes later, Puri arrived with Ade and Georgie.
The moment the tent flap was lifted, that pungent smell rushed at them. Georgie immediately frowned and took a step back, covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve.
"You summoned us, sir?" Puri asked.
"Take a look at these two things." As Ang spoke, he pointed at the strange liquid in the stone trough and the black-and-white statue.
The others stepped forward in turn and gathered around the trough to inspect it.
Ade was the first to crouch down and sniff it carefully. He immediately frowned hard, pinched his nose, and said, "This smell... is truly awful. It's like rotten swamp water mixed with some kind of potion."
"It smells worse than those failed alchemy products." Georgie turned his head aside and muttered quietly, his eyes full of disgust.
After conducting several tentative tests, they all looked confused and doubtful. "I can't tell what this liquid is for." Puri shook his head.
"I have a few guesses." Ang spoke softly as he took a lizardman bone knife from his Magic Waist Pouch and slowly inserted it into the trough under everyone's watchful eyes.
Fine ripples instantly spread across the liquid, and viscous, lustrous matter rapidly clung to the bone knife's surface like living creatures.
As a faint ghostly glow emerged, a barely visible coating appeared over the bone blade, as though some sort of magical energy structure was slowly