Crack!
As the red gemstone at the very top of the box was pressed, the exquisite golden outer shell finally revealed a complex structure invisible to the naked eye.
Fine threads and latticework continuously contracted upward, like a Veil slowly being lifted until it became a small cage wrapped around the ruby.
Under the sunlight, the surface of the little golden cage displayed exquisite scenes of a giant Dragon battling a knight, as though it had been enchanted.
But Viscount Lister Roald, who had seen much of the world, knew this was not magic, but an incredibly advanced craft.
By using uneven surfaces to refract light, different images appeared when viewed from different angles.
Put simply, it was a trick of light and shadow.
Still, there was no denying that on this war-torn, fragmented continent, practically no one could produce such work—at least not with such complexity and beauty. It was fully worthy of being called priceless.
From the box alone, Viscount Lister Roald was convinced that the young man before him must have a powerful and prosperous Imperium behind him.
Otherwise, an ordinary weak country could never nurture master craftsmen of such caliber, especially craftsmen devoted solely to serving the luxurious lives of nobles.
While everyone around them was stunned by the box's intricate structure and craftsmanship, he had already turned his gaze toward the transparent crystal bottle in its center and the emerald liquid glowing faintly within it.
Though he had no idea what it was, anyone could tell that a gift stored in such an elaborate box could not possibly be ordinary.
After a brief daze, Viscount Lister Roald looked up and cast Zuo Si an inquiring glance.
Zuo Si smiled and explained, "You may think of this as a divine medicine capable of healing all wounds