If the writing on these two pieces of parchment truly was ancient Earth script.
Then there had to be Lords who could recognize it.
A vast number of the first batch of Lords had survived, all of them in the prime of their lives.
There should be quite a few among them who knew something about ancient writing.
No matter what, there was no harm in trying.
Five million Denar was nothing to Zong Shen, but throwing it directly into the [World Channel] would make for quite a sensational bait.
Zong Shen treated it as nothing more than a gamble on his luck.
"Even you can't decipher it, Lord?"
Marquis Ekmelading had noticed the change in Zong Shen's expression.
He asked curiously.
Zong Shen had no intention of hiding it and nodded candidly.
"Yes, but I already have some leads. I just need some time to decipher what's written on it."
He answered honestly.
This left Marquis Ekmelading somewhat dejected.
Faced with the critical situation of the sealing Magic Array collapsing, he did not want Demon Abyss Prison to erupt into chaos.
When he had studied the bloodline ritual, he had personally glimpsed the situation inside through an opened crack. It was undoubtedly an incomparably terrifying place.
Aside from several demigod-level monsters, there were also over a hundred Legendary Tier monsters.
Over the past several thousand years, some of those monsters had died of old age or been killed in conflicts.
Order within Demon Abyss Prison had gradually formed as well.
Besides the influence of the realm's laws and the Magic Array, the monsters' ability to coexist peacefully relied more on a certain balance achieved after endless slaughter.
Marquis Ekmelading had never truly controlled those monsters.
They were savage and mad, every one of them having lost their sanity during