Rosalie held a notebook with a label reading "Biological Toxins" on its spine and nodded slightly, looking deeply moved. "My brother kept a lot of notes like these too. They contain a great many potion formulas."
Nick pointed to a large brown suitcase beneath the table. "There are more in here. Once Dahlia helps you sort out the spice shop's security system again, you can take these notes home and read them at your leisure."
Rosalie's eyes filled with delighted surprise and a measure of disbelief. "Really?"
"Of course. None of us can understand them anyway. You can take the lab equipment and potions here too. We'll figure out the rest once we know what everything does," Nick said generously.
In fact, he and Dahlia had already learned what some of the potions did by reading other volumes of Grimm's Journal, but they simply could not understand the formulas.
With ingredients such as "white wax scale powder," "Fir resin," and "gray lead," they could at least make a rough guess from the names.
But things like "cat's footsteps," "Widow's sigh," "Devil's heart," "Silent lead," and "furnace-bottom stone" left them utterly baffled.
After opening the suitcase and examining its contents, Rosalie trembled all over, her voice shaking as well. "My God, you have no idea how valuable these books are. Some are even notes written by ancient Hexenbiests themselves. Those must have been trophies taken by your ancestors. These are simply priceless."
"These books can only realize their true value in the hands of someone who understands them, can't they?"
Nick really was not simply giving away his forebears' possessions without a care. Of course he knew how precious the things accumulated over hundreds of years by the Kessler family, to which his aunt and mother belonged, were. But he understood