King Ghidorah stared at the black beads in front of him.
Chaos Beast King Core, Apekus is what it is called. The product of the third era, the core of Chaos Beasts King combines the most advanced magic prop forging technology at that time.
This is what Apekus said. King Ghidorah picked it up from a corner of the side hall.
It had been thrown carelessly into the pile of small objects that had not been sorted out before, mixed among a bunch of unimportant clutter. He picked it up and placed it next to the crystal on the left side of the throne, and then it rang.
Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing, like a huge, invisible, angry bee, buzzing in his hall.
King Ghidorah tilted his head and looked at it for a while, then moved the beads from the side of the crystal to the feet of the mecha. The buzzing sound was a little smaller, but it was still there. He moved the beads from the side of the mecha's feet to the armrest of the throne.
The buzzing sound was so loud that he was tired of it. He wanted to stop. He stretched out the tip of his claws and pushed the beads to the side. The beads rolled to the corner and hit the stone wall and stopped. The buzzing sound finally became quiet.
"Your Majesty, we are here."
Sangis hurriedly walked in from the door, followed by an old man. Her pace was much faster than usual, and her breathing was a little rapid. She had obviously trotted all the way from the office, and her broken hair on the temples was a little messy by the wind.
She walked up to King Ghidorah and bowed slightly to give up her position. The old man behind her took a step forward.
The old man wore a dark gray robe. The fabric of the robe was very good, but the style was very old. The cuffs and collar had been worn white. His hair was all white and not neatly combed, and the top of his head was sparse, revealing a pale pink scalp.
There are many deep wrinkles on his face, but his eyes are very bright. The light gray pupils are like two pebbles polished by time. They are gentle but not muddy, with the kind of quiet and focused light that only scholars who have been dealing with ancient books all year round can have.
"Your Majesty, this is Master Lavas." Sangis introduced, "The honorary dean of the empire Royal Academy, a doctor of magic materials, ancient inscriptions, and magic engineering. He is recognized by the empire as the person who knows the most about ancient relics."
Lavas walked up to King Ghidorah, bent down, and did not move quickly. He did not deliberately lower his posture, nor was he overly reserved and arrogant.
"Your Majesty, my name is Lavas."
King Ghidorah The head in the middle nodded slightly.
"You, show me what's in that pile."
"Yes."
Lavas turned around and faced the pile of treasures. His steps stopped for a moment, just for a moment. His pupils shrank slightly, and his breathing rate was chaotic for a moment, and then recovered.
He took a few steps forward and squatted down in front of the pile of treasures, stretched out his hands covered with age spots and veins, and gently picked up the top item - the palm-sized object that glowed blue and looked like the core of some kind of magic.
He gently stroked the surface of the object with his fingers, closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then opened it again. He did not speak, but carefully put the object back in its place, and picked up another one next to it. One after another.
He looked slowly but attentively. He would pick up each item to look at it, touch it, and even put it under his nose to smell it. King Ghidorah didn't know what he was sniffing. Maybe he was sniffing the magic residue on it? Maybe it was just some kind of ritual sense of an old scholar.
Sangis stood behind King Ghidorah and looked at the pile of things. He is still a little confused.
Where did this come from? The imperial royal family does have a tradition of collecting treasures, and emperors of all generations have a hobby of collecting rare items.
Valerirus His Majesty also accumulated a lot of treasures during his reign, but those treasures have catalogs, numbers, and storage locations. Although she has not seen them all, she at least knows of their existence.
She didn't recognize any of the pile in front of her. A few minutes ago, King Ghidorah called her over from the office telepathically. He pointed at the pile of treasures and told her to "find someone to sort it out."
She looked at the pile of things, then at King Ghidorah, without saying anything. His Majesty said whatever he said was what he said.
Although she is not a high-level mage, she still has the magic power level Sixth Tier. She can feel the amazing magic power fluctuations coming from that pile of things... She can probably judge the value of this pile of things from those magic power fluctuations.
Lavas stood up from the treasure pile and turned around, facing the throne. He did not move hastily and slowly, taking out a squarely folded linen handkerchief from the inner pocket of his robe and wiping his fingers.
"Sorry, Your Majesty, I have never seen these things..."
King Ghidorah's three heads tilted at the same time. Never seen it? Isn't it said that the person recognized by the empire as the person who knows the most about ancient relics?
But the old man didn't look like he was lying.
"Your Majesty, I need more time to identify these treasures. They range in age. Some belong to this era, and some may belong to an earlier era.
I need to read a lot of ancient books and discuss with several colleagues."
King Ghidorah The middle head is slightly tilted.
"Okay, let's go." King Ghidorah nodded his head in the middle. He was not in a hurry, he was not in a hurry at all.
With his lifespan, he can live to the end of the world in the physical sense, or even longer. People in this world use "years" to calculate time, and he uses "ten thousand years" to calculate time.
On the scale of King Ghidorah, the difference between "waiting for a few days" and "waiting for one second" is roughly the difference between waiting for one second and waiting for zero point zero zero zero zero one second.
Time is the least valuable thing to him.
Lavis bent down, turned around, and walked towards the door. His steps were steady, just like when he came. But after walking out of the threshold of the hall and walking into the long stone corridor with guards standing on both sides, his steps began to become unsteady.
It's not that he can't walk, it's the kind of subtle trembling that he is trying to control but cannot completely control. His breathing becomes rapid, his lips move, and he utters some syllables that only he can hear.
"Huhu..."
Lavas stopped while holding on to the stone wall of the corridor, breathing heavily. The guards in the corridor stood expressionless, not squinting.
He stood there leaning against the wall, like an old tree bent over by the wind. When his breathing calmed down, he straightened up again and walked towards the exit of the corridor. His steps were still unsteady, but much better than before.
You read that right. There were several legendary objects in that pile of treasures that he had only seen in illustrations in ancient books. They were real, not legends, not myths, or the exaggerations of some ancient literati.
There they were, piled on the floor of the hall, like a pile of debris to be disposed of. He had to dig out the book and hide it in the secret room that he had not entered for a long time, together with the ancient books that he had collected from various places when he was young.
He needed to find the book, he needed to open the pages that he had not turned for many years, the paper was brittle and the writing was blurred, and he needed to find any bit of information about the black bead in the book.
When he got the book, he thought, "What if it's true?" He took it home and spent decades translating it, interpreting it, and verifying it.
He thought that those things would only exist in words and would never be seen with his own eyes.
Today he saw it. Not only did he see it, he was also asked by the emperor to sort and register these treasures. Lavas paused again.
He had to talk to those guys in white robes. Not all the guys in white robes, just a few of them - those he trusted, had strong enough academic abilities, and would not talk nonsense outside. They were weirdos who were as obsessed with finding the truth as he was.
Lavas's back disappeared at the end of the corridor. Sunlight shone in from the window on one side of the corridor, casting a long, slightly curved shadow on the stone floor behind him.
King Ghidorah watched Lavis walk out, put the three heads back on the throne, and slowly slid down. The tail dragged on the ground, and the tip of the tail swung slightly, sweeping across the stone floor, making a subtle rustling sound.
He suddenly remembered something - why did that bead ring just now?
King Ghidorah rummaged around in his consciousness for a moment, and quickly found the piece of information from Apekus that he marked as "not very important" - "Chaos Beast King Core, a product of the third era, has the ability to control chaotic energy."
When it senses the same source of energy, it will resonate. The closer the distance, the stronger the resonance."
Origin? King Ghidorah unfolded these three words in consciousness. This bead has the same origin as something in the distance and resonates.
What is that thing? King Ghidorah tilts the middle end.
Forget it. It's not a big deal anyway, why don't we go check it out when we have some free time...