On the table, the items Mu Xi had sent back were numerous, yet Fisher, after looking them over, noticed none contained clear recorded information.
Fisher had thought there would at least be one or two letters, but they were mostly items similar to the healing room box, like special products brought home for the family, hmm, special products loaded with information.
Apart from the previously observed healing room iron box, Fisher also spotted quite a few other things.
There were Kado’s Holy Sect Song Seals, which are souvenirs given to distinguished guests by the Kado Holy Cathedral.
Fisher flipped the twisted black seal over; it had been soaked in water for a long time. The outer layer, which originally had a thin coat of gold paint, had all fallen off, leaving only the Nali Language word "Mu Xi" etched on the side.
Besides that, on the table, there were small wine bottles from the Northern Sardinia Female Country, snake-head locks from Schwali, stone amulets from the natives of the South Continent...
Fisher found that these items all came from all over the world; from the Sardinia Female Country in the Northern Realm to items from natives of the two-ocean-spanning South Continent, this all matched Mu Xi’s love for traveling. The only issue was that Mu Xi’s family members simply couldn’t distinguish between these items at all.
In the eyes of the Whale-man Species, these were all handicrafts made by humans.
Mu Xi didn’t write letters because there was no custom of writing letters in the sea; there were hardly any items that could record textual information and preserve it underwater. Only in very important moments would they carve texts and murals on stones.
Moli said her aunt had been away from home for a year, and in that time, being able to run around the world, she most likely couldn’t have swum the whole way by herself; she probably boarded a human steamship, so she must have also received the blessing of Ramasitia to transform into human form.
Among them, there were two items that particularly caught Fisher’s interest, one of which was a dusty hollow cylinder Creation.
The craftsmanship of this object was very advanced, and its design quite strange. Fisher had never seen such manufacturing characteristics from any civilization, and it looked very ancient, its age unknown.
Seeing Fisher examining the cylinder, Moli hurriedly explained,
"This is a relic my aunt sent back; I know how to use this..."
"A relic? What’s its function?"
Moli took the dusty cylinder and rubbed the surface of the circular object with her hand.
In Fisher’s view, a stream of light, like an electric current, burst out from the dusty cylinder. The light moved across the surface of the relic, quickly cleaned its dusty exterior, and revealed its original appearance with odd-colored paints.
After Moli rubbed the object, the cylinder faintly emitted sounds of very distant yet deep thunder, seemingly placing the listener in the midst of the scene.
A second later, a lively female voice finally came from inside, speaking the language of the Sea Floor. Moli simultaneously started translating for Fisher,
"Sister, I’m now in a place called ’Storm Sea.’ No life has ever reached here before; we’re the first! And I got here before you... This place is full of relics, but they’re really hard to get. This little thing can preserve sound, so I’m using it to let you know I’m safe... Uh, but by the time you receive it, I probably will have already left the Storm Sea and gone back home. By the way, say hello to Little Moli for me, that’s it."
The lively voice, unsurprisingly, must be Moli’s aunt, Mu Xi. But after she finished speaking, the sound recording didn’t stop.
In the background of faint thunder and the roar of some bizarre creature, a male voice could be heard in the distance, young and steady, and speaking in Nali Language, which Fisher understood.
Fisher turned pale and put her ear close to the small cylinder, listening intently,
"Mu Xi, we have to set off quickly; we can’t explore any further..."
Fisher didn’t recognize the male voice; it felt unfamiliar, and after Mu Xi’s response, the sound from the cylinder abruptly stopped, and the light also slowly faded, returning it to its original primitive appearance.
After listening, Fisher frowned slightly and turned to look at Moli beside him.
This passage, though short, was loaded with information.
Firstly, ’Storm Sea’ is a place unknown to humankind up to now; for navigators, it’s more like a legend or a story.
Legend has it that it’s the end of the Ocean and the world, constantly surrounded by thunder and downpours. In the middle of the endless, cosmos-like deep darkness, an island as holy as a sacred land is situated there, filled with Gold and relics. Ordinary people who manage to retrieve a relic from there can exchange it for a wealth of riches.
Fisher originally thought it was just a story made up to encourage seafaring, but it seems that’s not the case. The Storm Sea is indeed real, at least Mu Xi had reached it and brought back a relic.
Another piece of information is about the relic itself.
Currently, there aren’t many relics left, and the ones that do exist are incredibly powerful. As far as Fisher knew, some relics were preserved within the Gedelin Royal Family.