Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor Chapter 459 - 249: Blossoming Flowers of Magic Power

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Under the flickering firelight, the natural seed, glowing erald green, drifted toward the small Stone Dragon.

The small Stone Dragon flapped its wings, circling the natural seed and examining it closely.

"Hurry up, maintaining it consus my energy."

Lawrence urged, "If you don’t want it, I’ll take it back. Don’t waste my ti."

As he spoke, the natural seed floated back toward Lawrence.

"I want it, I want it!"

The small Stone Dragon shouted, "Of course I want it!"

Lawrence glanced at the small Stone Dragon and urged the natural seed closer to it,

"Accept it, don’t resist, otherwise I don’t have a second one for you."

"Okay! I understand!"

The small Stone Dragon ca forward to et the natural seed, and at the instant they touched, the natural seed’s glow disappeared into the small Stone Dragon’s body.

The small Stone Dragon’s body trembled slightly, but it quickly returned to normal.

"Feels... strange..."

The small Stone Dragon’s voice was sowhat confused,

"It’s nurturing , making feel at ease, but it’s also absorbing my energy..."

"Hm?"

Lawrence was also a bit puzzled.

Because at this mont, Lawrence clearly felt a trace of strange energy flowing into his body, stimulating his spirit.

It was like the feeling during ditation.

"This feeling is normal,"

Lawrence looked at the small Stone Dragon, "But it becos more apparent during cultivation like you ntioned."

"Cultivation?"

The small Stone Dragon’s tone rose, "We Giant Dragons don’t need cultivation; sleeping is our greatest form of cultivation!"

Lawrence was suddenly enlightened.

The strength of a true Giant Dragon increases naturally with age.

They don’t need to do anything; just by living long enough, a dragon hatchling can grow from fourth rank to eighth, ninth rank, or even legendary status.

Legendary Giant Dragons of the Ancient Era are worlds apart from today’s Legendary Knights.

The latter can be considered generals capable of taking the enemy’s head from thousands of troops, but the forr can destroy thousands with a single breath.

The small Stone Dragon is now a "bound earth dragon," but its core is a deeply rooted dragon soul, which is why Lawrence felt its distinct spiritual wave.

"Then you should rest well here, sleep as much as possible, store up energy."

Lawrence said to the small Stone Dragon, "Once I’m back, I’ll look for other ways to help you."

"Lord Rod, you are truly a kind human!"

The small Stone Dragon loudly praised Lawrence, "You are the best human I’ve encountered, besides my old companion."

"Thank you for your praise."

Lawrence waved his hand casually; the praise from a forgetful dragon soul didn’t bring much sense of achievent.

Lawrence did not linger, leaving the cave with his team.

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The next morning, the sun was just right.

Lawrence led the team back to Frost Leaf Town.

Considering the dwelling place for the earth dragon, Lawrence temporarily let it stay outside the town for a few days.

Just after returning to the Lord Manor, Lawrence ca up to inquire about the celebration feast.

The ingredients had been prepared and couldn’t be stored for long, so Lawrence decided to hold it that evening.

After arranging Lawrence’s tasks, he headed straight to the manor hall.

"Darling, you ca back just in ti!"

Lawrence walked into the center of the courtyard as Avril hurriedly ran over, lifting her skirt,

"I have sothing to show you."

Her eyes sparkled with excitent as she took Lawrence by the hand and rushed to her workshop.

"What has got you so excited?"

Lawrence was sowhat curious.

"You’ll see soon enough!"

Avril led Lawrence inside, casually shutting the door.

Unlike Lawrence’s workshop, Avril’s room emitted a gentle fragrance of flowers and herbs.

The wooden table was neatly arranged with various ancient books, and the quill still had ink on it.

Evidently, Avril had just been researching sothing.

"Look at this."

Avril pointed to a wooden box beside the table.

The box was large, about half a man’s height, filled with various clutter.

Animal skins, bone ornants, oddly shaped stones.

"Isn’t this the stuff I gathered from the Great Shaman?"

Lawrence curiously stepped forward to examine them closely.

Since Lawrence didn’t recognize the items inside, he entrusted Avril to handle them all.

Lawrence embraced Avril’s slender waist,

"What did you discover, enlighten ?"

Avril crouched down, picked up an irregular polyhedron carved out of bone from the surface of the box.

The polyhedron was about the size of a peach, old and worn, with several strange symbols carved on it and so cracks.

"Guess what this is?"

"How would I guess? I don’t recognize a single symbol on it."

Lawrence gently pinched Avril’s waist, gazing into her bright eyes, and suddenly understood,

"Wait, you’re letting guess, surely it’s what I’ve been searching for rather than making wild guesses..."

Lawrence squinted, the corners of his mouth curled up,

"Is it the Ancestor Spirit Box of the Lynx People?"

"You’re so clever, darling!"

Avril raised the polyhedron in her hand, "That’s right!"

"You asked to organize these items, and the first thing I took out was it."

"I spent half a day figuring out the aning of the symbols from the array’s tos."

She pointed to the twisted lines carved on the box surface,

"This is the rune for preserving souls."

Lawrence nodded slightly, taking the polyhedron, "If it weren’t for you discovering the rune, who would know this is the Ancestor Spirit Box?"

"Plus, this isn’t even a box; it can’t hold anything."

Lawrence couldn’t help but quip.

Lawrence, Kael, and Vika had all rummaged through these items, yet none realized this item was the so-called Ancestor Spirit Box.

Everyone thought at least it was a box.

Unexpectedly, it was just a piece of bone.

"How is it used?"