Chapter 87: Eye of Gaius

Chapter 87: Eye of Gaius Seeing itself in the ’junk pile,’ the big eyeball jumped around, absolutely ticked off. "Uto!" "Uto!" "Quiet! Uto!" Demi quickly fed it a white crystal to calm it down, then reluctantly placed it back up. "What is this?" Carlos’s thoughts stirred. The Purple Thornblade Shield Guard beside the table extended its bone hand, picked up the disc, and respectfully presented it to Carlos. The bone hand was ice-cold, giving off death energy. The big eyeball blinked and trembled uneasily, crying out in panic: "Uto! Uto!" Observing up close, Carlos’s pupils shrank slightly as his heart skipped a beat. "Special alchemical life form: Eye of Gaius!?" The Eye of Gaius was one of the precious, irreproducible creations from the lost ancient alchemical era. It possessed incredible spatial perception abilities and was the best tool for detecting various spatial fluctuations and tracking teleportation traces. Carlos sneakily glanced at the woman who had taken out the ’Eye of Gaius.’ He suspected this woman had no clue about this alchemical life form’s true value. Even hundreds of bottles of top-tier healing potions couldn’t hold a candle to this special alchemical life form. Strictly speaking, there was only one Eye of Gaius in this world—impossible to replicate. Not only due to technical reasons, but because the ancient alchemical environment was completely different from today’s. While Carlos examined the Eye of Gaius, Demi felt all mixed up. She was happy that the lord who saved them had truly found something that caught his eye; She was worried about how to explain this to her teacher when she got back. "When I get back, I’ll definitely study hard with my teacher and make an identical Uto to return to her!" Demi was confident. Her teacher often said ’this thing is child’s play—she made one when she was under 40.’ With her alchemical talent no less than her teacher’s, it would just take a few years. After a moment of silence, Carlos decided it was better to ask straight up: "Do you know the value of this thing? One Golden Pattern Healing Potion doesn’t even come close." At these words, the seven-person squad’s eyes went wide as they gasped. Demi was equally shocked, never imagining that something her teacher made could be so valuable! She immediately felt she had a bright future and straightened her posture. She said elegantly: "My lord, are you satisfied with ’Uto’?" "Very satisfied." Carlos nodded. He was indeed satisfied. However, he noticed the woman below had somehow straightened her back way up, with the corners of her mouth turned up, looking pretty pleased with herself??? Hearing the evaluation of ’very satisfied,’ Demi couldn’t keep the smile off her face. She bit her lip lightly to calm herself down a bit. "My lord, ’Uto’ isn’t just to trade with you for the Golden Pattern alchemical potion, but also our repayment for your life-saving grace. Please accept it! Even if Uto’s creator, my teacher, knew about this, she would definitely agree to entrust ’Uto’ to you. Because you are a person with a golden spirit! Entrusting Uto to you couldn’t be more perfect." "Uto’s creator?" Carlos’s heart jumped. In his perception, the woman before him spoke of her teacher with enormous pride, without any trace of lying. He couldn’t help but think: "Could it be an alchemical master who lived from the ancient alchemical era to the current era!?" "But why are there no records of this alchemical master’s existence in my memory files?" Also, regarding the woman before him, based on her appearance, Carlos quickly matched her against famous figures in his memory, but came up empty. "Perhaps because her successor was killed by traitors, that master became heartbroken and completely withdrew from the world, so there were no records." Carlos made this guess, and his gaze toward the woman became more serious. "What’s your name?" Noticing the change in Carlos’s attitude, Demi’s inner pride slowly bubbled up. "Demi Trivi! I’m my teacher’s only disciple!" "Very good, Demi Trivi! I’ll remember you!" Six more Golden Pattern healing potions appeared on the table. "My lord, this..." Carlos waved his hand, stopping Demi’s attempt to refuse, saying calmly: "These six extra bottles are my respect for your teacher. If I get the chance, I’ll visit her personally!" This lord would personally visit her teacher in the future! What... what a huge honor this showed! Demi immediately got excited: "I’ll definitely pass this along to my teacher. She loves people like you who possess a golden spirit!" "I’m also really looking forward to meeting the great alchemist who created ’Uto’!" Great... She was the only disciple of a great alchemist! Demi’s heart swelled with emotion. Her teacher actually possessed such amazing alchemical skills. With just one creation, she had impressed this important figure they’d never met. Things happened too fast. The others couldn’t follow the conversation at all. They were completely lost—what happened? Why did Demi look so incredibly proud? Wasn’t this just an exploration instrument? It seemed pretty valuable? The lord was going to visit personally? ... Although they were very puzzled about why such a big change had occurred, this was heading in a good direction, so everyone’s hearts settled down... ... "My lord, I’ll respectfully await your arrival with my teacher!" "Good, I’ll send someone to give you a heads-up." Demi reluctantly said goodbye to ’this lord’... Then left with her companions, the excitement on her face still glowing. ... Watching Demi and the others leave, Carlos’s heart stirred with more thoughts: "With the successor out for training, didn’t that master prepare some small protective measures?" "Forget it, who knows what that old coot is thinking." Carlos turned around, gazing down at the bottom of the sand dune. On the slope, the traitors’ severed limbs were scattered, roughly forming a bloody trail. At the end of this bloody trail, Redrose Shield Guards dragged two barely breathing traitors toward him... The Redrose Shield Guards who completed their mission came respectfully before Carlos. "Thud!" Two beat-up traitors were forcefully pressed down by two Redrose Shield Guards, kneeling below the table. The cold bone claws seemed ready to crush their necks at any moment. The gray-robed old man didn’t dare move, his face white as a sheet. The other was the arrogant Murr, who had now lost both arms, blood dripping from his severed shoulders. His eyes were full of hatred as he twisted his head to glare viciously at the Redrose Shield Guard, desperately trying to stand up, but being held down tight. From his high position, Carlos drummed his fingers on the table and suddenly asked: "Who are they?" "This man is the captain of our expedition. But he’s a nutcase who doesn’t understand many things clearly." In the narrow iron cage beside the table, Shia carefully responded, inevitably bad-mouthing Murr while talking herself up.