desk hoping to locate the wooden box too
her dismay the box was no longer in its
original position its whereabouts
unknown embarking on a thorough search
Gian rummaged through the room
discovering a locked cabinet and a
locked chest presumably secured with the
two keys Alice had unexpectedly Chong
shing's solitary Stroke Of Love had been
identifying the correct key for the main
door pondering how to unlock the two
locks Gian felt a sudden vibration at
her chest reaching for it she pulled out
the small Spirit turtle from her shirt
pocket what on Earth you were supposed
to be in the ancestral Hall when did you
sneak in Gian gasped astonished by the
turtle in her Palm the spirit Turtle now
revealed retained its composure despite
being unable to see Gian who was cloaked
in invisibility slowly it extended its
left hand pointing towards the locked
chest confused Gian handed the turtle
over what are you doing can you unlock
it the turtle left hand slipped directly
into the keyhole twisting and turning
within suddenly with a click the lock on
the chest yielded and the turtle
withdrew seemingly drained of energy
retreating into its shell Gian placed
the turtle back into her pocket I owe
you a reward when I return opening the
chest she discovered a pile of documents
alongside the wooden box she had seen
ear earlier a cursory glance revealed
the files contained information about
the villagers even detailing their
preferences and habits shifting her
Focus to the wooden box she opened it to
find an ancient scroll made of sheep
skin and a red stone before she could
ascertain the nature of the stone it
levitated soaring towards her chest with
the small Spirit Turtle promptly
swallowed it whole hey please refrain
from consuming anything indiscriminately
quickly regurgitated Gian exclaimed
anxiously it was only after prying open
the little Spirit turtle's mouth that
she discovered the stone had vanished
without a trace the little Spirit Turtle
appeared entirely unperturbed lounging
languidly in gian's Palm its eyes gently
closing as if it were digesting the
recently swallowed red stone though
taken aback by the turtle Behavior Gian
G understood that this was not the
moment for inquiries I simply cannot
tolerate you if you end up getting
yourself killed it shall not be my
concern she returned the little Spirit
turtle to her pocket and began to
scrutinize the contents of the parchment
however the parchment bore not a single
word giang flipped it over in vain
finding no trace of information this was
peculiar the astonished expression she
had worn upon first encountering the
parchment earlier that mourning had
seemed genuine suddenly Gian received a
prompt from The Sound transmitting conch
and promptly answered it Tang Yan's
anxious voice came through Anan Alice
has awakened and is on her way back to
the glassroom you must be cautious G
Yi's expression turned serious okay I
will return at once after hanging up the
little Spirit Turtle began to vibrate
once more prompting Gian G to retrieve
it again at so what special talents do
you possess the little Spirit Turtle
cast her a sidelong glance indicating
that she should place it on the
parchment Gian gently set the turtle
down and its left claw began to Glide
across the parchment as if inscribing
something as the turtle's claw moved
peculiar symbols and characters began to
materialize on the parchment
Gian stared transfixed the emergence of
these symbols and characters left her
utterly astonished this was a coded
language a special means of
communication from the polluted sea
regions before G on G could fully
process the turtle actions she was
startled again as the little Spirit
Turtle spoke its voice was youthful and
clear reminiscent of a child's yet Gian
knew this was no ordinary Turtle she