"Shenlan, identify what this stone slab is."
Herag closed his eyes and sat on the ground to rest for a while, his head still feeling buzzing and somewhat dizzy.
Shenlan quickly provided the result: "The probability of it being an Ancient Magic Stone Slab is 87.6%."
"Ancient Magic Stone Slab..." Herag understood what it was.
In ancient times, there were also wizards.
But back then, there was no paper, so they used other mediums to record magic spells.
Some used human or animal bones to record spells, while others used animal fur.
The stone slab in front of him was a more advanced recording medium, usually reserved for very powerful spells.
"It should be a Level 1 Spell." Herag thought for a moment and reached this conclusion.
Only a Level 1 Spell could make him feel dizzy just by looking at it for a while; even the most profound Level 0 Spell couldn’t have such an effect; not the same grade.
"Shenlan, scan and record every detail of the stone slab." Herag instructed.
This stone slab is an extremely precious treasure, the value of the spells recorded on it is high, ancient magic recorded on slabs was never simple.
Ancient society was mostly in the form of tribes and groups, and this ancient magic recorded on slabs was likely the core inheritance of a tribe, their survival guarantee from that era.
Herag had read in some magical history books that the characteristic of such ancient magic was its extreme combat power, emphasizing actual combat strength improvement.
After all, in that primitive era, the primary issue was survival, fighting countless beasts and demons to ensure the tribe’s survival.
Thus, this kind of ancient magic was very precious, countless wizards strove to acquire it to enhance their own combat power.
"Scanning and recording completed." Shenlan took a few minutes to record every detail of the stone slab.
Herag glanced at Shenlan’s recorded images, still feeling a bit uneasy.
Such an important slab, merely researching from pictures might not be useful, possibly missing some crucial information.
He circled around the stone slab, suddenly having a bold idea.
"I might as well take the entire slab and move it away."
This stone slab was two meters tall and fifty centimeters wide, buried in the soil.
Herag took the herbal digging shovel and squatted down, digging at the soil beneath, finding the slab wasn’t buried deeply and could be unearthed.
Moving it while carrying or holding it would be difficult, but Herag had a Space Ring.
He glanced at the Space Ring, though filled with many items, it could still hold this slab.
"The only problem is, is there really an owner here?"
Herag discovered a problem; if this truly belonged to a wizard.
This ancient magic stone slab was so valuable; why would it be left here without any defensive measures? Updates are released by novel✶fire.net
A Second-Class Wizard Apprentice like him could reach here, stronger wizards would certainly find it easier.
Herag pondered for a while but couldn’t conclude, unable to determine if there was indeed an owner here.
He crouched next to the slab and began digging at its base.
Herag dug carefully, afraid to damage the slab entity, as it was a precious treasure.
After carefully digging for half an hour, the soil at the base was mostly excavated.
Herag attempted to move the slab, discovering he could lift it.
He immediately stored the slab in his Space Ring, also smoothly.
With a slab added to the Space Ring, the internal space seemed to be a bit cramped.
Herag looked at the remaining pit and rubbed the back of his head: "If this belonged to some wizard and I were caught, my fate could be quite dismal."
To secure such a large place, the wizard must be someone Herag couldn’t contend with.
Now, he could only pray that the wizard would return late; if he could get out by dawn, he would flee.
His trip here yielded a considerable harvest, not only collecting a pile of Magic Potion Materials but also unexpectedly acquiring this Ancient Magic Stone Slab.
Herag calculated that normally, there should be about half an hour left before dawn.
If the Blacksmith Uncle’s information was correct, he would have the chance to leave in half an hour.
The problem was, Herag didn’t know if the spiders outside would leave, as they were living creatures.
The Blacksmith Uncle’s existence could only count as a soul, hiding upon dawn was quite normal.
But those spiders were flesh and blood; Herag was unsure if the spider group would disperse after dawn.
He walked around the square, carefully observing every place.
The other decorations and carvings were very old, but they were just ordinary stone carvings.
Herag examined every corner of the square, no more valuable items were found.
After confirming everything was okay, Herag carefully approached the cave entrance with a lantern.
He maintained a certain distance from the cave entrance and did not continue outward.
Through Shenlan, Herag learned there were still many spiders outside, the sky outside was slightly bright.
He breathed a sigh of relief: "Looks like it’s coming daylight, luckily the sunrise here is normal."
As the sky grew brighter, the spiders outside began to fidget uneasily.
Some spiders on the periphery started to head towards their nest, and the spiders blocking the cave entrance began shifting their focus, no longer fixated on the cave but climbing around instead.
Ten minutes later, the spider group began a large-scale retreat.
A huge number of spiders started turning towards the direction of their nest in the pine forest, producing a widespread rustling sound.
This sound, which originally made Herag’s scalp tingle, now seemed extraordinarily pleasant, Herag felt a weight finally lifting from his heart.
Herag waited in the cave entrance until it was bright.
After it was bright, he did not rush out but waited for the sunlight to fully shine down before standing at the entrance observing the outside.
Indicators of spiders crawling in the forest remained, with a lot of spider silk hanging on the branches.
Herag quietly passed through the forest, glancing at the distant fields.
To his surprise, there were no fields at all.
"This is the location; I’m not mistaken." Herag was very certain he had not misremembered; the fields growing Magic Potion Materials were indeed at this location.
But now it was dense shrubbery, filled with various short plants and weeds.
Herag cautiously moved closer, observing the base of the shrubbery, finding no signs of cultivated land.
"What’s going on here..." he muttered in confusion.
"Shenlan, is this the field for planting Dragon’s Beard Grass and other Magic Potion Materials?" Herag doubted his eyes and asked Shenlan.