In the middle of the hall, Sikong Haoxuan lay on a large sandalwood table depicting the sedan chair designed in his heart. Xueer looked quietly with confusion on her face.

After a while, Sikong Haoxuan threw the pen and said, "Finally, I've finished drawing. Xueer, take it to the Interior Department and ask them to find someone to make it for me. Remember to make it with golden silk sandalwood."

After Xueer packed up the drawings drawn by Sikong Haoxuan, she saw Sikong Haoxuan rubbing his hands with a beautifully embroidered cloth roll, staring at it for a while, and was a little surprised, "Fourth Young Master, how could your handkerchief have subtle fluctuations in magical elements?"

After hearing what Xueer said, Sikong Haoxuan's heart moved and handed the cloth roll to Xueer, "This is a map that Kerr, the owner of the auction house, failed to take many times. He gave it to me. I saw that the embroidery was exquisite and used as a handkerchief. What? This thing is not really a treasure map, right?"

Xueer held the cloth roll and felt the slight magic fluctuations on it. After a moment, she shook her head in disappointment, "Fourth Young Master, Xueer can only feel the fluctuations of magic elements in this cloth roll, but she can't find the source of the fluctuations, so she doesn't know what this magic fluctuation means."

As soon as a spark appeared in Sikong Haoxuan's heart, he was immediately extinguished by Xueer's words. He took the cloth roll and touched it hard on his nose, "I knew there would be no secret of this thing, otherwise why would it fail to be sold so many times in the auction house."

Xueer looked at Sikong Haoxuan's extremely devastating look and smiled with a pursed mouth, "Fourth Young Master, this cloth scroll must have some secrets. It is very difficult to integrate such a slight magic element fluctuation into the cloth scroll. It must be the work of an expert who surpasses the seventh level mage. Because my body does not contain any magic elements, I am extremely sensitive to the magic elements. Ordinary people may not be able to easily discover it. So I think, since it is done by such a magician, there must be a reason."

"Is that so? It seems that I need to show it to my mother." Sikong Haoxuan, who lacked understanding of magic, became interested in this scroll again and decided to dig out the secrets.

Sikong Haoxuan casually touched the dirt that had just been wiped on the cloth roll into the hidden part of his clothes, "Xue'er, go to the Interior Office." After that, he rushed out of the door and walked towards his mother's villa.

Shortly after Song Ziyan entered the villa, she saw Sikong Hao rushing in in a hurry. She thought something had happened, and her face changed slightly and went up to her, "Xuan'er, what's wrong, is there such an anxious thing?"

Seeing his mother, Sikong Haoxuan complained with a bitter face: "Mom, I've been here several times, why did you come back?"

After taking the juice handed by the maid, he took a sip and moistened his throat. Sikong Haoxuan raised the cloth roll in his hand, "Mom, please help me see if there is any magic fluctuation in this thing?"

Song Ziyan took the cloth roll and said angrily: "Just because of this? Seeing you running in a hurry, I thought something was wrong. Magic fluctuations? Why don't you look for the manager of your other courtyard? Huh..."

While speaking, Song Ziyan felt the fluctuations of the magic element on the scroll, and couldn't help but close her eyes and quietly as if she had entered meditation.

A moment later, a slight blue light appeared on Song Ziyan's hand holding the cloth roll, and a corresponding ray of bright red light appeared on the cloth roll. It seemed that the thread used for the exquisite embroidery on the cloth roll was such a ray of bright red light.

Just like removing the thread, a trace of bright red light dissipated under Song Ziyan's movements, and the rolling slowly emerged with a completely different pattern from the original one. As the bright red light dissipated, sweat beads slowly oozed out of Song Ziyan's forehead. After Sikong Haoxuan discovered it, he realized that his mother was not very easy to remove the red lights.

Looking at Song Ziyan, whose face was slowly pale, Sikong Haoxuan felt a little regretful in his heart to show his mother such a broken thing. But with his understanding of magic, he didn't know how to help his mother now.

As time passed slowly, Song Ziyan's state became weaker and weaker. Although Sikong Haoxuan had only a slight understanding of magic, he also knew at this time that this was the consequence of excessive consumption of magic power.

Sikong Haoxuan, who was anxious and helpless in his heart, could not wait in the air. He was about to send his maid to invite his grandfather, but a maid who had been standing behind Song Ziyan put his palm behind Song Ziyan, and a blue light appeared on his palm. After Song Ziyan replenished his magic power, his face gradually improved, and Sikong Haoxuan was relieved.

The mysterious scroll was cracked until the end of night, and the maid who transferred magic power to Song Ziyan changed five back and forth.

The bright red light on the roll completely dissipated, revealing a brand new pattern. Song Ziyan cursed weakly: "Xuan'er, where did you find such a thing? I almost exhausted me."

After Sikong Haoxuan helped his mother sit on the chair brought by the maid, he honestly explained the causes and consequences of the cloth roll.

After Song Ziyan took a break for a while, her spirits improved significantly. After listening to Sikong Haoxuan's explanation, she couldn't help but carefully observe the cloth scroll in her hand.

Slowly, Song Ziyan's expression became more and more serious. After a moment, Song Ziyan returned the scroll to Sikong Haoxuan, "Xuan'er, this is probably a treasure map. The text on it is the ancient mimawen thousands of years ago. The ancient mima Empire is the largest empire in the history of the Yag Continent. It was also the heyday of mainland civilization, especially the development of alchemy. In which period, Bamo, the only alchemy master in history, pushed the alchemy civilization to its peak. Its demise, a thousand years ago, has always been an unsolved mystery in the continent. Perhaps, the map in your hand can solve this mystery of the ages."

Sikong Haoxuan didn't expect that the map in his hand was so big, and he looked over and over again, "It's indeed a baby, this trip has been sent. Mom, what magic hides the original face of the map?"

Hearing his son's inquiry, Song Ziyan's eyes lit up and exclaimed: "Magic embroidery?! Let's call it that for now, it is a magic technique from a thousand years ago. It is the first time I have seen such a fine use of magic elements, which is really unbelievable. Use magic to rewoven a brand new pattern on the original map to achieve the purpose of hiding the original pattern. What is certain is that this is by no means the level that magicians can reach on the mainland today. Even if a magician can control the elements so carefully, it cannot guarantee the natural loss of elements, let alone keep the elements for a thousand years."

Sikong Haoxuan could only understand half of these words, and for a moment he felt like he fell into fog. "Mom, you are still awesome. No matter how powerful it is, you are asking you to crack it?"

Sikong Haoxuan's shallow understanding of magic has already made Song Ziyan give up. She said angrily: "It is not necessarily possible to crack it. Xuan'er, you won't understand such a simple truth."

With Sikong Haoxuan's face, his face was hot. How could he not understand such a simple truth? I'm afraid he has a deeper understanding than others. But for some reason, Sikong Haoxuan seemed a little idiot when he came into contact with magic.

Song Ziyan looked at her awkward son with a doting look, "Xuan'er, it's too late, you go back and rest first. The map must be kept well. Don't go to explore any treasures privately, it's very dangerous."

After Sikong Haoxuan ran out of the villa, Song Ziyan said to the maid behind him: "Bingli, where are you going to the old man? Tell him that his grandson got a very dangerous baby."

"Yes, madam."
Chapter completed!