Chapter 16: The Materials Don't Exist

The man looked at her with a scrutinizing look on his face. "How did you know about these two flowers?"

Tu Xing's expression remained unchanged, pretending not to notice the look, "The boss wants it."

Talib's eyes were searching: "Who is your boss?"

The young man scratched his head. "Do I have to give my name to buy this? Why don't you tell me if you have it first?"

“…I guess so. It can’t be made anywhere else except here.”

The man turned sideways and said to the servant, "Go and make two cups of tea." Then he sat down opposite the young man.

The look of inquiry on his face was particularly obvious. "This one, I assume you came here specifically for this, you should know the value, right?"

As if the young man didn't need a response, he said impatiently and mysteriously: "It's a magic item."

"When I was a teenager, I tried to make it according to the instructions in this book. I was young and didn't understand it, so I just threw it away in the warehouse."

"Twenty or thirty years passed, and I had forgotten about it. It was only then that half a month ago, the black magician in the palace came to me and I learned about it."

Tu Xing's eyebrows moved, and he was very surprised. Celilda had been here a long time ago?

Judging from the conversation, it is obvious that they have talked a lot and can pick up the existing progress.

So far, I have been very careful with every word I said and even put on a pretext, so that if the relevant people come here and find that someone is still looking for me, I can temporarily confuse my identity and reduce the possibility of being found.

The mind races, quickly formulating words based on what is currently known.

"Can you make a replica? Even if the color is different, as long as there are flowers on it, it will be fine." The young man looked expectant.

Talib shook his head. "There's nothing I can do. Two weeks ago I found the books and tried to redo them, but it just didn't work."

Tu Xing's mind was full of excitement. "Where are the books? How is this different from other books? As long as they are similar, I can get the job done."

Talib: "I've been searching for it in the storage room for a long time. Calculating the time, I think the people from the palace should be here to ask for it. They also want this book. I've looked at it all over and it doesn't seem unusual."

Hearing this, Tu Xing's heart moved, "Can I take a look? My boss might be interested too. The highest bidder gets it, right?"

The man smiled, and a servant came to the door and placed two cups of tea in front of the two men.

"Go get the booklet I left alone on the bedroom table." The person who just came in turned and left.

Talib replied: "Who is your boss?"

Tu Xing always smiled gently, neither humble nor arrogant: "Let's talk about it when you are sure you are interested."

After a while, the booklet was placed in front of me.

Tu Xing looked at it carefully. It looked like an old book that had been stored in the bottom of a box. The cover was covered with dust and the original color and text were no longer visible.

Talib: “Here it is, take a look.”

Hearing this, Tu Xing naturally would not refuse and said with a smile: "Okay."

I picked it up and opened it. The pages inside were also old and yellowed, but in a better state than the cover. The text was still clear and I read it carefully.

"Vision Flashback: Users can see what will happen in the future."

"Materials: Carrier, Singing Grass, Tree Hole Backtracking Bug, Wind Feather."

"Steps: Crush the grass and insects, then place them into the carrier in the order in which they were made. Finally, secure the wind feathers. Be careful not to damage them!"

At the very bottom, there was a line of cursive writing, almost forming a curve, making it difficult to read: "Clocks are the best, feathers are substitutes for illusory flowers."

Tu Xing raised his eyebrows. What will happen in the future?

I couldn't help but feel so excited that my heart beat faster, especially since Talib had so little material to complain about.

"Look at this material. I don't even know where I got the singing grass, the insects in the tree hole, the feathers of the wind, and the flowers."

"I probably bought this booklet as a children's book. I had a seven or eight-year-old child at home at the time, and I had to read it to him. That's all I remember."

"Look at the front and back pages. They're all fairy tales. This page just describes the magician's creation process."

Tu Xing blinked, turned back two pages, glanced at them, and agreed, "Yeah."

"This material doesn't look like it exists. To be able to make it, you have an exceptional talent for craftsmanship."

As he spoke, he prepared to repeat the old trick: "Even if everyone has a copy of this recipe, it's impossible to make it without the ingredients."

"Of course, it's mainly your craftsmanship and your past memories that need to be recalled slowly."

Talib nodded. "Yes, if it's just two flowers in there, it's very simple."

"However, the flowers can't be that realistic. The space on the dial is small, so the shape can only be flat, and the pointer needs to rotate through it."

After he finished speaking, the young man smiled. "That's fine. Even if we succeed in creating magical properties, how to activate the function is a big problem. If we can't activate it, then it doesn't matter whether it has magical properties or not."

Changing the subject, he returned to his original purpose, "Can you make it right now?"

"I have a pocket watch ready-made, plus two more flowers. Your apprentice can come and do it quickly. 8 copper coins in advance."

Afraid of being kicked out for offering too little, Tu Xing added urgently, "If it has magical properties, of course I'll pay a higher price. I need to show the boss the style first."

Even if it was made up, Talib still looked visibly upset, after all, it was already clear that it was highly unlikely that a second one could be produced.