Chapter 095: The Thorn Bug's Desire

"Old Phil, cut your finger; I need you to smear blood on this bottle," Liszt said unequivocally. Philip was dead, and who knew how many of the indigenous people of Dodo Island remained—this old tanner was probably one of them.

As for whether he had the bloodline of the "Descendant of the Sun," Liszt did not know.

All he could do was try.

Although the old tanner did not understand why, he must comply with the commands of Lord Landlord. He pricked his finger with a needle, squeezed out the blood, and smeared it on the beautiful golden bottle.

Liszt had already deployed his Eye of Magic.

He was intently observing the metal drift bottle.

The moment the blood touched the bottle, his vortex-like pupils suddenly expanded as he witnessed a miraculous scene—the blood seemed to activate the magic of the metal bottle, which flowed along the engraved patterns, quickly outlining the lines of the sun, a big tree, a bow and arrow, a lyre, an eagle, and a bear.