"...."
Fisher didn't open the scroll but passed it to Helldor standing next to him and turned to Valentina, saying,
"We agreed, and now that my part is done, it's your turn to keep your promise."
Valentina gave him a deep look and then nodded, replying,
"We won't go back on our word... Helldor, open the scroll."
"Szz szz..."
Helldor's mechanical arm suddenly exerted force, opening the scroll that had been sealed for many years. A burst of intense cold air spread, revealing a map made of minerals but as soft as silk.
"Is this a... map?"
Balzac, who was next to him, couldn't wait to glance at the content on the unfolded map, then hurried over to the small boat to fetch a piece of paper and a pen and started recording the details,
"It's real! It's real! It's a map marking the location of the Frost Snow Wutong Tree Entrance! It truly exists!"
