[Original Gemstone] (Quality 132, Excellent Black Iron Grade)

(Because it perfectly retains most of its power when collected, it gets a bonus. Unfortunately, it is limited by its low strength and finally only reaches the Excellent Black Iron Grade.)

After watching the description in the system, Loran Hill understood the system's classification of sequences. Generally speaking, Sequence 1 = Ordinary Stone, Sequence 2 = Black Iron, Sequence 3 = Bronze, Sequence 4 = Silver, Sequence 5 = Gold, Sequence 6 = Pearl, Sequence 7 = Coral, Sequence 8 = Crystal, Sequence 9 = Epic, Sequence 10 = Like a God.

Then the classification of quality is the same as that of ability.

Quality 0-50, incomplete

Quality 51-100, ordinary

Quality 101-200, excellent

Quality 201-300, excellent

Quality 301-500, rare

Quality 501-800, perfect

Quality 801-1000, legendary

Quality 1000+, mythical

Some of them will be better at the same level, such as rare bronze>excellent bronze>bronze>incomplete bronze.

Original gems can be used to practice extraordinary sequences, and are also materials needed in many props, rituals, and potions.

After packing up the gem, Loran Hill turned around and prepared to continue looking for some dead branches and firewood, so that he could light a fire before dark.

The silver-haired figure in a pure white dress shuttled easily in the forest, like a light elf.

What is this...?

In a corner of the forest, the girl suddenly stopped. A broken stone tablet was inserted diagonally in front of a big tree, surrounded by weeds. A ray of sunlight passed through the gap in the tree canopy and shone on the mossy stone tablet, showing a faint sense of sacredness.

Loran Hill approached the rusty stone tablet. There should have been exquisite patterns and words engraved on it, but now most of them have been corroded and can't be seen clearly. It should have been built a long time ago.

Under the ruthless washing of time, the girl still felt that there was a slight flow of mana under the stone tablet. It was very weak, even she could not feel it until she got close.

Carefully pushing away the soil in front of the stone tablet, a rusty brass box appeared in front of her.

Turning the secret buckle on the box, and then opening it, there was a red velvet inside, with a purple gem and a blue butterfly hairpin on the velvet.

The hairpin was made of blue crystal and gold metal, and the style was very delicate.

[Inherited Gem] (Quality 454, rare crystal level): A gem that inherits memory and knowledge, which contains the thoughts and expectations of the previous owner. Perhaps you can use it.

Before she picked up the things in it, the gem glowed with a faint light, and a beautiful figure appeared in front of Loran Hill.

This figure was wearing a dark purple classical long dress, pure black hair down to the waist, a lace hat on her head, and an identical butterfly hairpin in her hair. She smiled at Loran Hill, then lifted her skirt and bowed slightly.

"Hello, my future destined person."

Loran Hill realized that this figure actually had no entity, but was just an image that its owner had kept in advance. Because her eyes seemed to be looking at her, there was actually a slight difference in her sight, which ordinary people could not detect, but it was so obvious in her eyes.

"My name is Trinasha, a witch who existed in the Second Age. Don't be afraid, I'm dead. This is just an illusion I left behind."

The witch who had long disappeared in time did not have a sad face, but a calm and peaceful look.

"This illusion was left by me before I died. To be honest, I asked Detis to help me do it. I don't know if she is still alive now. After all, witches are very long-lived."

The witch showed a nostalgic smile on her face and continued.

"Perhaps I have experienced too many joys and sorrows, and the people I am familiar with have disappeared one by one. After realizing that I don't have much time left, I decided to return to the forest where I lived when I was a child and spend the last part of my life here alone."

"But thinking that I have neither children nor students, I can't help but feel a little regretful, so I left some of my experiences and insights behind, hoping that someone chosen by fate will open them in the future. Thinking of this, I felt very happy, so I finally asked a junior to help me and left this gem and my hairpin."

"The use of the inheritance gem is very simple, just hold it in your hand and feel it gently, and the hairpin contains my magic power, which can be used if you encounter danger."

Witch? Luo Lanxier was surprised but expected, after all, this is a magnificent magical world.

[Trinasha's Butterfly Hairpin] (Quality 482, Rare Epic): Before the witch Trinasha died, she placed her unique magic power on this hairpin, which can be worn and used. (Use times 3/3)

It's really magical. Loran Hill picked up the gem and the hairpin, and suddenly realized something. She hurriedly opened the velvet in the box, and saw a piece of paper slowly dissipating and turning into powder. If she hadn't opened it in time, she would never know what was written on it.

It's a pity that Loran Hill didn't recognize the words on it, so she had to memorize it first.

Just now, she could understand the words of the phantom, not because she could understand the language of this world, but because it was a kind of information directly emitted by the soul consciousness, which theoretically could be understood by any intelligent creature.

Back to the resting point determined before, it was already dark. Loran Hill lit the firewood and sat on the stone next to the campfire.

The original gem hit the cobblestone and really produced tiny sparks. Thinking back to the attempt just now, the girl couldn't help but applaud her wit.

Although she had just woken up for half a day, it seemed like a long time had passed. The night in the mountains was a little cool.

The girl sat by the fire, quietly staring at the crimson flames, watching the flames swaying slightly in the night wind, and occasionally hearing the crackling of burning wood.

The bright firelight reflected in her pupils, and Luo Lanxier unconsciously recalled her past life. She didn't know what would happen if she left her parents, and some sadness surged in her heart. She was just an ordinary person in her previous life, and naturally she was not called Luo Lanxier. It's just that after coming to this world, no one knows her, and it doesn't make much sense to call her by her former name.

Memories are always so beautiful under the filter of time, but indulging in the past that can never be returned will only increase sadness and sorrow. Since she graduated and entered the society, she has long realized this.

The childhood playmates who swore to be good friends forever have gradually stopped contacting each other, and even if they meet, they will only feel a sense of strangeness. We have each experienced a completely different life for more than ten years. Why do we still expect each other and ourselves to be the same as before?

Oh no, I started to think about these unhappy things again. There is obviously no red music listening software.

The girl patted her cheeks and shook her head.