Several shivering men were gathered around the edge of the big pit, their expressions unclear amidst the dense snowflakes. Seeing Kraft and Ryan coming over, they quickly dispersed and gave up their positions.

The prism shaped black stone is still firmly inserted in the center of the pit, pointing straight upwards with a height of at least two meters exposed.

At first, it only revealed a black edge, which was discovered by a village child who stumbled in the field. He spent the whole afternoon digging in anger, and in the evening when adults came to find someone, he saw a large object that looked quite regular and patterned.

The villagers who thought it might be some valuable object dug down and only then discovered it was a pillar.

As for now, looking towards the bottom of the pit, under the scattered soil blocks, there is a black rough horizontal surface of the same material as the pillars.

The connection between the pillar and this plane has been cleaned up, without any splicing marks, and looks completely integrated without damaging the coherence of the pattern.

The sculptor in the upper part is probably an extremely rigorous obsessive-compulsive disorder patient, gradually deepening the engraved patterns from the flat top of the pillar downwards with a consistent amplitude, and connecting them on six sides to form a character like appearance.

As we approach the bottom, the patterns spread out in a casual yet not chaotic manner, highlighting the fluid like dynamic feeling. They collide with the plane in a cascading manner, scattering and winding away towards the distance. At first glance, there is even an illusion of a live snake swimming.

Kraft took a step back from the edge of the pit, and the loose floating soil fell off from the edge, rolling down in a rustling motion.

He watched silently as they slid down from the pit walls like small mudslides, eventually landing on the snake like patterns at the bottom of the pit, covering a small piece.

Is it possible that this is just a relatively large pedestal? Try digging further to the side, "he said.

The voice was somewhat indistinct in the cold wind with snowflakes in between, and even I wasn't sure what I was saying.

Even if it's only this part now, it's not something that the port's freight wagons can solve, "Leon turned his gaze away from the pillar." Maybe you really want to try cutting off this pillar? Even if you can do it, it's really a pity

Indeed, even in my grandfather's rich collection, it is difficult to pick out something so... indescribable.

Kraft knew he couldn't split it apart, but just thinking about it would be an unacceptable act.

The trembling villagers next to them have not left yet. Kraft was stunned for a moment, took out his wallet, and gave each of them a black silver coin - this was the promised reward after completion.

Ryan watched as the villagers thanked Kraft and then ran in the direction of the village, their backs quickly becoming blurry in the wind and snow. The low and clustered silhouette in the distance represents a village less than two hundred steps away, which was still clearly visible when they first arrived.

The snow seems to be getting heavier again, should we go back? "Ryan looked at Kraft, who was still lost in thought, feeling that the treasure hunt was probably over.

Perhaps they can return to Wendeng Port and search for a pleasing little gadget at a certain street stall. In Ryan's opinion, the stone rune eyeballs he brought back last time were pretty good.