Reappearing Dust, Petrification Mask, Mechanical Creatures...
"We're rich!" The thief knelt in the water, laughing and crying as he gathered the treasures into his arms.
"Oh my god!" The Mage couldn't even stand steadily, plopping down onto the wet ground, trembling all over as he held two copper foils, his eyes fixed intently on the cuneiform words, his body shaking uncontrollably as if having a stroke.
"This is the magic potion formula! I recognize all these words! Thank the Ice and Snow Goddess!" The Mage murmured with tears swelling in his eyes.
"A potion formula to replenish magic power? We've struck gold, really hit it big this time!" The thief gasped for breath, drawing his dagger to bleed his wrist, worried he might die from an overwhelming heart attack due to excitement.
"And this!" Master Anelka waved another copper foil carved with words in his hand, trying his best to take deep breaths to calm himself, but his efforts were in vain.
