The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 567

Sylvia's POV:

I took out the transparent gemstone and, to my surprise, there was a manual in the box.

The manual explained that the gemstone would be transparent when not in use. However, after the user dripped their own blood onto it, the gemstone would turn pale pink, and from then on, it would only be effective for this user. The gemstone would then become hot when someone who was related to the user by blood was within one meter of the user.

To put it simply, this gem could be used to recognize its user's relatives.

I remembered that there was a simple mention of this gem in the book I had readjust now. I was under the impression that it was a powerful tool, but it was just a low level magical item. Other than recognizing relatives, it was useless! Besides, it was easy to produce and didn't cost that much. Such trinkets were easy to find in the black market.

Realizing this, I pursed my lips unhappily and put the gem back into the wooden box. "It's useless."

"What do you mean?" Flora picked up the box I had just set aside and shouted excitedly, "Aren't you looking for your father? This could be helpful!"

I paused in my tracks. Flora had no idea that I had taken Edwin's blood for a paternity test before I left the imperial capital city.

If the test result showed that Edwin was really my father, then I had no need for this gem.

But Flora looked so hopeful that I didn't have the heart to refuse her.

"I guess I could hold onto it first." I took the box from her and looked at the gem again. Suddenly, I felt a bit of wonder. How could this ordinary gem recognize relatives?

"Then you'd better put your blood on it already so that it'll respond only to you! If something happens and it is stained with someone else's blood, then it'll really be useless." Flora kept urging me persistently.

I felt helpless. "The pendant's in its box. I doubt someone else's blood will stain it."

I knew Flora was just looking out for me. It was touching to see how enthusiastic she was to help me find my father. Before I met Edwin, Flora had even gone so far as to send sketches of the pattern on the piece of the cloth my mother had left to me to her pack, asking her father to help her investigate the matter.

"Why take the risk?" As Flora spoke, she grabbed my hand, and before I understood what she was up to, she bit the tip of my finger.

Flora had moved so fast that I wasn't able to stop her.