Chapter 2294 – Two Epic Items
What I said was half true and half false, omitting the content about the King of Destruction but retaining some of the real details about the mine, the research society, and the magic apparatus. I felt that by retaining some of the adventure, they would believe I was telling the truth.
“So you two went on an adventure?” The Pope breathed a sigh of relief. Going on an adventure was still quite normal.
This world is full of secrets where danger and opportunity coexist. Many places are rumored to hide lost treasures, even legendary equipment left by ancient powerhouses, but they are also accompanied by many dangers.
Many professional adventurer teams and treasure hunters venture out to find these hidden treasures left by their predecessors. Sometimes, small organizations or sects that are struggling to make ends meet will also try their hand at being treasure hunters to raise funds.
For the Church of Gluttony, a poor church that is often on the brink of starvation, financial worries are a constant. They have engaged in various money-making ventures, and being treasure hunters is naturally one of them, so my explanation was not unusual.
“How did you get involved with the followers of the Outsider Demon? None of that guy’s subordinate sects are easy to deal with,” the old scholar said. The Outsider Demon’s reputation was infamous.
“We couldn’t help it. It wasn’t that we wanted to provoke them; they got there first. And our target wasn’t us, but the research society. We were just caught in the crossfire,” Karina said, understanding my intention. Now that her consciousness had returned to normal, she took the initiative to explain.
She then recounted our battle with the Witch Society and how we were betrayed and ambushed by the Vice President. The details of our actions during the fight were enough to prove that she was telling the truth, at least about that particular battle.
“As long as your identities weren’t exposed, that’s fine. But don’t be so reckless in the future. And since you successfully obtained the sealed magic apparatus, won’t you show it to everyone?” the Pope asked.
It was clear that he still didn’t entirely believe our story. The others were also looking at us, waiting for us to produce a magic apparatus that could prove the objective of our actions.
“Certainly, if you want to see it, then see as much as you want.” I raised my hand, and a purple orb appeared in my palm. Karina placed a charred staff on the table.
“This is… a good item!” The fly-man’s compound eyes, one on each side, stared intently at both magic items, as did everyone else. Anyone with a discerning eye, even if they hadn’t felt their aura, should be able to recognize their extraordinariness.
“A divine artifact, no, almost…” “Stronger than legendary, an Epic-grade magic apparatus?” the ogre’s two heads said simultaneously, one to the left and one to the right.
“It was once a quasi-divine artifact with great potential, but it was corrupted and transformed by different types of magic energy, causing it to drop one rank. What a pity,” the old scholar could tell at a glance what these two magic items had likely gone through.
If the old scholar had good eyesight, the Pope’s perception was even stronger. After a brief glance at the staff and the orb, he seemed to discover something: “These two magic items carry the aura of Our Lord, but their natures are not entirely the same. Could they be related to one of Our Lord’s Avatars?”
“Yes, although we can’t be completely sure, according to the literature, it’s highly possible it’s related to the King of Destruction,” Karina said casually. Currently, only she and I knew that the King of Destruction was sealed beneath the mine, so there was no way for her to be exposed.
“The King of Destruction. If I remember correctly, He descended with His two brothers, causing immense disaster, but was eventually destroyed, or according to some, sealed, by a certain religious organization at a great cost. I wonder if there’s any relation to these two magic items,” the old scholar said.
He was truly knowledgeable, knowing even such ancient events. Perhaps because this matter was related to the King of Destruction, the Church of Gluttony would have encountered some records while researching related religious history. Several Glutton believers also mentioned having heard of this event.
While they were speaking, the two magic items were passed around. Everyone praised them highly, but it seemed no one recognized them, especially the staff that was once famous in history, the Horadric Staff.
After all, even the Archmage who sealed the Demon God had his name long forgotten in the river of history. Time flows, and it always makes humans forget many things.
“Alright, since there are no other questions, return the magic items to them. However, you two should also be careful and avoid putting yourselves in danger in the future,” the Pope reminded them.
In reality, he probably could tell that we had concealed some part of the story, but that no longer mattered. Everyone in the church had their own privacy. If every private matter were to be scrutinized, the relationships between believers would fall apart. It was enough to confirm that they posed no harm to the Church of Gluttony.
“Let’s move on to the next matter. Saintess, where are you now? By my calculations, you should have already arrived in Genoa,” the Pope asked me again.
According to the agreement at the last meeting, I was supposed to send a message to the Pope upon my arrival in Genoa, and he would come to meet me. However, the Pope probably waited and waited without receiving my signal, perhaps thinking I had missed it.
“There was a slight hitch. We stopped at the Balearic Islands because a murder occurred on the ship, so we were forced to cooperate with the police investigation. However, the case has been resolved, and I have set off again. I should arrive soon,” I said honestly again. Anyway, with the Pope’s intelligence capabilities, it should be very simple for him to find out what happened there.
“A mere murder case would cause the police to specifically stop your ship and detain you for inspection? And for several days? Are you sure you won’t have any problems?” one of the Glutton believers asked dismissively.
For these cultists, killing someone was probably not a big deal. The key was that the police wouldn’t conduct thorough searches; they would often just record it briefly, conduct a perfunctory on-site investigation or two, and then let people go.
“No, the reason the police acted this way was because those murders were related to some mysterious events. However, I have already been cleared of suspicion and left. This matter no longer concerns me,” I said.
Since I had spoken with the Despair Double Sound, they had not appeared before me. However, I vaguely felt that they had not gone far and were still following me, possibly somewhere on the cargo ship now.
There was nothing I could do about it. As long as they didn’t want to show themselves, I had almost no way to flush them out. Moreover, I couldn’t just leave them on Mallorca. If they caused trouble again and truly attracted the attention of the Bourbon family, the situation would be even worse.
Now, I could only pray that Sebastian could quickly find a clue and break the stalemate in this matter.
