Chapter 515
Eivass: You’ll Get in Touch
Eivass didn’t bring much luggage… After all, anything sold in Avalon would definitely be sold in the Eternal Holy Kingdom as well.
The Eternal Holy Kingdom had no regulations for extraordinary individuals. Both ritual materials and alchemical potions were much easier to obtain there than in Avalon. No matter what they needed, buying it upon arrival would be the same.
As for Sherlock… at Eivass’s advice, he also only brought one change of clothes. However, he carried many books and notebooks with him, clearly not intending to stop studying and researching even while traveling in the Eternal Holy Kingdom.
They entrusted their Grimoires to Bishop Mathers’ family, while Yulia was handed over to Isabel and Shafiya by Eivass for care. Although Lixia was the strongest in Avalon, her personality was clearly not a good match for the quiet Yulia.
Now Eivass only had a small travel suitcase, the size of a medical kit, steadily carried by Lily behind him.
The most numerous and space-consuming item inside was only one thing.
—That was money.
A whole box of it, with seventy percent of its space filled with cash. And all of it was in paper currency.
There were a total of twenty thousand white crown coins, ten thousand of which were ten white crowns in denomination, and ten thousand were twenty white crowns—twenty was already the largest denomination of white crown coins.
This totaled three hundred thousand white crown coins… which was twenty times the welcome gift that the genius Albert received from Prince Heinrich, also known as Count Leipzig.
Haina had now been officially promoted and transferred to the Arbitration Hall. But her annual salary was only three thousand white coins… and this was already twenty-five times that of an ordinary company employee.
She would need a hundred years of not eating or drinking to earn the amount of money in Eivass’s box.
Although it was not on the same scale as the exorbitant loan of “six million Starlight Antimony gold coins” provided by Grandet, this was the most liquid funds Eivass could obtain in a short period without affecting the Moriarty Family’s business.
Eivass brought so much money for a simple reason.
—Shopping!
As the true center of the world, the Eternal Holy Kingdom was a place where one could even encounter Fifth Tier powerhouses from all over the world.
When Eivass disembarked, he had already felt the bizarre and colorful atmosphere.
The most obvious change was the significant increase in racial diversity—
“The most complete travel guide, detailing travel suggestions, rules, and specialties for each level of the Eternal Holy Kingdom! Essential for first-time visitors, only five gold coins or eight white crowns!”
“Authentic handmade Elf clothing! All sizes available, fair prices, suitable for everyone from Trolls to Goblins! You must wear it when you come to the Eternal Holy Kingdom, and buy a new set when you leave! The best gift for visiting relatives and friends!”
“Seasickness medicine, high-quality seasickness medicine, anyone? Produced by Quicksilver Workshop, takes effect instantly!”
Before Eivass had even left the port, he heard the sharp cries of the Goblins hawking their wares.
The noisy chaos made it impossible to imagine that this was the Eternal Holy Kingdom, known for its serenity and slow pace of life.
The Goblins’ hawking was as shrewd as ever—they always managed to sell the most suitable items to customers at the most appropriate time and place.
Eivass reached out and took the suitcase, then quietly said to Lily, “Go buy two sets of clothes.”
“What about mine?”
Sherlock, hearing this, immediately leaned in.
Although he was reserved and aloof to outsiders, he was becoming increasingly shameless towards Eivass. This was probably due to them becoming close.
“I’m buying them for both of you,”
Eivass said calmly. “I’m wearing a Priest’s robe, so I don’t need to change.”
As he spoke, he opened the suitcase, took out two 20-denomination white coins, and handed them to Lily.
This scene was clearly seen by passers-by.
From a distance, three Trolls saw them and began to whisper to each other.
Sherlock’s expression instantly tensed. His demeanor turned sharp and cold, and he tightened his grip on his cane.
“—You didn’t prepare any change?”
He lowered his voice and said to Eivass.
“No need.”
Eivass said indifferently, glancing at the three Trolls from afar.
One of the Trolls suddenly sensed something, and quickly nudged the shoulders of the other two Trolls, whose skin color was different from his, and whispered something urgently in their ears.
They immediately showed fear. With awe, they bowed to Eivass and fled.
The thinnest of them—he was probably only about two meters twenty-three tall, without the soft excess fat on his belly. Apart from his oily green skin, he looked like a strong, fanged human. But he was the most terrified of Eivass. If not for his friends holding him back, he would have probably knelt down and kowtowed to Eivass.
“…What’s going on?”
Sherlock frowned slightly, thinking of something. “Is it because of your Transcendent Path level?”
“Precisely. These ignorant and uncivilized Trolls have great reverence for Great Shamans… The elder of a large tribe is usually a Great Shaman.”
Eivass nodded.
Trolls naturally had an affinity for herbs, rituals, and curses. While they had lost their affinity for most Paths, their affinity for the Paths of Transcendence, Love, and Adaptation was much higher… And in the Troll cultural hierarchy, Ritualists were generally superior to Hunters, who were superior to Curse Masters.
Eivass gestured towards them, speaking softly to Sherlock. “See, that green-skinned Troll is a Hunter, because they smear their skin with a type of grass juice for extended periods. This allows them to camouflage in the jungle and not leave any scent behind. The other one is likely an Apothecary or a Curse Master… his skin is reddish and fragile, a testament to the long-term application of curse blood.”
“Curse blood?” Sherlock asked with some confusion.
“…Ah, just think of it as a kind of addictive shit.”
Eivass didn’t want to elaborate, so he gave a simple summary: “Trolls don’t have many materials they can use, and Curse Masters can only use simple materials. The slightly more expensive materials have been sold to Goblins by the elders… Therefore, the most common universal materials are blood, shit, and urine.
“So I don’t recommend you buy any medicine from Trolls. Regardless of the price, you’ll regret it.”
“…I understand, you don’t need to say any more.”
Sherlock’s expression immediately turned unpleasant.
Seeing his expression, Eivass looked surprised. “Wait… did you buy something before?”
“…Let’s talk about another one,”
Sherlock coughed twice, forcefully changing the subject. “That one is a Ritualist, right? His skin is dark brown… this should be the original mark from not having applied anything.”
“Yes, at most he’s applied some oil. Palm oil, coconut oil, shea butter—they use oil instead of water to wash their bodies. The highest-ranking Great Shamans use virgin baby blood mixed with olive oil to ensure the purity of their souls.”
Eivass calmly watched their receding figures. “This should be the child of some Great Shaman, accompanied by two guards, who has come to the Eternal Holy Kingdom… Otherwise, given their Troll status, they wouldn’t be able to reach the Eternal Holy Kingdom at all.”
Whether as individuals or as commodities— the Eternal Holy Kingdom did not allow the sale of Trolls.
“Still, be careful of them,”
Sherlock continued in a low voice. “After all, their position allows them to see how much money you have in your box… They might just report your whereabouts.”
“…To be honest, this amount of money is nothing in the Eternal Holy Kingdom.”
Eivass said in a normal voice. “Besides, someone local will pick us up—Lulu told me she’s already contacted someone.”
When they built Crescent Moon Manor back then, Beyad had lent them more than this amount just in loans.
This amount of money might be a large sum in Avalon, but compared to these people… Avalon could only be considered a backwater.
While they were talking, Lily had already returned with two packages.
Sherlock noticed that the packages containing the clothes were exquisite just from their outer wrapping itself— intricate and detailed patterns, like a type of hand-knitted scarf popular among the Iris people in recent years.
“After unwrapping this bag, it can be made into a scarf. It’s called an ‘Elf Pocket,’ and one of the Iris people’s scarf patterns is a replica of it.”
As if guessing what Sherlock was thinking, Eivass explained from the side.
“…You haven’t been to the Eternal Holy Kingdom before, have you?”
Sherlock asked with a doubtful expression. “How do you know so much?”
“I am a Priest,”
Eivass said with a smile, without answering directly.
Just then.
A gasp, accompanied by a sudden silence, came from the most crowded area.
—It felt like a stealthy homeroom teacher had appeared silently at the back door of a chaotic classroom. Without any communication, the noisy sounds in the classroom were instantly extinguished.
It was a group of seven elves, beautiful in appearance and tall and straight in posture.
Even if one didn’t recognize their outfits, just looking at their mounts would be enough to identify their status.
Six of them wore elven silver armor that covered about half of their bodies, draped with white cloaks, and rode white-winged Pegasi. They were of different genders, but all wore silvery-white metal eye coverings—symbolizing the core principle of the Pope’s Guard: [No Sight].
The one leading them was completely flawless pure white, without any other color, shining brightly under the sun.
She wore white thigh-high stockings and white silk gloves on her hands. A white silk ribbon covered her eyes, and a silvery-white veil was worn behind her white hair. Her white robe looked like a wedding dress… and her ears were the sharpest and longest Eivass had ever seen on an elf. Compared to humans, who often had round or square faces, her chin was noticeably sharper, and her skin was whiter, which were characteristics of pure-blooded elves.
She rode a Unicorn, symbolizing the highest authority in the Eternal Holy Kingdom—the Unicorn’s status in the Eternal Holy Kingdom was equivalent to, or even higher than, that of full knight armor in Avalon.
Already over two meters tall, combined with the majestic Unicorn, the silent girl appeared as majestic as a white sculpture.
…Damn it, why did she come?
Eivass’s heart skipped a beat.
Isabel, how could you have contacted her!
He didn’t know many people in the Eternal Holy Kingdom. After all, those Cardinals in the game were almost all exaggerated face-actors, and the bishops of lower ranks were generally the same models… But he definitely knew this person. Or rather, no player would not know her.
Not only was she extremely popular on the forums, but she was also very popular in doujinshi.
This was the Eternal Saintess “Pure White” who would soon cause unrest in the Eternal Holy Kingdom. The “Pure White” Eivass had seen during his Ascension Ritual should be her.
Thinking thus, Eivass took two steps forward, bowed with his hand on his chest, and knelt on one knee before this beautiful, noble, yet silently quiet elf.
“—May the Fire of the Candlemaster illuminate your path, Your Highness the Saintess. It has been a long time.”
Hearing this, the Saintess tilted her head in confusion.
But she replied, “It has been a long time.”
(End of this chapter)
