879: 299.
An unlucky face can’t beat the lucky hand, probability can’t defeat mysticism_2 879: 299.
An unlucky face can’t beat the lucky hand, probability can’t defeat mysticism_2 Although I seldom ride horses as a Vampire, I do keep a demonic hunting steed at the Witch Hunter’s stable.
I’ve got to equip my battle steed with this fine trinket to make it the brightest star in the paddock, all to catch the attention of those proud little mares.
I’m already a pitiful single dog; I can’t let my mount join in this “widowed” life, can I?
“Really, watching this kind of thing could make happy all day, and I’d never tire of it.”
Murphy, with his hands behind his back, turned to Maxim whose expression was hard to read, and said:
“This kind of pure joy is most heartwarming, Mark.
Do you rember the last ti you were this happy?”
“Should be when I had my First Embrace and proved my worth, right?”
Maxim pondered for a mont and replied:
“But such pure joy is indeed rare in my life.
I must say, our Warriors are always easily satisfied.
As you’ve remarked, they don’t even ask for money; truly, they are the easiest to maintain, the finest rcenaries on this continent.”
“Hmm, I think you should also find joy that’s yours to claim.”
Murphy said:
“Just recently, when I was looking for the Famous Sword – Griffin Greatsword for Kudell, I found another famous weapon that you can use…”
“No, Master, I do not need it.”
Maxim shook his head, declining:
“I am a Transylvanian; I will find useful items for myself.
The weapons you’ve collected should be used in more appropriate scenarios, like rewarding your Warriors.
Their loyalty has a price, clearly not as pure as my priceless loyalty.”
“Ah, this is the first ti I’ve heard a Vampire sing his own praises; it’s quite hair-raising.”
Natalie retorted:
“Mr.
Maxim, do you also belong to the Smooth-Talkers?
I think your self-praise is enough to make those sycophants at Louis’ Royal Court feel ashad.”
“I’m just telling the truth and, if it makes you happy, my master did indeed once give a nickna, ‘Smooth-Talker Mark’.”
Maxim shrugged, about to retort, when Murphy suddenly interrupted:
“Soone’s about to reveal a treasure, look!”
“???”
Natalie’s expression changed slightly as she said:
“We placed them randomly, how could you know who will find it?”
“Mark it, my dear President.”
Murphy sighed, his hand on his forehead:
“Do you really think this kind of thing is completely random?
You’re too naïve.
As these are Sacred Artifacts of the Avalon God, would it not be a sha if a Vampire were to hold them in their hands, letting down the glory of the Avalon God?
As a ssenger of God, you should learn to proclaim his majesty.
Do I really have to teach you this?”
“The loot is here!”
An excited shout rose from the edge of the camp; the ow Brother’s group of seven were almost crazily happy!
Because just now, after opening thirteen Treasure Chests and gaining seven bottles of high-quality Sword Oil, three bundles of bandages, and three sets of Witch Hunter Veteran armor parts, Frostfang’s Claw finally proved his “Little Red Hand” credentials.
When the fourteenth Treasure Chest was opened, a lingering green glow had already proved the presence of a treasure.
Even Ya Ya was startled by it.
After all, based on his observation just monts before, the highest Quality that these hunting chests could yield was at most Veteran level craftsmanship, which, although not bad, proved that everyone’s prior discussions were correct—such widely distributed chests were unlikely to contain anything particularly good.
However, reality swiftly slapped that assumption in the face, also proving that luck was far from an empty tale.
In the midst of the ecstatic celebrations from the Black Hand group of seven, Ya Ya reached into the chest and pulled out the wooden single-handed War hamr.
For him, a Thief and Wanderer specialized in Agility, the item was quite heavy, but it was also very elegant and holy in design.
The single-handed hamr was made of wood, adorned with erald green, highly regular wood grain, and across the body of the hamr, carved in the image of the Avalon Church’s falcon emblem, silver holy scriptures were inscribed.
Written by hand and then engraved with special techniques, the elegant lines on it alone proved the “artistic value” of the item.
The sense of Strength also stemd from the erald glow that enveloped the hamr, as well as the delicate vines wrapped around the handle and the base of the hamr head, and the “equipnt effect” of blossoming and withering flowers.
Even without Item Identification, one could tell it was extraordinary.
Most importantly in the realm of identification, Frostfang’s Claw was also an expert, recognizing at a glance that the item had been completed for at least a century, its wood worn, indicating it was an exceptional ancient artifact.
“Here you go!”
Feeling the onset of social anxiety as more and more little players crowded around to “suck up the luck,” Ya Ya threw the hamr to Wuioge before zipping into the shadows with a whoosh.
Mama mia!
There are so many people; I feel like I could be trampled to death any second now.
But Wuioge didn’t care, and in front of everyone, he activated Item Identification:
Na: Invincible Avalon Church Classical Ceremonial Tool
Quality: Artisan – [Faith Instrunt] Commander
Traits: Highly Efficient Purification – Highly Efficient Heavy Strike – Enhancent Armor Break – Enhancent Critical Hit – Self Repair
Effects:
I.
Saint’s Heart:
When wielded by an Avalon Believer, each attack has a chance to trigger [Divine Spirit’s Condemnation], inflicting [ntal Deterrence] and [Attack Weakening] effects on the enemy.
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