Engaging in simple exchanges of opinions, the three continued moving inward.
At the end of the first underground floor, they found stairs leading to the second underground level, and their expressions changed.
——For [Song of the Forest], this depth was already quite exaggerated.
Because beyond that lay the edge of the world.
As the floor set at the boundary of the world, its importance naturally surpassed the previous ones.
Even as they just stepped onto the stairs, they could already sll a special scent.
"Cough, cough, cough——"
Martha, who first walked into the second underground level, couldn’t help but shiver.
This mysterious space seed to be perated with so ancient and cold force, preserving the existence of things at a special mont.
Then she glanced around.
They realized that compared to the treasures on the first floor or the collections on the second, everything paled in comparison to this second underground level.
Because in the third layer behind the wealth and products, this place stored things related to the mysterious side!
In this spacious second underground floor, twenty-four independent small altars stood prominently. Unlike the wondrous music system of [Song of the Forest], they each emitted pure and powerful magic power, seemingly warning anyone entering the altar’s realm.
Surrounding the entire space, the walls had sixteen blue candle holders, bringing an eerie blue light and a cold touch here.
Pure mystical creations, utterly distinct from the system of [Song of the Forest].
No doubt, this place was likely established long ago, right when the Holy City began to collapse, and [Song of the Forest] was initially set up, fully built by casters from the church.
Sensing the specialty of this place.
Costate imdiately stepped forward, moving to the edge of the floor, and extended his hand to touch a fla on a lit candle holder.
The next mont, the maid sighed in relief:
"Sir, these candles use mysterious techniques."
"Their light can stabilize the state of objects, bringing a protective effect."
Confirming that the candlelight wouldn’t harm them, the three then approached, continuing to check the status of the altars.
Things were simpler than they had imagined.
Because on the front of each altar stood a specially engraved stone tablet. It recorded the na and function of the object preserved in each altar.
Ronald, with his linguistic comprehension ability, directly read the one closest to them:
"[Thunder Secret Scroll]"
"This scroll can create powerful lightning attacks at night, eliminating all vile dark creatures."
"Saint’s relic!" Ronald had just finished speaking when Martha exclaid, "This is a Saint’s relic, I’ve only seen it in the church’s records, it is clearly an irrecoverable secret scroll!"
After revealing the origin of this item, Martha cald her emotions before continuing:
"Rumor has it that because it possesses excessively strong power, it once hard its user, and the church imposed very strict restrictions on it."
Ronald shrugged:
"Then things are simple."
"Each of these twenty-four altars probably holds a Saint’s relic. And the reason they appear here might be because they could potentially harm the holder?"
Speaking this, Ronald moved around, continuing to read the records on other altars:
"[Stone of Mountains]"
"Activated by holy words, this stone can possess the weight of a mountain."
"[Blade of Fireflies]"
"In the hands of soone filled with courage, this sword’s blade will pour forth undifferentiated devouring magical flas..."
Ronald continued to look back, after reading the contents of a few altars, Martha suddenly spoke:
"Mr. Ronald, I... I think we can try..."
"Try?"
Martha’s tone was hesitant, and when Ronald turned his head to look, Martha’s expression was still in turmoil, her gaze constantly flitting between Ronald and the altars.
He imdiately realized the Saintly Priest’s intention:
"Martha, do you an... to take out the Saint’s relics here and let us use them?"
At this mont, Martha also made a decision, and thus nodded firmly:
"That’s right."
"To make ands for the mistakes the church left behind, I believe they should be utilized now."
Ronald scratched his head, feeling a little awkward.
Normally, he might have been courteous with her.
But now the burden of dealing with [Nine Commandnts Covenant] lay on his shoulders, and he couldn’t refuse Martha’s suggestion because of reasons like this.
"Really, doesn’t this an I owe your church a favor again?" Ronald accepted the plan with a bitter smile.
"It’s you offering help and support to us." Martha solemnly corrected him, "Besides, if it weren’t for your generosity in handing the key, you’d have had the chance to claim everything here as your own."
At this point, there was naturally no reason to continue being polite.
Ronald had already noticed sothing quite intriguing, so he naturally turned around and stepped forward, approaching the target altar.
Shua—
The next mont, the magic power of the altar surrounded him.
When Ronald opened the wooden box at the center of the altar and took out a cloak that looked gray and unremarkable, a certain magical marking attached itself to him.
"Hmm?"
Holding the cloak in his hands, Ronald slightly raised an eyebrow.
He didn’t sense any danger from the altar’s magic, this spell seed to be so sort of mark for those who took the possessions of the Saint with sha?
Thinking this, Ronald returned to his companions:
"This thing is called the Silent Light Cloak."
"As long as you wear this and expend magic power, the wearer can instantly teleport to any place within sight where there is light, with a cooldown of only about five minutes."
"This is a relic of Saint Martin." Martha imdiately recognized the origin of this Saint’s legacy, "Saint Martin once reclaid the people’s property from dreadful dark wizards for the poor. He finally tore his body apart in a warped space during a continuous act of righteousness."
Martha’s eyes were full of devotion at the ntion of the Saint.
In contrast, Ronald’s expression darkened.
After all, in the tale of the Saint from her perspective, the so-called dark wizards were probably just unaffiliated casters like them.
"Ah, I recall this thing seems pretty good as well..."
Ronald intended to pick another Saint’s relic to dispel the awkwardness on his face.
But this ti, he had only taken two steps before a gentle force from the altar resisted him, eventually nudging him out softly.
Ronald instantly realized.
—The mark left on him by the previous altar.
—Was having so kind of magical rejection with the altar in front of him.
"Does this an only one item per person?"
Just as Ronald mumbled this, Costate went in to clarify to the master.
Sure enough, the maid who hadn’t taken any item from the altar smoothly went inside, opened a wooden box and took out a pair of black lace gloves.
Afterwards, Costate tried to enter another altar.
Sure enough, like Ronald, she too couldn’t continue further after being marked.
So, the maid naturally asked:
"Sir, do you need to break this repelling spell?"
Upon hearing this, Martha, who was observing everything, quickly stepped forward to stop her:
"Wait! Miss Costate, please hold on!"
"If I’m not mistaken, this should be a protective barrier. Forcibly breaking it might make the altar destroy the items stored inside!"
This ti, Ronald was quite open-minded:
"If that’s the case, then let’s each take one item. There’s no need to risk damaging this place any further."
Saying this, Ronald went over to the altar and explained the function of the item Costate held:
"Costate, these gloves you have are called ’Tide’."
"As long as you put them on, you can directly touch or manipulate invisible magic powers with your hands. It holds great power and significance, and I think this is a treasure most suitable for you!"
Costate imdiately understood.
Directly touching and interfering with magic, for her originally a creation of spellwork, this was an extrely fitting item!
Martha explained as before:
"’Tide’ belonged to Lady Leal, and it’s extrely dangerous!"
"It’s said that continuous use of this item may even cause the user to beco assimilated with magical powers and ultimately lose their physical body!"
Costate seed not to hear Martha’s warning; her eyes were only on Ronald:
"Sir, I understand!"
After Costate and Ronald, naturally, it was Martha’s turn to choose.
However, unlike Ronald who leaned towards functionality, and Costate who obtained the gloves by chance.
Martha did not pursue outstanding power, but instead, with a devout deanor after Ronald explained the nas and functions of the Saint’s relics one by one, chose a relic called the ’Wilderness Shepherd’s Staff’.
This staff did not enhance strength or had magical enhancent effects. Its only special feature was granting its holder a significant boost in spiritual will.
In front of Ronald and Costate, Martha solemnly expressed her reason for choosing it:
"This staff cos from my most revered Saint Milian. In his lifeti, he was not a renowned priest or hero, but he died protecting the shepherd’s flock for faith and promise."
After hearing Martha’s explanation.
Ronald pondered for a mont and then replied:
"A staff symbolizing promise and guardianship, I think it suits you well, Martha."
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