Crystals of various different uses refracted sparkling flashes, making this place look like a Crystal Palace.
The bald Master revealed a joyful expression as though he was returning ho, he hopped to the center of the room and turned on a crystal crafting table.
"Aha! My babies, did you miss ?"
"Today, we’re going to do sothing super big and super thrilling!"
"This will be a piece of Super Spiritual Power firearms like never before."
"First, it must have extrely powerful force; the current Spiritual Energy firearms are too weak, easily phased out after the apprenticed period. Spiritual Energy is power, so it must have a huge capacity for Spiritual Energy. Star Marrow Gold, co!"
"Then, it also needs an extrely powerful Spiritual Energy compression system! Star Light Ruby, co!"
"It also needs trendous Spiritual Energy conductivity! True Silver, co!"
"The Spiritual Power Field must be highly impactful, Sun Crystal, co!"
"Of course, it must be in sync with its owner. Rod, pierce your Soul, squeeze out your Spirituality!"
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In the Crystal Palace where Spiritual Energy glittered, the bald Master toiled, drenched in sweat, while the materials in Rod’s hands diminished one by one.
In the end, only one Sun Crystal was left.
Rod thought with slight regret that it seed Molly did have her limits, they calculated one piece too many.
"Molly, can it be returned?"
Molly said, "No, this one is yours. The Sun Crystal you applied for from the Royal City is impossible to get approved."
Rod was startled.
His "Kales’ Sa Temperature Cannon" was missing a Sun Crystal, and he had applied for this resource from the Royal City a few days ago, thinking he would get a response.
That Molly had even thought of this... Rod exclaid sincerely, "You’re really amazing, Molly."
Molly pushed her gold-rimd glasses up, her delicate face showing no sign of pride.
"Commander, I have to remind you that although I equally trust Theodore, your current thinking is too simplistic."
Rod laughed, "Don’t underestimate . My thoughts are super complicated, you cannot imagine how much useless rubbish is filled in there."
Molly gave him a glance, a strange feeling arising in her heart.
This man gave her conflicting impressions from the start: childish yet mature, ignorant yet well-learned, frivolous yet steady, seemingly unreliable but never disappointing when trusted.
Perhaps this was the reason Theodore valued him.
Molly thought.
Theodore’s profound wisdom must have discovered sothing incomprehensible to .
He just might bring us the dawn we need.
A faint smile appeared on Molly’s delicate cheeks, but it quickly vanished like ice under the blazing sun, replaced by a serious expression.
She took out a box from behind her and handed it to Rod.
"This is a piece of Spiritual equipnt personally crafted by Lord Horus for you. It’s your favorite style."
Is there such a good thing?
With jubilation, Rod took the box and opened it. Inside were two black silk veils.
Touching them gently, they felt fine and cool; taking a closer look upon pulling them out, Rod instantly felt sheepish.
Isn’t this just Black Silk?
Black Silk is fine, but why does it have to be my equipnt?
Rod looked at Molly with a puzzled gaze.
She pushed her glasses up again and said expressionlessly, "They are made from the finest Ice Dust Silk, bestowed with a permanent Wind Curse Mark by the best Curse Seal Master from the Holy Church. The Archbishop himself used Spiritual Energy to enhance the material, which can absorb shocks directed at the legs, significantly increasing your movent speed."
Wow!
This equipnt is so strong? Movent speed is quite important to ... Rod felt extrely regretful, "Why does it have to look like this? I haven’t seen such a custom in the Royal City."
"The King retrieved it from the peripheral stray thoughts of the Soul transmission from Lord Theodore, saying this is the type of attire you like best."
Nonsense, as a man of virtue, I don’t like such things at all!
Even if I did, it’s not for to wear.
After much internal struggle, Rod returned the box to Molly.
"I don’t want it, give it you."
Molly looked at him sternly.
"Why?"
"They made a mistake, it’s won’s clothing. It would be awkward and eye-watering for a man to wear it, turning him into a pervert."
Rod had thought Molly would try to persuade him. The unsmiling female assistant was a firm believer in the Holy Fire, and continuing the Holy Fire was the most important thing in her life.
Rejecting a powerful piece of equipnt simply because it doesn’t look right was unacceptable in her ethos.
But after hearing Rod’s explanation, she did not say a word and accepted the box with the Wind Black Silk.
Curious, Rod asked, "You... don’t mind?"
Molly said seriously, "Commander, the health of the mind is a very important matter. Accumulation of negative emotions over a long ti can cause the Soul to beco more unstable, increasing the likelihood of Darkening and eventually transforming into a crazed monster."
"They have a specific classification for such monsters called ’Fallen,’ you must have heard of them."
Rod was taken aback, "Is that so? Is there a difference between Fallen and Contaminated?"
"Yes, those who willingly embrace the dark have stronger Souls, more intense hatred and instincts for violence, and retain more complete power from before they turned, including Combat Skills and tactical wisdom."
Molly stated calmly.
"Therefore, every service sector within the Royal City, including dical, educational, and other positions, pay great attention to guiding the mind. There is a specialized Service Departnt to provide proper services for Combatants returning from bloody battles, helping them to alleviate the fatigue, tension, and violent negative emotions stemming from prolonged fighting."
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