Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 64 The King Butterfly Cloak
"Thank you for your kind offer, but my abilities are limited, and I am unable to teach you," Anser said decisively.

"Would you like to reconsider?" Sidney's smile froze; he hadn't expected anyone to refuse the Magastro family's invitation.

“The fleet will be leaving in three days, so you won’t be able to buy it even if you want to.” He racked his brains for a reason, “Besides, you don’t have to worry about your safety at all if you join the Magath family…”

“I’ll take a look at other things.” Anser waved his hand and walked away.

Sidney had no choice but to keep quiet.

Anser looked around. Most of the magical equipment was of common and excellent quality, but there were also a few high-quality items, though not many were useful.

For example, a rare-quality Transformation wand only has the Transformation attribute, no attack roll or damage roll bonus, and can't cast spells, making it even worse than a fire poker.

But it's still very expensive.

“The magic network will be restored sooner or later; the goddess of magic is probably just a little busy for now,” Sidney explained from the side, though even he himself didn’t believe it.

“Hmm~” Anser smiled without saying a word.

He examined each item one by one and came across several that caught his eye, but with limited funds, he could only choose what he needed most at the moment.

'What are my weaknesses right now? I'm afraid of being controlled by magic, I'm afraid of assassination...'

He walked up to a cloak, as light as silk, covered with colorful patterns and with wavy edges, like a beautiful butterfly.

[Magical Item: Butterfly King's Cloak]

Category: Curiosities
Rarity: Rare (requires Synchro Synchronization)

"Graceful Dance": Your cape transforms into butterfly wings, granting you the ability to fly. Your base flight speed is comparable to your running speed.

"Glamour": When you are attacked and hit by a creature, consume 1 charge, take only half the damage, and teleport to an unoccupied space within 15 feet (4.5 meters) of you.

After teleporting, you will appear in a magnificent display accompanied by a swarm of butterflies. At this point, any attack rolls against you will be at a disadvantage.

This cloak has 3 charges, and the consumed charges are automatically restored daily.

"How much?" Anser asked, feigning indifference.

“The King Butterfly Cloak, a rare item, allows for brief flight for a few seconds… Price: 3,900 gold coins,” Sidney replied.

“It’s not expensive.” Anser raised an eyebrow.

This cloak can be used by any profession, but non-spellcasters can only fly for a few seconds to tens of seconds, which is not very useful. Flying does not consume energy and cannot be sustained.

The caster can use magic to drive the flight, which can not only fly for a long time, but also actively activate "Glamour Appearance". Of course, it is generally not needed, as the Shadow Step has a much longer range.

The most valuable aspect of "Glamour Appearance" is its passive triggering, making it a life-saving skill.

Anser thought for a moment, then took out the Guardian Grail from his pocket and placed it on the table: "Help me see how much this is worth?"

The Holy Grail now has two charges. Yes, he indirectly saved dozens of people and thwarted the slave traders' plans, yet he only gained a paltry two charges!

He and Heim are incompatible, so there's not much point in keeping him around.

“A holy relic?” Sidney picked up the Holy Grail, his expression one of surprise.

"The Guardian Grail, a rare and wondrous artifact, comes with an aura of clarity and a protective radiance. A few days ago, it annihilated hundreds of undead in a single blow..." Anser described its attributes in detail, exaggerating its achievements slightly.

Although the Guardian Grail is only of rare quality, it is still a sacred item, and "Guardian Radiance" is an extremely wide-range attack spell. At this time of turmoil in the magic network, its value is immeasurable.

Many magical items are like this; their status changes drastically before and after a disaster.

Sidney and the appraiser discussed the matter for a long time, their expressions conflicted.

“The item is indeed very good. At most, I’ll price it at 35,000 gold coins. Believe me, that’s the maximum premium.” He widened his eyes to make himself appear more sincere.

“I think it’s no worse than a West Wind horseshoe; grade isn’t the core factor in determining an item’s value.” Anser truly believed this.

All magical items rely on compatibility. Without a good mount, the West Wind Horseshoe is like a dung pot with gold trim—it's not very useful.

Anyone can use the Holy Grail. You can entrust it to a Heim follower to wear for thirty days, and then take it back. It will become a nemesis of the undead. That's probably what the Nashval family did.

“It really won’t work…” Anser was silent for a moment, then poured out all the gems of various colors from the treasure pouch:
"These gems, plus today's goods, plus the Guardian Grail, in exchange for your West Wind Horseshoes, Iron Saddle, and King Butterfly Cloak!"

Sidney laid out the gems one by one; none of them were particularly valuable, worth at most a thousand or two gold coins.

He paused for a moment, thinking that it was better to earn a little less and do someone a favor: "The Magaster family is willing to be your friend. If you have the opportunity, please be sure to visit Deepwater City."

Due to the chaos in the magic network, there were indeed some disagreements within the family regarding the upbringing of their offspring. If they could invite someone to Deepwater City, it would be a way to give the steward an explanation.

"Thank you." Anser breathed a sigh of relief.

Sidney is right. Many magical items of rare quality or higher are one-of-a-kind. If you miss today, you may never see them again.

Anser pulled the Butterfly King's cloak over himself and casually picked up a magic orb with a silver chain, hanging it around his neck: "Consider this 'Directional Orb' a free gift."

This is an ordinary magical item. Apart from serving as an arcane artifact, it can only be used to determine direction and is not expensive.

He only had three slots for synchronization. The storage ring, the royal butterfly cloak, and the protective cloak were indispensable for the battle, so he had to give up the Divine Berry Staff and temporarily give it to Finn so that he could still have berries to eat.

“No problem, take another look, is there anything else you need?” Sidney packed the horseshoes and saddle into the leather case and handed it to Anser with both hands.

“Look at this,” Anser waved to the two men, Blatt and Anser, who were in a daze.

"Oh, okay." Blatt seemed to snap out of a daze; he had just personally experienced a transaction involving tens of thousands of gold coins, and his mind was still blank.

Anser carried his suitcase, completely satisfied.

When Blatter and his partner are selecting armor, they usually need to try it on and make adjustments on the spot according to their body shape, which is quite time-consuming.

He simply hid in a corner, closed his eyes, and meditated, trying to synchronize with the Queen Butterfly Cloak as soon as possible. He would be able to fly into the sky in just one hour.
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Meanwhile, at Silverscale Bay Wharf.

A medium-sized sailboat slowly docked, and a group of adventurers jumped off. They chatted and laughed all the way, but their eyes secretly observed the surroundings with a hint of vigilance.

At a berth not far from them, a medium-sized sailboat without a name was being cleaned and repaired, with constant clanging and banging sounds filling the air.

"That looks like the Conch Shell?" an adventurer asked doubtfully, his accent harsh.

"It's not just a feeling, it is!"

"This... is utterly arrogant..."

"Stop looking." A gaunt young man raised an object that resembled a compass in his hand. The white pointer trembled slightly, then steadily pointed to the right front. "There's a reaction."

"What is that place?"

"Silver Scale Cargo Yard".

"Ah, isn't it Moonshadow Kuiling?"

The group exchanged glances and immediately sensed something was wrong.

The group mingled with the crowd and soon arrived at the bustling market. After passing through the noisy open-air market, they could see a tall, handsome black horse circling a wooden building in the distance.

Curious glances frequently fell upon it, but no one dared to approach.

"so far so good……"

"What's so good about it? Look at that flag. If the Holy Grail really falls into Waterdeep's hands, then..."

"Who would be willing to sell something like the Holy Grail?"

"Ha, that's someone else. Can this one be compared to that?"

For the Ammunition, who lack magical abilities, and the clergy, who have lost their spellcasting abilities, the Holy Grail is now worth far more than it used to be, at least several times more. But for a certain genius sorcerer, it doesn't seem to matter that much.

"Go, pretend to steal a horse, and lure him out."

"I?"

"Otherwise what? Don't worry, we're not the main force, the real ones are..."

(End of this chapter)