Brain bloom

Before Mori even began his introduction, a connoisseur with a serious expression sensed an extremely strong divine power emanating from the sword. The connoisseur immediately pushed through the crowd, approached the sword, and marveled at it for a long time.

“What a sacred weapon—wait, you’re saying…this is the murder weapon of a deranged serial killer?” The connoisseur was speechless.

"Um...this..."

Mori interrupted the long introduction that was not yet finished. The script that he had worked so hard to memorize might have to be torn up now.

Sure enough, the gasps of amazement that had been rising and falling disappeared, replaced by solemn faces and shifty eyes.

Curiosity, skepticism, and astonishment.

She was overwhelmed by a mix of emotions.

Unconsciously, Mori felt a sudden urge to back down, wanting to immediately enter a godlike state and destroy the evidence. After all, time couldn't be reversed, and her description didn't quite match the actual items.

According to her setup, this is an old knife used by a serial killer, a terrifying item passed down from generation to generation of deranged killers.

Bloodstains and rust mark its history.

but……

But somehow, this guy wasn't evil at all; instead, he possessed a rich, divine power that made the surrounding air so sweet it seemed to heal wounds.

No matter how you look at it, it's a rare and sacred object.

Oh right, Mori remembered now, this is something forged by the true god... Just like dandelion socks, this kind of thing often happens, incorporating the nature of the coffin bearer.

"Hey, what exactly is this thing... which faction is it from?" Master Woodpecker panicked.

This also confirms its conjecture; perhaps the Four Seasons really do want to find something to humiliate it.

At this moment, Mori gave a cold laugh.

It seemed to mock the perspective of ordinary people, its chill penetrating to the bone.

“You are all so naive,” she said softly.

"What do you mean?"

"You interrupted me with your shallow and shameful common sense before I even finished introducing it? Ha, this is the sacred object I forged... the sacred object I presented. You are not qualified to criticize it." After saying this with utmost contempt, Mori forced himself to show a mocking face.

"Why did you change your tune? You weren't talking about an evil, murderous blade just now..."

"—Shut up and listen to me... I ask you, do you know why the true God is the true God?"

"What do you mean, little girl... didn't you tell us to shut up...?"

“Because the true God can even tolerate the most cruel and deranged killers.” Her tone softened.

Immediately, a series of gasps filled the air. These people instantly realized that Sen Shi's introduction was indeed correct. Her arrogant tone was also well-founded.

This auction item is exceptional and extraordinary!

It was indeed the murder weapon of the deranged killer; it certainly looked vicious and sinister.

But the story isn't over yet. Perhaps the murderer suddenly had an epiphany and was redeemed by the holy God. From then on, the murderer reformed, and his faith and remorse became so sincere that they could even embrace the murderous blade that should have been filled with violence, purifying it into a sacred object of this degree.

This is the real story of this sacred relic!

"This...this...what an extraordinary treasure!"

"It witnessed the most vicious darkness, and was warmed and saved by the light of God!"

"The value of this sacred object is simply immeasurable!"

Even Master Woodpecker and Dandelion stared at Sen Shi with surprise, unable to tell whether what she said was true or false. She had clearly been banging on the stove all morning!

"That's right! At least you guys have some understanding!"

Sen Shi, his face flushed red, gritted his teeth and shouted.

"And there's something even more astonishing! Do you know which true god's power of compassion this is?"

"Could it be..."

As Mori closed the box, under the lingering gazes of the people, he suddenly raised his hand forcefully and pointed to the statue of the true god that had always stood to protect Silver Ring City.

"Yes, the coffin bearers!"

"God..."

"A sacred artifact of this caliber... no wonder that divine aura was so powerful just now."

“I once met the Pope in the Kingdom of the Holy Coffin, and his aura of holiness was just as strong as it had been just now…”

Mori nodded, putting away his disdain and adopting a serious expression.

"Aren't you going to protect it?"

……

The dinner hosted by Master Woodpecker was held at the city lord's private castle.

Built on a cliff by the sea, it is exquisite and elegant. Walking in front, you can overlook the entire Silver Ring City, and even reach the border of the Holy Coffin Kingdom. Stepping into the back, you can see the entire coastline.

It is rarely open to the public and is rarely this lively.

This was a banquet that was held unexpectedly, but everyone put aside their troublesome matters and accepted it directly.

It sounds intriguing: an auction where you can splurge and have fun, and a legendary chef preparing a special dinner as a thank you gift. Nothing could be more appealing.

Those who received the invitation were all important figures.

The Lone Wolf is ranked among the top ten adventurers on the leaderboard.

The second-largest online chamber of commerce in the entire coffin-sending culture circle is "Destiny Warning".

The archbishop presides over one of the thirteen world-renowned churches, which is hailed as a "divine creation."

And, the next heir to the secular king.

The scale of this banquet would be considered grand even in the capital of the Holy Coffin Kingdom. However, the capital has a strong religious atmosphere, and few people would engage in such extravagance.

After all, even a three-year-old child understands to imprint the original doctrine that "wealth brings death" in their heart and follow it throughout their life.

Master Woodpecker is still in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

A group of eager but still elegant dignitaries chatted happily on the red carpet.

Mori was the same, but to avoid being approached (after all, she was the prettiest girl there), she simply stood in the corner, arms crossed, observing the details. Nothing much, just the usual voyeuristic tendencies of a true god.

She came alone, and Dandelion said she was preparing something to "communicate with nature and bring new life to the withered earth," so she politely declined her invitation. Mori thought it made sense; after all, the land of flowers was about to be reborn, so it was normal to prepare in advance.

It was a bit boring, since neither Fufu nor Shan were brought along, so Senshi could only pass the time by observing the people.

Fortunately, the high-society banquet was very classy and elegant, not as corrupt and heartless as she had imagined.

"Hello." Shortly after, someone approached Mori.

"Sorry, don't even think about asking me to dance. I'm not kidding."

"It's a very interesting answer. It's the first time I've heard it like this. After all, no one in the world has the confidence to say that to me."

Approaching was a young man of exceptional manners and charisma, with a smile on his face. Although Sen Shi wasn't interested, he still glanced at him again; people this handsome were rare.

It seems like...someone with a powerful background?

"However, I don't intend to invite you to dance an ordinary dance, but rather an extremely dangerous one. Are you interested?"

"Do not……"

“Alright then…” The man was a little dejected, but suddenly his face became sharp and determined. “To be frank, I’m here to talk business. Master Neil said you can provide a batch of high-quality weapons. Don’t let me down.”

Volume 1 #289 - A Profitable Trade

This time, Master Woodpecker didn't fool Sen Shi.

It's unclear whether it became wary after learning about Senshi's powerful background, or whether it started to worry about its own safety. In any case, it actually introduced several business deals to Senshi, and now, one of them has come to them on its own initiative.

They say it's some mysterious and powerful organization that's looking for a batch of high-quality weapons, and they need to place an order or provide some blueprints.

But no matter how Mori looked at it, he felt this person was no ordinary individual. Even if he were operating some organization behind the scenes with ulterior motives, he would be a high-ranking figure who planned everything from the shadows and never showed his face. It was unlikely that he would proactively come out to Mori to discuss arms deals...

With a hint of doubt in his eyes, Mori nodded.

“Okay, how many do you want? What kind? That woodpecker didn’t tell me anything, so we have to start from the very beginning.”

"About three hundred melee weapons, the higher the quality the better, but we don't need ranged weapons," the man said in a low voice.

"There must be some special requirements, otherwise, such a small quantity..."

“But my requirements are much higher than you think. If this deal weren’t so rare, I wouldn’t have come all the way here to talk to you. I’m prepared for disappointment, so don’t be discouraged if the deal falls through.”

Mori forced himself to be more patient, while a lot of curiosity welled up inside him: what kind of weapon did he need?

The man's eyes changed slightly, now carrying a hint of probing.

"These weapons must all have magical attributes, which means I need three hundred powerful magical weapons."

"Enough with the nonsense, why don't you just say it directly?" Mori was greatly disappointed.

Her reaction left the man looking embarrassed, both annoyed and amused: "Bullshit? That's really..."

"What else could it be but nonsense? Why all the fuss? I thought it was something important."

"Even if you are a skilled blacksmith, you still need to be proficient in at least intermediate-level magic and have mastered very demanding magic to make magical weapons..."

"Shall I make the drawings for you?" Mori asked confidently, arms crossed.

She didn't have that much time to go around selling three hundred low-level weapons. The crafting blueprints were much simpler; all the other party needed was a mage, a magic-training craftsman, and a blacksmith. If any three had decent skills, they could forge the finished product according to the blueprints.

"If you can provide genuine products, I'm willing to pay a high price. Of course, I need to check the quality of the goods."

Sen thought for a moment, then took out paper and pen and spent a few minutes writing a note.

These kinds of recipes and blueprints are relics from the gaming era. You can learn them by meeting certain conditions and then figuring things out on your own after experiencing failures.

The blueprints she produced described a level 40 pirate scimitar. By forging it according to the recipe and process, magical channels could be created, allowing offensive magic to be infused into it.

It was useless in the gaming era, and even now, Mori doesn't need such a thing, but the person in front of him seems to like it.

Anything that generates revenue is good.

"Although I don't know where you got this ancient recipe from, name your price."

"Just tell me how much you think it's worth." Mori himself didn't know how much to ask for.