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"Therefore, the person who buys it has the right to return it to His Holiness the Pope in person and receive thanks from both the Pope and the King. Furthermore, the story of this relic will continue to be told, and the selfless name of those who donated it will be passed down through generations."

This is far more valuable than simply collecting or showing off. It greatly enhances one's reputation, and the gratitude of two supreme rulers represents an immense honor. It can also bring many conveniences, which can be converted into wealth.

Everyone was eager to try their luck, estimating how many gold coins they could mobilize.

"Before that, we have some other things to sell."

"Stop selling it, just auction it off. Nothing is more valuable than it." Many people were dissatisfied and wanted to get involved in the battle for the sacred artifact as soon as possible.

"These are five healing spell scrolls. I imagine they are quite valuable to you all."

Volume 1, Chapter 294: After the Farce

People gradually quieted down, and as the organizer had said, the healing spell scroll was indeed quite valuable.

Even with the sacred relic symbolizing rebirth dominating the entire arena, healing spells could still attract them.

Everyone has some incurable, unspeakable ailment, or a family member suffering greatly. Magic scrolls that can cure diseases will always be a valuable and enduring form of currency.

Even in the enlightened Holy Coffin Kingdom, magicians skilled in healing rarely lend a hand to ordinary nobles. Even for renowned nobles, borrowing their services requires a considerable sum of gold coins.

Nothing beats the convenience of a magic scroll...

Several scrolls were then brought out, and a renowned magician confirmed their authenticity. People couldn't help but discuss who was so interesting as to offer so many for sale…

Mori also peeked from behind the crowd, standing on tiptoe, and noticed that the thing was deliberately wrapped up with a red ribbon. How pretentious...

But that was all she was interested in; she had other important things to do.

No one noticed that she was sitting quietly in a chair in the corner, constantly fiddling with a ring called Arctic Sonata.

The low-purity silver was forged into a delicate ring setting. She forged it herself, though using a keyboard and mouse, it was still a matter of her own hands. And the rather high-end snow fairy gemstone was something she would fondly remember.

These were all materials she had collected and refined herself a long time ago...

The snow elf's gem is a deep silver color, very beautiful. It also has a cool feel to it, but once you look at the gem itself, you feel as if you are gazing into someone's eyes.

Long ago, she engraved a high-level spell called "Singing of Death in the Cold Winter" into this gem, which now perfectly compensates for her lack of conventional attack methods. Coupled with the significant boost from the ledger, with these two high-level spells, she can now be considered a high-end combatant.

Adding to today's harvest, that's at least two thousand gold coins...

Everything will be fine.

Encouraging herself in this way, she silently put the ring on the index finger of her left hand, and the width was just right.

"Five sheets, a package of four hundred gold coins."

"Four hundred and twenty."

"Add ten more."

The auction was in full swing, while Mori was comprehending the magic within the ring, everything going smoothly. But just then, a voice cut through the dozens of other noises and reached her ears.

"Five hundred." She knew that voice; it belonged to the heir.

The noisy sounds immediately subsided.

Someone couldn't help but ask—

“Your Highness…you want to get involved too? That’s strange. It’s not like royalty can’t access healing.”

"With you interfering, our auction is becoming a bit difficult to conduct..."

He didn't answer, he just shook his head.

While the trials of successors are a tradition, only a select few have the right to know about them; otherwise, they become a troublesome and unsettling element. He's now bidding on these magic scrolls to ensure a more secure path of rebellion.

Few knew the inside story, but everyone knew of his noble status as heir. Each hesitated, unwilling to confront the prince directly. Leaving aside the possibility of victory, the mere fact that word got out would have a significant impact.

If it were an irresistible high price, that would be one thing, but this price isn't low, but it's not too high either; it's just within the market price range...

Such as knuckles in the throat.

They could have raised the price further, but they chose to stop there.

Cautious, disgruntled faces were hidden in the gradually darkening shadows. If the prince hadn't appeared, the price might have been much higher.

Mori saw through this scene; it wasn't something difficult to understand.

So she raised her hand—

Five hundred and fifty gold coins.

"You..." The heir's expression was unpleasant, as if he wanted to say something.

"What, can't we raise the bid? The auction isn't over yet."

The others, however, entered spectator mode, quite interested.

"It's not that it's impossible, so be it..."

"Well, that's all I'll add, and I'll only do it this once. If I manage to get a picture, great, but if I don't, it'll just be for fun."

Sen Shi said unhurriedly, "Anyway, I'm not afraid of offending anyone. The important thing is to raise the price."

Thinking about it carefully, she felt a little excited, as if she had returned to those days of lurking in the trading post, where every transaction required careful calculation and fierce competition. Most of the reason she got involved was that she wanted to rediscover the fun she had in the gaming era.

Then, Mori said something else.

"Add a little more, and the stuff is yours."

"It's quite amusing that you're openly raising my price," the prince said, somewhat displeased.

"You wouldn't actually hold a grudge against me, would you?"

"No, it's free trade... I'll add another fifty."

Sen nodded and silently withdrew from the transaction as promised. He was quite satisfied to have earned a hundred gold coins in just a few words. A moment later, the prince bought the magic scrolls at the same price, but his expression remained rather unpleasant.

But nobody cares about these things, neither him nor Mori.

After all, this was just an appetizer, an extremely boring one.

Next, it's time for that substantial sacred relic.

……

Countless ominous fogs permeated the seas and borders of this exiled country in 1848.

There are hardly any living beings left in this country. Apart from that eerie forest, so terrifying and unknown that even Hodge dared not venture there, the rest of the land is the territory of the Evil Mist.

It agreed to the request and is gathering its strength.

In about two days, the puppet army devoured by the ominous mist will be forged. Then, under his leadership, this army will sweep through the nearby city-states and nations…

When the soul has accumulated enough, the primal evil will awaken.

Hodge brought in a new fighting force, a human with decent strength. His name in life was apparently... Morey? But it doesn't matter anymore, since the Evil Mist has already burrowed into his ear and devoured his soul.

The body was preserved, and it can become a good puppet.

The key lies in the memories within his soul.

That little girl... her appearance and clothing were exactly the same as Claire, whom Hodge killed. It had no doubt about its own power, but it was uneasy because of the cunning of humans.

Humans may have tampered with the offerings and tricked it.

For some reason, after seeing through those seas of memories, this trivial matter, which should have been ignored, lingered in its heart for a long time... It always felt that it would be an extremely troublesome matter... that it had to be resolved.

Hodge trusted his intuition, so he called someone over.

One of his relatively powerful subordinates, and enhanced by the Evil Mist, now his consciousness and soul are dead, leaving only a mechanical body that carries out orders.

It issued an order to bring back the little girl who resembled Claire. As for clues, the girl beside the little girl certainly knew.

Volume 1 #295: Wow, the吐槽 is back!

The mountain of domestic government documents remained untouched. Even without Melia looking at them, she knew their general contents.

Regarding food, clothing, and winter protection measures, these basic necessities of the country are mostly distributed to the "Guardians of the Land" in various regions to solve, according to the political measures of the Chaotic Land.

Therefore, the submitted documents will not have a high priority.

However, if there are urgent matters that require her to make decisions, her assistants and subordinates will not give her such leisure.

Therefore, those documents are nothing more than the strange and unusual people nurtured by the chaotic land, coming up with all sorts of bizarre reasons to apply for special budgets.

But the situation isn't quite right now, so I don't have much free time to look at it.

That being the case...

Melia had a clever idea and came up with a way to kill two birds with one stone.

"Just anyone can come."

"What are your orders?"

A powerful succubus emerged silently from the shadows, her seductive voice capable of melting anyone's skull.

She was exceptionally strong, and possessed a figure and appearance that were top-notch even for a succubus, so Melia specifically assigned her to be a guardian in the palace. This proved to be very effective against males who wanted to cause trouble.

“You…” Melia looked at her, her gaze falling on her voluptuous body, “Couldn’t you wear a few more layers?”

"I'm sorry, but leaves are very convenient to thread."

"Forget it... Go and issue an order to all people of the 'scholar' class and above, both domestically and internationally, so that while protecting the country, they can begin to investigate why the Evil Mist suddenly disappeared."

"Oh." The succubus smiled, her small tail with a dotted tip twitching excitedly for some reason.

"By the way, tell them that the next research budget will be based on their contribution to this project, and they should stop constantly tattling on me for money. Also, this is a top priority, so don't you dare..."

Unfazed by Melia's distrustful gaze, the succubus's smile deepened: "I've already eaten them once, I won't eat them a second time. You don't need to worry about it interfering with important matters."

"I'm afraid that if you see a cute little boy on the street, you'll..."

"That's alright. These kinds of unripe prey can usually be eaten in a few seconds."

"That's good." Melia nodded, then suddenly realized something was off, "...Uh, I mean..."

However, the succubus had already disappeared into the shadows and gone. Only her faint, yet alluring and aphrodisiac, scent lingered in the air. To avoid being misunderstood by her subordinates, Melia quickly opened the window to let in some fresh air.

There is a second thing.

She opened a dark door and stepped into the realm of demons.