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Chapter 679: Chapter 71 Aiwass: You would make contact Chapter 679: Chapter 71 Aiwass: You would make contact Aiwass didn’t bring much luggage…

after all, anything that can be purchased in Avalon is definitely also available in the Holy Nation.

The Holy Nation doesn’t have regulations controlling the Transcendents, whether it’s ritual materials or alchemical concoctions, they’re much easier to buy in the Holy Nation than in Avalon.

No matter what they need, it’s all the same to buy it once they’re at their destination.

As for Sherlock…

under Aiwass’s advice, he also only brought a set of clothes to change into.

However, he carried a good number of books and notes with him, clearly not intending to stop learning and researching while traveling in the Holy Nation.

They entrusted their Codex Books to Bishop Mathers and his family, while Yulia was left in the care of Isabel and Shafiya.

Although Ligeia was Avalon’s strongest, her personality clearly didn’t match the quiet Yulia.

Now Aiwass only had a small travel case the size of a medical box, steadily carried by Lily who was behind him.

The most abundant and space-consuming item inside it was just one thing.

— That was money.

An entire case, packed with money occupying seventy percent of the space.

And it was all paper money.

There were a total of twenty thousand White Crown Coins, of which ten thousand were denominations of ten White Crowns, and another ten thousand were twenty White Crowns—twenty was already the largest denomination for White Crown Coins.

There were a total of three hundred thousand White Crown Coins in the case…

which amounted to twenty times the gift that the genius Albert received from Prince Heinrich, also known as Count Leipzig.

Hayna had already been promoted and transferred to the Arbitration Hall.

But her annual salary was three thousand White Coins…

which was already twenty-five times that of an ordinary company employee.

It would take her one hundred years of not eating or drinking to earn the amount Aiwass had in this case.

Although it was nowhere near the “six million Star Antimony Coins” astronomical loan provided by Geront, this was already the most liquid funds Aiwass could withdraw in a short time without affecting the businesses of the Moriarty Family.

The reason Aiwass brought so much money was very simple.

— That was for shopping!

As the true center of the world, in the Holy Nation one could even encounter Fifth Power Level Transcendents from around the world.

As soon as Aiwass disembarked from the ship, he could already feel the bizarre atmosphere.

The most obvious change was the clear diversity of races—

“The most comprehensive guidebook, detailing recommendations, rules, and special products for each level of the Holy Nation!

A must-have for first-time visitors to the Holy Nation, only five Gold Coins or eight White Crowns!”

“Authentic hand-made Elven clothing!

Full size range, fair prices, suitable for everyone from trolls to goblins!

You’ve got to wear it in the Holy Nation, and buy a new set when you leave!

The best gift for visiting relatives and friends!”

“Motion sickness medicine, quality motion sickness medicine anyone?

Produced by the Living Silver Workshop, effective immediately!”

Aiwass hadn’t even left the port when he heard the sharp hawking voices of the goblins.

The noisy commotion was such that one could hardly associate this place with the Eternal Theocracy, known for its silence and slow pace of life.

The goblins’ sales pitches were as shrewd as ever—they could always sell the most suitable things to customers at the most appropriate time and place.

Aiwass took his luggage from Lily and said softly, “Go buy two sets of clothes.”

“What about mine?”

Upon hearing this, Sherlock immediately approached.

Despite being reserved and cold to outsiders, he was becoming increasingly shameless with Aiwass.

This was probably what it meant to become too familiar.

“It’s for the two of you,”

Aiwass said calmly, “I’m wearing Priest’s clothes, no need to change.”

As he spoke, he opened the luggage case, took out two twenty-denomination White Coins and handed them to Lily.

This scene was obviously seen by passersby.

Three trolls in the distance saw this and began whispering to each other.

Sherlock’s expression immediately tightened.

His face became sharp and cold in an instant, and his right hand, holding the staff, also clenched a little harder.

“— Didn’t you prepare small change?”

He lowered his voice, asking Aiwass.

“No need.”

Aiwass said indifferently as he cast a distant glance at the three trolls.

One of the trolls suddenly seemed to realize something and hurriedly tugged on the shoulders of the other two trolls, whose skin colors differed from his, whispering something nervously to them.

They immediately showed fear.

They bowed in respect to Aiwass and then fled.

The thinnest of the trolls—he was only about two meters twenty-three tall, and the loose flesh usually seen on a troll’s stomach was absent.

Aside from his oily green skin, he appeared like a muscular, fanged human.

But he seemed to fear Aiwass the most, and had it not been for his friends holding him back, he would probably have knelt and kowtowed to Aiwass on the spot.

“…What’s going on?”

Sherlock frowned slightly, as if he realized something: “Is it because of your level on the Path of Transcendence?”

“Correct.

These ignorant and uncivilized trolls have great reverence for a great wizard…

The Great Elder of a large tribe is usually a great wizard.”

Aiwass nodded.

Trolls are naturally sensitive to herbs, rituals, and curses.

As they lose most Path compatibilities, their affinities for the Paths of Transcendence, Love, and Adaptation are significantly higher…

And within the troll social hierarchy, typically, Ritualists are regarded higher than Hunters, who are higher than Cursing Sorcerers.@@novelbin@@

Aiwass gestured as he whispered to Sherlock, “You see, that green-skinned troll is a Hunter because they tend to smear a type of green grass juice on their skin.

It allows them to become invisible in the jungle and leaves no scent.

The other one must be a Pharmacist or a Cursing Sorcerer…

his skin is red and fragile, a telltale sign of prolonged use of cursed blood.”

“Curse blood?” Sherlock looked puzzled.

“…Ah, just think of it as a kind of addictive crap.”

Aiwass didn’t really want to talk about it, summing it up simply, “Trolls don’t have many materials they can use, and Cursing Sorcerers can only work with basic materials.

Anything slightly more expensive has been sold to goblins by the elders…

Therefore, the most common versatile materials are blood, feces, and urine.

“So I don’t recommend you buy any medicine from a troll.

No matter how good the price is, you’ll regret it.”

“…I get it, no need to say more.”

Sherlock’s expression suddenly turned sour.

Seeing his face, Aiwass was a bit surprised, “Wait…

have you bought something from them?”

“…Let’s talk about something else.”

Sherlock coughed a couple of times, forcibly changing the subject, “That one must be a Ritualist.

His skin is dark brown…

This should be the natural pigment without any added substance.”

“Right, at most they would apply some oils.

Palm oil, coconut oil, shea butter — they clean their bodies with oil rather than water, and the highest-ranking wizards use a mixture of infant blood with olive oil to ensure the cleanliness of their souls.”

Aiwass calmly watched their retreating backs, “This must be a child of a high wizard, coming to the Holy Nation with two guards…

Otherwise, with their troll identity, it would be impossible for them to reach the Holy Nation.”

Whether as individuals or as commodities — the trafficking of trolls is not permitted by the Holy Nation.

“Still, be careful around them.”

Sherlock still spoke in a hushed tone, “After all, from where they are positioned, they can see exactly how much money is in your box…

they might report information about you.”

“…To be honest, this sum of money is nothing in the Holy Nation.”

Aiwass spoke normally, “And someone local will come to meet us — Lulu has already contacted someone.”

When Crescent Moon Manor was being built, the money Beyard lent them already exceeded this amount.

This sum might be a lot of money in Avalon, but when compared with these people…

Avalon could only be considered a rural area.

While they were talking, Lily had already returned with two packages.

Sherlock noticed that the two packets containing clothes were wrapped in exquisite outer packaging — intricate and delicate patterns, similar to the handwoven scarves that had been in fashion among the Irisflower People in recent years.

“Once unwrapped, this package can be used as a scarf.

It’s called an ‘Elven Pocket’, and the pattern of a scarf by the Irisflower People is a copy of it.”

As if guessing what Sherlock was thinking, Aiwass explained.

“…You’ve never been to the Holy Nation, have you?”

Sherlock looked skeptical, “How do you know so much?”

“I am a Priest.”

Aiwass said cheerfully without giving a direct answer.

Just then.

A cry of surprise followed by sudden silence arose from the most crowded area.

—That sensation was like a noisy classroom suddenly hushing up when a stealthy teacher appears silently at the back door.

Without any communication, the clamor inside the room was abruptly snuffed out.

It was a line of seven Elves, both beautiful in appearance and stately in stature.

Even without recognizing their outfits, just by looking at their mounts, one could identify who they were.

Six of them wore elfin silver armor covering roughly half their bodies, draped in white cloaks, and riding Pegasus with white wings.

They were both male and female, but all wore silver-white metal eyepatches — symbolizing the core precepts of the Papal Guard, [Not Seeing].

The leader, however, was clad in flawless pure white, shining under the sunlight.

She wore white thigh-high stockings and white silk gloves on her hands.

A white ribbon covered her eyes, and a silver-white veil trailed from her white hair.

Her white robe, like a bridal gown, and her ears were the sharpest and longest Aiwass had seen among all Elves.

The characteristic features of a Pureblood Elf were a noticeably sharper chin and paler skin than one would commonly see in humans with round or square faces.

She rode a Unicorn, a symbol of the highest authority in the Eternal Theocracy — in terms of status within the Holy Nation, a unicorn was equivalent to a full-plate-armored Knight in Avalon, or even higher.

With her already towering height of over two meters, coupled with the majestic unicorn, the silent girl looked like a majestic white statue.

…Damn it, why is she here?

Aiwass’s heart skipped a beat.

Isabel, why did you contact her!

He knew not many people in the Holy Nation, after all, nearly all Cardinals in the game were caricatures with exaggerated facial expressions, and bishops of a lower rank were virtually clones…

But he definitely knew her.

Or rather, no player would not know her.

Not only was she extremely popular on forums, but she also had a strong presence in fan creations.

This was “Pure White,” the Eternal Saintess who would soon cause unrest in the Holy Nation.

The “Pure White” he had seen before at the promotion ceremony should be her.

Aiwass stepped forward, bowed with a hand over his chest, and knelt in a half bow before the serene and untouched Elf.

“—May the Light of the Candle Master illuminate your Path, Your Holiness.

It’s been a long time.”

Upon hearing this, the Holy Maiden tilted her head in confusion.

But then she responded, “It’s been a long time.”