NOVPUBChapter 701: Chapter 89 Coronet Scepter Chapter 701 -89 Coronet Scepter ——In the end, Aiwass made the purchase.
It was a Coronet Scepter worth 8,800 White Crown Coins of purple grade.
The shop owner even threw in two daggers crafted in the Elven Style…
which would be perfect for Lily to use.
With an Elf’s stature, these daggers were essentially short swords to Lily.
Their quality was even slightly better than the standard-issue sword Hayna had as an Inspector, and would last a long time.
After considering the daily necessities previously acquired for over four hundred White Crown Coins, Aiwass simply bought Sherlock some rare ancient books as well as some precious ceremonial and magic potion materials, rounding up to an entire ten thousand White Crown Coins and securing a full thirty percent discount—he was quite aware that the shopkeeper was earning more than he was saving, but he was still pleased.
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There was a delightful illusion of a bargain.
After all, consumption was not just about needs, it was also about happiness, and even if it was an illusion, feeling like having made a steal was always delightful—in a sense, it was like purchasing a service that could make one happy for a long time.
——This was how Aiwass justified the purchase to himself.
When Aiwass touched the scepter, its properties appeared before his eyes:
[Coronet]
[Extraordinary Weapon (Purple)]
[Scepter, Medium, Blunt Weapon]
[Trait: Enhanced fire/light attribute damage]
[Elven Style: Significantly increased durability, increased maintenance cost]
[Module – Light Convergence Enhancer: When there is only one healing target, healing amount significantly increases]
[Module – Flames of the Coronet: Grants an increase to fire damage based on the percentage of the Light-attribute Mana Pool]
[Module – Sacred Prayer (Candle Master): One segment of the prayer to the Candle Master can be omitted]
Among the many scepters here, Aiwass took a liking to this one at first glance.
Compared to other scepters, this one mainly offered a high bonus to fire damage.
Percentage bonuses could be seen in the game, but not here…
though Aiwass roughly remembered the figures.
A normal purple-grade scepter could typically provide about 20%-30% enhancement to dual-attribute damage.
The “Flames of the Coronet” module, however, could add fire damage equivalent to the percentage of the Light-attribute Mana Pool—significant for a Priest whose Mana allocation upon leveling up was three parts light to one part fire.
In the game, few Priests would actually buy this weapon to use.
Instead, the much more affordable [Holy Scepter] was more versatile—it saved two segments of chant time for Blessing Skill, reduced Mana consumption of Blessing Skill, and extended the duration of buffs provided by Blessing Skill.
Even in later stages, Priests might still use a Holy Scepter they’ve been using for God knows how many versions as a gimmick.
And then there was the [Forest Scepter], which used all three slots to increase healing amount.
For Aiwass, however, there was no need to increase his healing throughput.
He wasn’t an adventurer who daily had to intensely monitor teammates’ health gauges like riding an elevator.
In fact, Aiwass had never fought in a group as a Priest—compared to the minor healing provided by a Priest, it was better for Aiwass to just take out the Book of Law and deal damage.
As long as I take out the enemies, my teammates won’t get hurt.
That’s called taking precautions.
It was also the reason why Aiwass wasn’t in a hurry to find a main hand weapon for the Priest class.
Scepters didn’t provide an area effect or save Mana; their main improvement was in damage and healing amount—a meter-and-a-half long, nearly twenty-something-pound object was really inconvenient to carry around, and it was distressing to risk damaging it.
For a Priest, equipment that provided mechanisms was more critical than the weapons themselves.
Compared to the Book of Law, which significantly improved combat capabilities directly…
when Aiwass was acting as a Priest, his identity as a Priest and what it represented were more important than the healing and combat power provided by the class itself.
He didn’t even have a tank teammate…
the only one capable of tanking was Hayna, who had now become a senator.
Everyone else was a squishy, so what use was increasing his healing output?
——But the “Coronet” was different; it was closer to a Mage’s staff.
For Aiwass, whose usual combat method involved summoning small Flame Butterflies, it provided a very significant boost—even if the exact percentage was not visible, it was still at least an 80% increase to fire attribute damage.
Aiwass knew the exact attributes of the weapon because the “Coronet” was a 2.0 version exchange weapon…
the kind you could get by exchanging materials after randomly matching high-difficulty instances every day.
Its primary effect was to provide a transmogrification.
The pure white spiraling scepter shaft, with three converging golden thin lines forming a tower-like spiral, was topped by a Saint’s face wearing a triple coronet.
Once activated, a small crown of fiery thorns would appear right above the “Coronet” scepter—and when gripping the top of the scepter in prayer, this crown would transfer to the bearer’s head.
Paired with the enormously sized Mitre, it would produce a very large ring of fire.
——It was very cool.
It was fitting for Aiwass’ current status as Archbishop!
Being able to purchase an Extraordinary Weapon of this caliber with money alone, without having to deplete his own resources or run errands, pleased Aiwass greatly.
After all, as Moriarty’s soon-to-be patriarch, Aiwass was fairly wealthy.
The other items could also be entrusted to the Trolls to bring back.
Though these Trolls were gigantic and seemed to bear a look of stupidity, they appeared less barbaric when dressed neatly in their uniforms.
Each one wore a solemn, uniform black suit, looking quite dapper and working quietly, though they occasionally whispered a few sentences to their companions in the Troll language.
And quite obviously, neither Aiwass, Sherlock, nor Lily understood the nonsensical Troll language.
The only concern was whether they might tear their clothes if they carried items that were too heavy.
To show them the way, Lily and Sherlock had left first—they were sent together mainly to prevent either of them from getting lost.
Aiwass planned to stroll the streets alone for a bit longer to see if there was anything else to buy, spend some more money.
He would search for Master Yanis when it was light the next day.
Anyway, that place was also in the Fifth Ring, not far away…
The “elevator” here was dreadfully slow; since it’s rare to come down here, might as well get everything done in one go.
But not long after the two left, someone approached him.
“In the sacred name of the Candle Master…
the hallowed Nine Pillar Gods.
I greet you!
May you burn long…
and forever bright.
Respected Archbishop…”
A deep yet stiff voice arose behind Aiwass.
The voice was slow and drawn out, bearing that distinct sign of an under-practiced foreign language…
Not only was it quite painful to listen to, the grammar was off as well.
Aiwass raised his eyebrows and, gripping his scepter, turned around.
What he saw was a semi-acquaintance.
—It was the Tri-color Troll trio that Aiwass and his group had encountered at the port.
Compared to Aiwass’ appearance back then—dressed like an ordinary priest, looking young like a student—he now donned the Archbishop’s attire and held a scepter, exuding an air of nobility.
It was difficult to recognize him from just a few minutes of a previous brief encounter…
Yet these three Trolls were able to recognize Aiwass just by his silhouette.
The one who spoke to Aiwass was the dark-brown skinned Troll among them.
His skin bore no sign of dye, symbolizing his highest status.
Among the three Trolls, he was the strongest, the tallest.
His face was the cleanest, his features the most straight-set, his hair was neatly arranged and tied high in a ponytail.
Black runes, rudely inscribed, covered the rest of his scalp.
“We would like to ask you to do something,”
the Troll said, pausing with each word, “There will be a reward.
We can first offer you a piece of information.
Very important information.
A bounty is on your portrait.
In the black market, someone is buying information about you.”
Before Aiwass turned around, the Troll had kept a very polite distance of at least seven steps.
And from this distance, he could already smell the stench coming from the three Trolls—the dark brown one smelled fainter, with a strong scent of oil and spices.
The other two smelled of putrefaction and herbs, respectively.
Watching Aiwass surveying them, the green Troll nodded deferentially and clumsily bowed.
…Someone is buying information about me?
Aiwass raised his eyebrows, suddenly understanding why these three had pointed at him before.
It wasn’t because Aiwass had shown off wealth, but because they were verifying if it was indeed him.
“How did you know it was mine?”
Instead of answering their request, Aiwass asked back.
Hearing this, the tall Troll communicated it back to his companion in their gibberish.
The green-skinned Troll then produced a strange triangular stone rune with three deep claw marks on it.
He sniffed, then pointed at Aiwass.
Scratching vigorously on himself with three fingers, he muttered something, then, like a frightened monkey, bowed courteously to Aiwass.
Aiwass’s expression immediately turned solemn.
He might not recognize that object, but he had an idea of its nature—because the green-skinned Troll was a Hunter, which meant he had caught Aiwass’s scent.
It was like a hunter tracking a wounded beast.
And whoever could provide “Aiwass’s blood”, coupled with the shape of that claw mark…
…Bear Celestial Marshal?
All four Angel Envoys were gone; did He have other minions or followers?
