Chapter 91: Seeking

Chapter 91: Seeking

Before spending more, Sofia headed to the local Vasperian Embassy. There was no crazy high level monster present this time, in fact the person in charge was a young looking boy vampire, and he was level 112. He had made a funny face when she said she had three thousand liters of blood, saying he couldnt even buy that much if he wanted to. Sofia made her way out with six more gold ingots to her name. Easiest money of my life. She was also told she could sell the same amount again in two weeks if she wanted. Who knows what ancient dungeon Ill be trapped in two weeks from now

She also tried to sell the old paintings from Zangdar in a few places but no one would give her an interesting price, so she kept them instead. And switched her mind to trying to spend instead of accumulating wealth.

After a day of running around different shops, Sofia felt empty.

She didnt know what to buy. She didnt need armor. Didnt need weapons. Didnt need any of the classless skill scrolls she could find The magic items that she found were all very gimmicky or weirdly situational. In the end, despite trying her best, she didnt spend that much.

Fifty gold had gone to as many health potions. And twenty-six more had gone toward filling the [Heros foodlocker] with nice food, buying stuff like maps, light stones, water stones. And that was pretty much it. The only interesting magic item she bought was a ring that warns the wearer when it detects poison gas. All it would do was allow her to find out about it before the system warned her that she was already poisoned. She just didnt want to relive the situation she had been in during her first Phageid encounter. And that was also ten gold coins gone.

Her last stop was a small smithy. It had attracted her attention for a simple reason, the blacksmith was a rabbit beastman. It wasnt Karlson, but from afar it wouldnt be hard to mistake him for Kulis titular smith.

She entered the shop. The burly rabbit man was busy sharpening a longsword on a grinding wheel.

Give me a second, he said, concentrating on his work. Sofia looked around until the smith was done and came to her. Hello, what do you need? he asked. He wasnt quite as engaging as Karlson had been.

Would you happen to know another smith named Karlson?

No idea.

Lets just forget this ever happened Oh alright. I need a mithril-coated knife, is that something you can do? Woaw, his expression instantly changed. Creepy.

What size would the blade be?

About twenty centimeters. The blacksmith reeled back as if stunned by her words.

He pinched the ridge of his nose, looking deep in thoughts. Then he looked at her again, the equipment she was wearing, the wings sticking out from her back, the high-level card around her neck. Sofia could swear the man started sweating.

I can do Three thousand.

Sofia turned around to leave.

I meant two! Two thousand! he called out.

She didnt turn back.

Admittedly, if the minuscule ingot of mithril she had was worth a hundred gold, then two thousand gold for a coated knife with a sheath, accounting for the artisans work, it would be a correct price. But if she couldnt trust him to not try to overcharge her, she couldnt trust him with that kind of order. She would find someone else.The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.

Not only did she find someone else, not far from there, but she didnt have to order the knife, she bought it already made. It was an already used weapon but it looked good as new. The only drawback was that there was no sheath, though it wouldnt be too much of a problem if she kept it in the storage ring.

[Garretts Bog Slicer] : An excellent dwarven knife with a mithril-coated blade. Its ivory handle is enchanted for maximum durability and to display the number of goblins it killed.

Item level : 50. Grade : Valuable.

A small number was embossed on the handle. 11322 Thats a whole lot of goblins

She put on her best smile. Hello, sorry to disturb you, I would like to talk to a high-priest, could you help me with that? she politely asked, pointing at the High level card sitting on her chest.

It wasnt long before she was led to a waiting room in a side wing, away from the main hall.

She had expected to be led to some kind of office next, but instead it was a kind looking, round middle-aged lady in ornate sky blue robes who entered and sat on the couch opposing hers. She kinda reminded Sofia of Verenhas baker, who used to give the orphans some leftover cake when too much didnt sell.

[Supporter - Lv. 100]

She passed the trial and never fought again? Well, clearly a high-priest. Didnt expect it to go so well already.

They had a short and polite conversation, where Sofia explained she was also a Saint, and that she wanted to discuss Sainthood related things. She even offered to donate one of the old paintings from Zangdar as a show of goodwill. It depicted a forest shaken by a violent storm, so Sofia thought it was fitting, she just hoped they wouldn't take it the wrong way. But the lady priest had been very happy about it so all seemed good and well.

Once again she was told to wait after being relocated to a further waiting room, deeper into the temple.

It was a full three hours later that two fully armored female paladins entered the room.

[Warrior - Lv. 199]

[Warrior - Lv. 200+]

That has to be good since theyre not attacking

Our Lady will receive you, Saintess Sofia of Skyreach. Follow us.

Oh. It seems my name travels faster than I do. Well. I cant back off now.

The paladins led Sofia deeper and deeper into the temple. Until they stopped in front of massive double doors. They took position on either side. Theyre not coming?

One of them addressed her, You may enter. Close the door behind you.

Sofia opened the doors.

What she entered was no room, it was a large covered terrasse, each of the ornate pillars supporting the temples roof probably worth more gold than Sofia had on her. Beyond was a magnificent enclosed garden with many fountains, chimes and colorful decorative wind wheels.

Slightly above all this, was a tall and slender woman. Floating, as if sleeping mid-air. Her long and fluffy fox tail was hanging in the wind.

There she is. Saintess Valeure.

[Saint - Lv. 448]

As I stood before the strongest person I'd ever met, for a moment, I wondered.

Was coming here a terrible mistake?