Kyle pushed open the door and came out. He walked up to Velin, took out the Priest Scepter, and set it on the table, instantly crushing the ordinary wooden table in half.
The Priest Scepter fell to the floor and shattered the stone tiles.
Velin watched the scene with a strange look in his eyes.
Kyle looked embarrassed. For a moment, he had actually forgotten how heavy the Priest Scepter was.
"Forget it."
Velin waved it off indifferently and bent down to pick up the Priest Scepter.
Thirty-six thousand jin—roughly eighteen tons—yet it felt quite light in his hand.
"Not bad. It seems I was right to leave this matter to you." After examining it carefully, Velin praised him.
Afterward, Velin summoned a guard and told him to invite Priest Lavia over.
Looking at the mess on the floor, Velin temporarily handed the Priest Scepter to Kyle, took out the Greenwood Staff, and cast a spell. Tender shoots sprouted from the broken ends of the table, intertwined, and finally fused back together.
After finishing all that, he moved the scattered items back onto the desk with a thought.
Half an hour later, Priest Lavia landed within the City Lord's Mansion and headed toward the study.
Although the guard who delivered the message had not clearly explained why Velin wanted to see him, he could roughly guess.
When he arrived at the study and saw that the door was open, he hesitated for a moment before walking straight in.
"Greetings, my lord." Lavia entered the study, bowed, and spoke respectfully.
Velin waved to excuse the formalities. "I promised you that as long as you reformed the prisoners of war from Black Rock Island, I would give you a Priest Scepter. It simply took a while to make, and it was only