Spell items of every kind covered the study floor.
These spell items had all been looted by Richard from the Space Iron Rings worn by Truth Society members he had killed—most had been taken from the East Coast, with relatively few from the Main Continent.
Richard did not have much use for these spell items. Tests showed that their defensive strength was only enough to block one or two Micro Spell Tracking Missiles, far inferior to spells he currently commanded, such as Achilles Armor and Amesley's Shield. Using them was no better than not using them at all.
But leaving them lying around was a waste, and selling them... he was not short of money. Dismantling them for their precious materials and using those in experiments was more worthwhile, but he had been too busy with Nuclear Weapon matters to spare the time.
So only now did he remember this "forgotten equipment" and simply dump it all on Pandora. He did not expect a qualitative leap in Pandora's strength; as long as she became a little stronger, it would count as making proper use of them. And if nothing else, they could at least raise the "joy value" of Pandora, who loved shiny things.
At this moment, Pandora's "joy value" had indeed risen greatly—so much that it was nearly off the charts.
Pandora opened one box to look at this, then another to look at that. The more she looked, the happier she became, and the brighter her eyes shone.
Truthfully, Pandora had not taken a fancy to the effects of the spell items. Their exquisite appearances, however, had captivated her, filling her with a joy that arose from the depths of her soul.
This necklace... this bracelet... this pendant... How beautiful would they look worn on her body? Even