Aziz Ben Abdul wore a deep-red robe woven from silk and fine linen, its sleeves extending past his fingertips. A rhino-hide belt set with rune-engraved gold plates encircled his waist, while around his neck hung a rose-dyed rosary made of ten infant skulls, two gold chains, and a lapis lazuli pendant.
He wore a cotton turban, with a round Skull Gold Medal pinned to his forehead and a peacock feather set with numerous emeralds stuck into the back of his head.
A lionhide pouch and a red wooden idol hung from his waist. Each of his ten fingers bore a ring of a different color and size, and each of his boots was decorated with a white feather.
—If a transcendent of the Path of Wisdom or the Equilibrium Path opened their appraisal vision, the dazzling radiance of the Paths emanating from his body would blind them.
He wore at least twenty transcendent items!
Those things alone could rival the entire fortune of a Good Lord from a small city-state.
Of course, this was by no means meant to show off—though they were worth a fortune, to many distinguished guests of the Third Ring, they were nothing special. He carried all these things whenever he went out because he was afraid of dying.
—He had offended far too many people.
Assassins, ritualists, Curse Masters... Even though the Third Ring was extremely safe, he still cautiously carried all his survival equipment. That way, he could fight under any circumstances—or at least escape.
His robe had been dyed with dragon blood, granting it resistance to Law Spells and the ability to reflect curses. The emerald crown hidden beneath his hair could also resist curses and increase his vitality.
The human-headed rose rosary around his neck could instantly cast ten prearranged ritual spells.