An ominous premonition rose in the High Priestess's heart.
Strictly speaking, there was no basis for it. It was only a treasure; if it was damaged, then it was damaged. What great matter was that? Given her status, if she deliberately set out to collect treasures of this grade, she could not promise too many, but twenty or so would certainly be no problem.
But aside from the rare hoarders, nobody would be bored enough to do that. As long as treasures were useful, having three to five was already the limit. Just like Heracles from Greek mythology, he had only a few treasures. Those with piles of treasures, so many that they did not even know how much wealth they possessed, were mostly supporting characters whose role was "looking awesome, then getting blasted to death all day long." Their only value was serving as treasure vaults that provided experience points.
But some treasures were different.
For example, the Crimson Venom Python Wand.
The Church of the God of Nobility had been established for nearly three hundred years, with the Church of the God of Kingship as its predecessor. Its foundations ran deep indeed. While treasures of Heaven's Wrath Stone's grade were scarce in any household, those on the level of the Crimson Venom Python Wand were not actually rare.
But this wand held special meaning for the High Priestess. It could be said to be a symbol of the first half of her life.
Back then, she too had been an upright and innocent ordinary girl. It was only after that adventure that she had truly understood society's darkness and cruelty. From then on, she turned over a new leaf—perhaps that was not the right phrase—repented and reformed herself—same issue—and quickly became a successful figure. Twenty years later, she