"Stripping the Relic Chamber Bare"

Isolde pulled herself from her thoughts.

By all rights, she should have left by now.

She had obtained the Moon-Crown Lock, fulfilled the final wish, and the Silver Robe Inquisitor was thoroughly dead.

If she lingered until the other top-tier powerhouses reacted, it would be a classic case of a snake trying to swallow an elephant out of greed.

But...

She was already here.

A monastery like this appeared to shelter refugees and wounded soldiers, but secretly processed sacred beast remains in bulk and trafficked people.

How poor could it possibly be?

Her memory was excellent, and she instantly recalled the "Relic Chamber" Luo Jiuge had casually mentioned before.

Isolde immediately made her decision. Following the map markings in her memory, she avoided the densely packed vengeful spirits at the front, passed through a dim side corridor, and hurried toward the Relic Chamber.

The direction of the main hall was in utter chaos, while this side corridor was much quieter.

But it was not entirely empty.

Along the way, two Holy Court guards were carrying a heavy wooden chest together, fleeing in panic.

They clearly knew that Grey Dove Monastery was finished today, and that the Silver Robe lord was most likely doomed. They wanted to take advantage of the chaos to grab some valuables and run.

Standing in the shadows around the corner, Isolde watched the two knight guards desperate to flee. She raised her fingertips slightly, and several [Soul Threads] silently coiled around their ankles.

Already panicked, the two stumbled and immediately lost their balance, crashing to the ground along with the chest.

The iron chest rolled several times.

One of them had just opened his mouth to scream when a tightly wound Soul Thread wrapped around it, leaving him able to make only muffled whimpers.

The other guard widened his eyes. Before he could see who the black-haired woman emerging from the shadows was, Soul Threads bound him into a bundle.

As the Soul Threads tightened, both men let out muffled groans before their bodies went limp and collapsed.

Isolde strolled over unhurriedly and looked down at the chest on the floor.

With a flick of her hand, she opened the lid.

Inside were scattered Holy Court gold coins, several bottles of high-grade recovery potions, and several precious magical ores.

Isolde had not even reached the monastery's central storehouse, yet the treasures inside had already come rushing to her of their own accord.

She picked up one of the advanced recovery potions and drank it. The wound on her shoulder healed rapidly, and her health rose above the safe threshold.

After stuffing all the loot from the ground into the [Radiance Ring], Isolde continued onward.

The storehouse door had originally been sealed by three layers of intricate golden sacred runes. But now that most of the monastery's sacred core had collapsed, the runes on the door flickered on and off like a fluorescent lamp with a dying battery.

Isolde glanced at it, then raised her leg and kicked.

The door did not budge.

"..."

The smile on Isolde's face froze for a moment.

She was about to break down. Did she really lack the strength to kick open even a door?

Having no choice, she sighed resignedly. With a flick of her fingers, she released [Soul-Binding Thread], slipping it through the crack in the door and successfully pulling open the hinges.

The door slid open, and the gleam of wealth refracting from within instantly dazzled Isolde's eyes.

Rows of heavy blackwood shelves stood neatly arranged, while large chests of gold coins filled the corners.

The potion section was even easier to survey. Every potion was meticulously sorted by grade, magical glimmers of various colors flowing inside their crystal-clear glass bottles.

The ores and basic materials on the other side were piled so full that there was not even room to step.

Further inside, there was even a full row of weapon racks and a bookshelf packed with skill books on parchment.

Isolde was so delighted that she wanted to spin in circles on the spot. What kind of storehouse was this?

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This was clearly a beginner's expansion gift pack that the Holy Court had thoughtfully organized for her in advance!

She locked the door behind her first, then hurried to the first row of shelves and swept out her right hand.

[Obtained: Advanced Healing Potion ×30]

[Obtained: Intermediate Mana Recovery Potion ×30]

[Obtained: Purification Salt ×8 chests]

[Obtained: Holy Silver Ore ×27 pieces]

[Obtained: Gleam Crystal ×16]

[Obtained: Low-Tier Skill Book Sacred-Rune Perception]

[Obtained: Mid-Tier Skill Book Purification Barrier]

[Obtained: Mid-Tier Weapon: Sin-Judging Shortstaff]

Prompt after prompt appeared. Isolde collected them so quickly that her hands nearly left afterimages.

The [Radiance Ring] had a vast amount of space, enough to hold everything before her.

Chest after chest of gold coins vanished into thin air, while row after row of heavy shelves became cleaner than if they had been washed in the blink of an eye.

"The Holy Court really is the Holy Court. It eats the people's offerings and drinks the refugees' blood, yet it has secretly fattened up its own storehouse quite nicely."

After stripping the first basic storage area completely bare, Isolde turned around and headed without pause toward the second storage area.

The supplies stored here were clearly of a much higher grade. Every shelf bore magical seals carrying the emblem of Holy White City, while the chests themselves were engraved with extremely complex defensive sealing patterns.

Isolde had originally approached with the mindset of merely trying her luck.

Yet as soon as the Silver Judgment Ring on her index finger drew near, those seemingly unbreakable seals glimmered faintly. With a crisp click, they actually recognized her authorization and opened automatically.

She looked at the ring, and her gaze immediately softened.

Very good. You were already a mature spatial ring. You had learned how to open chests for your owner by yourself.

She smiled innocently and swept everything away without the slightest restraint.

Only after the third row of high-tier shelves had also been emptied by more than half did Isolde suddenly stop.

She sharply lifted her head, her expression changing slightly.

Soul Threads spread through the cracks between the floor tiles. Through the vibrations transmitted back by the threads, she vaguely caught the sound of heavy footsteps approaching from nearby.

Those were definitely not the frantic footsteps of ordinary clerics fleeing. They belonged to a disciplined armed force advancing in heavy armor.

And more than one squad was coming.

An extraordinarily powerful magical fluctuation was mixed among them.

It seemed that the reinforcements stationed in Holy White City had arrived.

Isolde made her decision at once. With a turn of her hand, the last teleportation stone was already held between her fingertips.

Mist slowly swirled within the irregular crystal, as if it contained a fragment of the night sky.

The destination coordinates had been locked—Crowcandle Castle.

She cast one last regretful glance toward the depths of the storehouse, where two rows of high-tier materials had yet to be fully collected.

What a shame.

But she could not be too greedy. More importantly, if she got any greedier, this fragile little thing would be leaving her life here today.

Isolde tightened her fingers and crushed the teleportation stone.

A gray spatial storm suddenly erupted from her palm and swallowed her figure.

Almost at the same instant, a furious shout came from beyond the storehouse's heavy doors:

"Break it down—!"

The sacred-rune door, already on the verge of collapse, was forcibly blasted apart by a violent martial technique, sending countless wood splinters flying everywhere.

Several knights clad in holy heavy armor and several white-robed mages wielding staffs burst through the door, radiating killing intent.

Yet although they raised their greatswords and staffs, they only had time to see a fading gray-blue afterimage in the air at the center of the room.

And a storehouse that was more than half empty.

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