These so-called sacred artifacts were of little use to Han Shuo, but on the Qio Continent, people interested in them would surely be beyond counting, flocking to fight over them.
Van Razer stared blankly, holding those holy relics of the Church of Light, momentarily at a loss.
He knew how much he could gain if he really put them up for auction. But the sacred artifacts in his hands came from the Church of Light. Once they left here, the Church of Light would do everything possible to reclaim them. Han Shuo had even killed the Light Pope, so the Lancelot Empire and the Church of Light were bound to fight to the death. If the Church of Light obtained these sacred artifacts from him, it would undoubtedly gain tremendous power.
"Brian, forget it. Let's not sell these sacred artifacts," Lawrence suddenly said, looking troubled.
Glancing at Lawrence with a faint, ambiguous smile, Han Shuo said leisurely, "Don't worry. Even if the Church of Light really buys these things back with gold, it still won't be a threat. I killed the Light Pope even when he had these things. How much trouble could anyone else cause?"
"That's not what I meant." Lawrence chuckled helplessly and pointed at Emias beside him. "Take a look at Emias."
Taken aback, Han Shuo turned to look at Emias.
Emias's eyes shone as he fixed them on the Church of Light's sacred artifacts in Van Razer's hands. His lips moved as though he wanted to say something, but he kept hesitating without speaking.
One glance was enough for Han Shuo to understand. He silently cursed himself, realizing he had overlooked one thing-Emias practiced light magic.
Emias was Han Shuo's brother-in-law, after all. Although Han Shuo was not particularly close to him, Emily was his younger