Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 379 - 318: The Flying Pegasus_1

Chapter 379: Chapter 318: The Flying Pegasus_1

Mr. Gaven decisively stopped trying.

This situation hadn’t completely exceeded his expectations.

Even Destroy Evil wasn’t omnipotent after all.

Those magic items usually already had their own magic cycles, and integrating other magic effects into them wasn’t that easy.

If one utilized Divine Nature, triggering a Divine Nature Fusion, then that would be a different story.

However, the value of Divine Nature was clear, and unless it was a sufficiently enticing, powerful magic ability, using it wasn’t worth it—not needing it to be on the level of something like the Deformed Golden Crown.

But even that level was a rare find.

Mr. Gaven took out a fine hand axe and slapped the orb onto it again.

This time it was a success in one go; the hand axe immediately hovered beside him and began to slowly rotate around him.

With a stretch of his hand, the hand axe immediately fell into his grasp.

A typical Dancing Air Weapon.

It had not merely acquired a new magic ability.

The nature of the hand axe had also become that of a +2 Magic Hand Axe.

With that alone, the value of this hand axe had increased by at least a hundredfold.

A hand axe that would normally only cost five or six gold coins now had a value of at least five or six hundred gold coins.

This was the difference between an ordinary weapon and a Magic Hand Axe.

For a very simple example,

Before, this hand axe, if used to chop Mr. Gaven, who was clad in his combat armor, wouldn’t even reach the actual armor, being stopped by the invisible magical shield of the combat armor.

But once it became a Magic Hand Axe, this invisible magical shield would no longer provide any resistance to it.

Of course, to actually harm him, it would still need to breach the physical protection of the combat armor itself, which wasn’t much less than that of the invisible magical shield.

In the hands of an ordinary person, its lethality became even more formidable.

An ordinary person wielding a hand axe would deal 1D6 (1-6) damage, but with a +2 Magic Hand Axe it would become 1D6+2 (3-8); a normal adult only has 6-8 life points and wouldn’t withstand three hits from a Magic Hand Axe.

Uncle Darnell and Valon, watching from the side, were almost staring wide-eyed.

The power of Mr. Gaven’s Destroy Evil was just too immense, going beyond merely destroying evil artifacts, but even transforming them into magic weapons they could use.

It was plainly a profit-making business, where a wave of the hand translated to many gold coins in one’s pocket.

There was no need for Mr. Gaven to speak, for as soon as he began to execute Destroy Evil on the third Awakened Broom, Darnell had taken the initiative to find the combat boots.

By the time Mr. Gaven had completed the destruction, he had also returned.

Following the same process, the second pair of Winged Boots was freshly made.

The remaining animated items were once again clapped by Mr. Gaven into another broom, turning it into an Awakened Broom.

Although turning into a Magic Hand Axe had multiplied its value, compared to ordinary magic equipment, this ability was somewhat flashy and impractical; the most suitable magic ability for such a throwing weapon would still be boomeranging.

A boomeranging Magic Hand Axe would not simply have a value multiplied by a hundred times, two to three hundred times would be more like it, since the pricing of magic equipment is inherently unstable, depending on whether the abilities matched ones needs and how urgent the requirement was.

In the hands of an ordinary dexterous warrior, Vampire Fangs would be a small treasure.

But in the hands of a vampire, they would be akin to a lesser divine artifact.

The price one is willing to pay will certainly differ.

After having destroyed and transformed three magic items in a row, even Mr. Gaven, with his strong spirit, felt somewhat drained, his complexion noticeably fatigued.

Valon, sensing it was time to call it a day, actively suggested, "Let’s stop here for today. You have traveled long and are already worn out, and on top of that, you’ve strained Mr. Gaven with these energy-consuming attempts, which is truly inadvisable.

We have witnessed Mr. Gaven’s abilities with our own eyes, and they are indeed incredibly powerful. We shall hand over all the remaining cursed items and evil artifacts to Mr. Gaven."

"Good," acknowledged Mr. Gaven, aware that turning over and destroying the Monastery of the Hammer of Justice’s collection amassed over many years wouldn’t be done overnight.

"I’ve already asked someone to prepare dinner; we shall eat as we talk," Valon said, his demeanor even more enthusiastic than when they first met.

Looking at Mr. Gaven, his eyes glowed as if beholding a humanoid treasure, filled with obvious fondness.

If someone could create value for you in the tens or even hundreds of thousands, you’d look at them the same way.

Even if it meant not converting all the items in the sealed chamber right away, bringing forth ten or eight such small treasures like Winged Boots would significantly enhance the strength of the Monastery of the Hammer of Justice.

Magic items were never commonplace; the occurrence of full magic equipment only appeared in novels or legendary tales.

Mr. Gaven, one who dabbled in various crafts, had only a few magic items at hand even now, the most powerful of which were made and modified by his own abilities.

Darnell, as a Transcendent Holy Knight, only had a hammer, shield, and a set of powerful magic armor; should there be others, they were but trinkets added on top—he’d been a seasoned Transcendent Holy Knight for many years.

Items like the Dancing Air Hand Axe, which couldn’t effectively enhance combat ability, were considered mere extras.

Of course, the Monastery of the Hammer of Justice was well established.

There were twelve Judgment Chiefs like Darnell alone.

Non-transcendent Holy Warriors and Holy Warrior Apprentices like Dick and David were innumerable, numbering in the hundreds.

Even if they each brought out one magic item, that would amount to a significant collection.

Unlike the situation in Dragon Oak Territory, where the most opulent equipment was concentrated in Mr. Gaven’s hands, the other high-ranking members didn’t even have one magic item per person.

Such was the advantage of historical depth.

As they walked, Mr. Gaven said, "I can only destroy and transform a limited number of cursed items each day, so this is a long-term project and the remaining ones cannot be rushed like today. To maximize benefits, it’s best to have all theoretical work done before taking action, so we won’t have the kind of mistake that happened the first time."

"Mr. Gaven is absolutely right. What do you need from us? We will surely do everything we can to support you," Valon said, would have raised this matter even without Mr. Gaven’s prompting.

"Make a detailed list of your cursed items and hand it over to me; I’ll take it back and study it carefully with Lord Virginia... um, has Uncle Darnell and Mr. August mentioned in the letter about the identity of Lord Virginia?"

"It’s been mentioned. She’s not only a Transcendent Archmage but also a Fairy Wilderness Lord. If there’s opportunity, we’d like to request Mr. Gaven to introduce us to her. We’ve always maintained respect for these natural friends."

"Certainly, given the chance. Lord Virginia has more professional knowledge in the area of magic items. I’d like to borrow more of that professional knowledge, and I assume the Grand Inquisitor wouldn’t mind?"

"How could I possibly mind? I’d welcome it!"

"Once the study is complete, I’ll make a detailed list of the required items and then start preparing. The distance between Weizemay Manor and the Monastery of the Hammer of Justice is closer than I thought—if traveling by air without cargo, it would take less than an hour to come here."

Of course, Gaven did not plan to stay in the Monastery of the Hammer of Justice and convert all the cursed items at once; that would take at least a week.

Don’t forget, he had just transformed three relatively low-value items.

The more powerful the cursed item, the more troublesome it is. It would be remarkable to transform one or two per day.

The last time he destroyed the Demigod Ruptured Palm, it wasn’t purely through his power but also with the aid of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree.

However, the power of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree is not so easily borrowed. It’s better not to rely on it unless absolutely necessary.

The minor amount of power I drew upon was nothing; most of it was used to tear through the Plane Barrier and for energy transmission.

Every time power is borrowed, even for the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, it is no small consumption.

"Mr. Gaven has given thorough consideration," Valon suddenly stopped walking, "In order to better cooperate between our two parties, I need to introduce a new friend to you. If you can gain the approval of this new friend, your travels will be much easier. I believe gaining the approval of a Fairy Wilderness Lord won’t be much difficulty for you."

As he spoke, Valon had already changed direction.

"New friend?" From Valon’s words, Gaven had a guess as to what he wanted to do, but the term he used left it a bit unclear.

Because if he wanted to give him a flying mount, it wouldn’t be described in this way.

Upon entering the left courtyard, Gaven’s doubts intensified because it was not a stable, more akin to guest rooms, yet somewhat strange—the construction was rather tall, especially the door frames, clearly not designed for ordinary people, but for large creatures.

Valon entered the courtyard and called out loudly, "Luna, Luna, come out and see who’s back! It’s your favorite Uncle Darnell from when you were young. Besides Uncle Darnell, I’ve brought a new friend for you to meet."

Squeak!

The door of the slightly strange room Gaven found odd swung open, and a tall warhorse walked out.

So beautiful.

That was the first impression the warhorse gave.

Pure white as snow, the tips of its fur seemed to shimmer with a silvery light, with a sleek build, tall but not bulky, and its steps were light and graceful.

No, that was definitely not a warhorse.

A warhorse would not have such a rich range of facial expressions.

Nor such a profound gaze, sparkling with the light of intelligence.

Even the mighty steeds of Holy Warriors, once granted great intelligence, would not give off such an aura.

Leaving appearances aside, the wry expression that Luna displayed was as natural as any human’s.

Yueju.

This was a Yueju.

Endowed with high intelligence and naturally immune to undead attacks (such as Life Absorption, the paralyzing touch of undead creatures, etc.), the horse also had some spellcasting abilities.

This breed of horse shared a temperament similar to the elves and were their common choice of mount.

But outside, such horses were rare, including in the Comanso Great Forest, because most Yueju had joined the elves in the Great Withdrawal, living on Eternal Gathering Island.

How could the Monastery of the Hammer of Justice possess a contingent of Yueju?

Wait, that’s not right.

According to Valon, he intended to introduce me to a flying mount.

If another breed of sage horse species—a Pegasus—had appeared here, it would have made more sense.

Yueju had no ability to fly.

Sensing the doubt in Gaven’s mind, Valon introduced her from the side, "Luna is not a pureblooded Yueju, but an Asperi, a hybrid of Yueju and Pegasus, inheriting the traits of both her parents."

With Valon’s explanation, Gaven felt enlightened; his confusion had cleared.

Asperi, in Elvish, means a flying Pegasus.

Being part of the sage horse species, they were often close companions of the elves.

Yueju and Pegasus couplings are not unheard of.

Their offspring typically inherit traits from one parent.

There are very few cases where they have neither parent’s abilities, their wisdom degrading almost to the level of normal warhorses.

An even smaller minority possess abilities from both parents, or go even further, becoming Asperi Yueju.

But now a new problem arose.

These Yueju are often regarded as gifts from the Elf Gods by the Yueju, Pegasus, and elves themselves, receiving the utmost care and attention. How did one end up at the Monastery of the Hammer of Justice?

"Grand Inquisitor, speaking about a person present like this to others, do you find it appropriate?" the Yueju named Luna spoke.

Her voice was sweet and crisp, with a touch of valor; if you just heard her voice, you might think she was an intrepid female Holy Warrior.

"Also, I’m not a child anymore, please don’t use the tone you would use to coax a child when speaking to me. You are the Grand Inquisitor of the Hammer of Justice; please be mindful of your image, especially in front of outsiders," Luna advised with a serious tone. Despite her words coming from a horse, they were slightly unusual.

Both Valon and Darnell, however, appeared completely accustomed to it.