Chapter 423 - Volume 3
Chapter 202 – The victory loot that continues to give surprises
The era of the Holy Saints was one of the most vibrant periods where many had learned ancient combat techniques. But the majority of these techniques, including the various swordsmanships, were lost.
Even intermediate-ranked combat techniques were considered rare.
The current Wind Elves who had guarded their history with considerable effort did not even manage to keep even one high-ranked technique, and they studied intermediate-ranked techniques instead.
Even the White Raven Sword Arte that Brendel was using was an incomplete technique derived from the Wind Elves, and it was considered to be a secret Arte handed down to Aouine’s royal members.
It was only a hundred-odd years later, when the Mana Wave reached its peak, that the Sage Slates reacted and pointed to hidden areas. Various factions and adventurers finally discovered the ancient techniques that were used in the past.
Orthlyss was a Heroic Spirit who worked as a personal knight of the Wind Empress who also fought against the Dragon of Darkness’s forces. Brendel could hardly imagine what combat techniques she possessed, and she was the very definition of a huge, dazzling, walking treasure mine.
“So what exactly can I learn?!” Brendel asked with slight disbelief.
It was the ultimate potion that the Holy Cathedral of Fire developed in order to ‘save someone from the brink of death’ if there was a lack of Priests. It was the effort of countless people and money, and the effect surpassed everyone’s expectations.
Even a few drops of the potion could restore flesh on a bone. However, the price was so exorbitant that even the most powerful faction in the continent would be stressed greatly from procuring one. It was also the reason why the other types of subsequent healing potions eventually became popular and mass-produced, though their effects were increasingly diminished.
Brendel had to take in several breaths before he managed to tear his eyes away from the vials and put them into his bag. He felt like he was swimming in a sea of golden coins, no, there was really a sea of coins in front of him.
“Wh— There are rare materials and suits of armor and weapons in this vault! …… Hmm, mostly from the Holy Cathedral of Fire.”
Brendel was now certain that this vault belonged to Amman. It seemed like the Dimension Space that he possessed had resisted the Chaos Element Power and prevented the destruction of these things.