Novel & Cerita Nobles Equipment

He said without looking up. “Yes… I suppose.” Anubis curled his fingers and clenched a tight fist. “I really hope we can obtain those items by tonight.” “According to you, the lord is flying here?” He asked while reading the long list with a grunt. “This is the long list. Ammo, bazookas, guns, rifles… I can help you with special boots but anything beyond that would be impossible.” “Can’t you handle the order somehow?” Busaba pleaded, her face distorted unpleasantly.

The distinction was stark: wounds could be healed, but hearts pierced by the sacred weapons would not be revived. Eryndor, his chest heaving with exhaustion, gazed upon the carnage with a mix of awe and trepidation. His Shadowsting dagger, still trembling with the force of his final blow, seemed to whisper dark secrets in his ear. Jack Wolf, his Moonwhisper spear a glow with a soft, ethereal light, stood tall amidst the chaos. His eyes locked onto Eryndor, and a silent challenge issued between them. The arena, once a place of savage contest, had become a crucible for something greater. The true battle was far from over; in fact, it was only just beginning.

Light touch of foundation with slight ting of blush with bright red lipstick, she looked like a goddess, maybe more beautiful then goddess Aphrodite. Celestine's eyes went down on her dress and a small gasp escaped from her mouth. It was a Victoria's secret backless body hugging black silk gown with a small slid on both sides of her legs, revealing a small portion of her pale, slender legs. Its sides were embroidered with gold thread. Her antique jewelry from Chanel's signature collection 'Lion' with Louis Vuitton's new addition gold clutch and black high heels, were priceless and screaming wealth. Her aura turned from wild to elegant and classy.

Even if ordinary magical equipment is not used, it will reach the end of its life in about a hundred years, so it is simply not affordable for ordinary nobles. Christine herself was equipped with a magnificent knight's sword. This ancestral long sword was forged with the addition of rare metals such as mithril, and its use by a member of the legal profession will not affect spellcasting. It is also engraved with a 'sturdy' magical array, equivalent to a +2 attribute weapon. The sword is said to cost 2,000 gold coins. There are also a few spell scrolls that can be brought along to make up for the lack of spells.

The equipment of this game is divided into five levels. Gold equipment is top-level equipment, which is difficult to get. The next level is purple equipment, then orange equipment, blue equipment, and finally white equipment. The newbies are all dressed in white, which is no attribute. The blue and the orange are generally worn by a few people. The Rich people are dressed in purple, and the top masters are dressed in gold. However, I, who is dressed in gold is worn by a guy in orange and I couldn’t bear it. “There must be a bug in the game. I have to call the game company.

Ember helped me fasten a gold chain belt loosely around my hips, and I put on a necklace with a chain that dangled between my breasts. Underneath, I wore my boots. And a knife strapped to my thigh, which could be accessed through a slit in the gown. “I don’t know how to use—” “It is just for appearances,” Ember said matter-of-factly as she finished fastening the knife to my leg. “Every noblewoman carries at least one weapon on her person. Should someone ask what you carry, you can show them this.” I frowned, thinking back on how Neil had said that the noblewomen were particularly vicious, but said nothing. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to use the knife; but it did make me feel a little safer, I

However, Nigel thought his nephew sounded like he had exaggerated too much about Chase. The Origin of Dark and Light and the Dark and Light Emerald Lotus were not something that an ordinary person could possess. As for the Innate Path Physique and Innate Supreme Bone, both were not much use to someone of Nigel's caliber.

She was so used to him always doing the negotiations, she had fallen silent by virtue of habit. “Um, I, I would like to have the Amber Bow,” she said, her voice dripping with uncertainty. “Would you really?” Chuckled Papa Bois, raising his thick grey eyebrows. It was the first time he had so much as cracked a smile since they had met him. He seemed amused by Cory. “Yes, I need it. Very much! I…my friends have the Vermillion Sword and the Crimson Axe,” she explained. “And you do not wish to be left out?” Wondered Papa Bois aloud.

"Ah, the Whitmoor mate. Your naming-day treasures are forged and ready for pick-up." I started the runner, the massive engine let out a fierce, mechanical growl that made my wolf purr as I steered the machine toward the high-ranking quarter of Abakon Yellow. It was a small, exclusive merchant square nestled beside the elite training dens. The master smith quickly handed me a series of locked velvet boxes containing an expensive silver-link watch forged with lunar stones, a pair of thick black leather hunting boots stitched to my exact size, and a massive chest crate containing a dark, form-fitting combat tunic woven from reinforced silk.

Lenato said while he congratulated Rolfe. The other members gave a gift to commemorate this occasion. The Chief gave Rolfe a Zonian sword he recovered from the wilderness where his tribe lived. Margaret gave Rolfe silver armor that would deflect even the most deadly blow. The Inquisitor presented Rolfe a stallion born from the strongest and swiftest breed in the Kingdom. His father, Lenato, gave his son a crimson cape that matched his armor. These gifts would make Rolfe stand out from the rest of the knights and fill anyone with envy, awe, and a sense of command.