Past High Priest Jewel Novels & Stories

“Others I don’t recognize. May I take a picture? I’d like to verify some of these symbols.” “Sure,” Thea said. Gaia pulled out her phone and snapped a few pictures. “It’s clear you’re special,” Ruby said. She had a calming presence like her magic affinity was in peacemaking. “And that we should help you,” Amethyst said, tucking her dark brown hair behind her ear. She was the youngest high priestess in the area, but her deep brown eyes held knowledge and wisdom.

Yegor bowed his head. “You’ve given me something extremely useful. The Wirremus Pearl I had in my past life was surprisingly still around.” “The Wirremus Pearl?” James furrowed his brows. “The Wirremus Pearl contains massive amounts of Historial Power.” Yegor continued, “It was one of the treasures owned by the sect I belonged to in my past life. “I wanted to achieve the peak of Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation before joining the battle happening back then.

, He said in a clear yet polite tone, loud enough to be heard by everyone present in the main hall. Damian heeded the request of the holy priest and let go of his none existence ego for a little while. He immediately kneeled before the priest The priest then took the holy relics from the flat wooden plate and asked Damian to raise his hands in the front. Damian raised his hands forward, ready to receive the Holy relics which are supposed to pass down to the next king. The holy priest picked up the relics, one was a wound, and another one was a pure crystal with a rainbow specialized inside it.

oh it's that thing ' " Your artifact is a blue and black necklace with a gold cross in the middle with some inscriptions isn't it ?" the priest looked surprised and asked. " h..how do you know" An evil grin spread across his face as he looked at the priest and reactivated his powers but on the necklace this time " Because it's mine !" .

When we reached the altar, Finn pulled an antique jewelry box from his suit pocket. The moment he opened it, a collective gasp swept through the crowd. A blue diamond necklace lay on the velvet lining, each gem shimmering with a light like the moon itself. "Is that..." the High Elder was speechless. "The Tear of the Goddess," Finn said softly. "The legendary tear the Moon Goddess shed for a true mortal love." The crowd fell silent. The Tear of the Goddess. It was a treasure of myth. The last time it appeared at auction, it sold for two hundred million.

“I heard that they just found that jewel hidden in one of the ancient runes’ treasury. After a close inspection and appraising, they claimed that the jewel has the ability to make someone’s life prosper to a great level. That’s why I thought that you wouldn’t miss this chance.” Kazal narrowed his eyelids, still tossing this cat merchant in front of him with a doubtful gaze. An enchanted jewel worth a godly amount of money, at single glance people won’t believe it. Even Kazal had a hard time believing in what Rein said. However, Rein has been one of his trusted vassal for years now, and he knows Rein never lies when it comes to giving information. Kazal placed his monocular down and cupped hi

As my life hung in the balance, and I entrusted myself to their hands, my only source of comfort lay in my existing knowledge. "Amethyst stands before the temple, a Southerner with the blood of tyrants coursing through her veins," the high priestess proclaimed, pausing briefly as she gently cupped the silver goblet in her hand before drinking from its contents. "To our high creator, we present someone seeking redemption for her sins and past. Grant us our prayers," she invoked. A high-pitched sound reverberated, resonating throughout the vast expanse of the temple.

His golden eyes locked onto hers, steady and reassuring. Sensing her nervousness, he leaned in and whispered, “You are mine, Emma. This bond will only make us stronger.” His voice, low and deep, sent a shiver down her spine, but not out of fear out of something else. Something far more profound. The High Priestess, an elderly woman with silver hair cascading down her back, stepped forward. In her hands, she held the sacred Moon Chalice, a silver goblet filled with water blessed by the Goddess Selene.

One of the nobles who were on the Second Prince's faction indignantly said. "Count Bolton, what made you think that not choosing a jeweled eye possessor was an exception? Don't forget that the Holy Maiden before Princess Kristina was a lowly commoner borne from a slave!" One of the Second Prince's advisers said, "They may not have chosen the previous Saint Archmages as the Holy Maiden. But that doesn't mean that they wouldn't do now! Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea was the only jeweled eye possessor that was borne from the highest concentration of magic of the Saint Archmage and the most divine power of the Holy Maiden!" The adviser glanced at everyone and bowed his head to the Second Prince.

However, because Wenzel had been missing for all these years, the Hierophant had been leading the Seven Families. That was why the Priesthood's social standing was far higher than before, despite being just a non-essential body in the past. For example, the one who chaired this auction this evening was the so-called Priestess. Harvey had heard plenty of rumors about the Priestess since he had arrived in Grand City. She was said to be extremely beautiful, talented, and powerful. In other words, she was a woman of prodigious talents. However, another thing that he noticed was that both the Hierophant and the Priestess had openly announced that they were supportive of Dan.