Worldly Flowers is a floral crown, with delicate blooms and a wild charm, vying in five colors for beauty, not luxurious but sowhat better looking than a regular crown.
Once worn on the head, it would be surrounded by fascinating flowers of five colors that slowly lifted into the air, allowing one to fly upon the blooms. As the lifting power ca from exotic flowers, the speed and duration of flight depended on the cultivator's mastery.
Forged by Saint Alchemist Master Stardust, the Worldly Flowers could be powered by any energy; Fighting Spirit, Blood Energy, magic, or soul power—all could control this extraordinary object.
Charles had admired it for a while but had not been willing to keep it with him. He put it back in the box ant for holding the Worldly Flowers.
Although these exotic flowers could remain unfading for years, they were quite fragile and no more hardy than average fresh flowers, and equally delicate and vulnerable. Even though Saint Alchemist Master Stardust had sealed the wondrous seeds within so that as long as the roots and branches remained undamaged, they could slowly blossom and repair the extraordinary object, few people were willing to use it carelessly.
Charles thought it best to take the opportunity to sell it; the object was precious but not particularly practical.
Besides these two high-order extraordinary items, the Baron's collection consisted almost entirely of mid-level items—after all, he had a preference for high-quality objects. However, there were also two low-order extraordinary items: a pair of handguns nad "Famous Paintings."
These handguns weren't weapons in the traditional sense. Shooting soone with one of them would leave the target completely unaware, but firing the other at a wall or a canvas would create a lifelike portrait of that person.
The portrait could interact simply by singing, dancing, smiling, showing annoyance, or seductive gestures. However, it lacked real logic, reacting like a puppet on strings.
The handguns "Famous Paintings" could only produce five magical portraits. If a sixth was made, the first would disappear, always maintaining the number at five.
Upon acquiring these handguns, Charles's first thought was that he should sell them.
They were rely amusing trifles, utterly useless. With the money from selling them, wouldn't it be better to go on a real date with a beautiful girl?
He then recalled Anne Brittany and mused, "If I could hang Anne's magical portrait at Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58..."
"Tsk!"
"I should give these handguns to Anne and then have her give her magical portrait."
Suddenly, Charles beca clever.
He picked up the five magical portraits secretly hidden by the Baron, curious about which beauties the Baron had collected.
Obviously, such things couldn't be seen by the Baron's wife, so instead of being displayed on a wall in the castle, they had been kept secret.
Upon revealing the first magical portrait, Charles's initial reaction was a sense of familiarity. He was sure he hadn't t this lady before, with her sultry looks and gorgeous appearance, slightly older in age but with a mature charm and a touch of sentintality.
After pondering for a mont, Charles suddenly broke into a cold sweat as he found nurous indescribable scenes with this lady in his mory.
Charles was shocked on the spot and thought, "Damn! Did Mister Charles cklen have such a high-end ga in his early years?"
The magic portrait was indeed as lively as a "short video," with glimring eyes that seed to look right at you, filled with life. Charles dared not to look any longer and quickly closed the magic portrait.
He didn't recognize the lady, but he had "mories" of her—she was the wife of another baron from the Behemoth Duchy.
Of course, that baron had no idea about it, and neither did any other baron. Otherwise, how could Sherlock cklen have possibly continued his studies in Strasbourg? He would have been strangled by one of the barons long ago.
Charles switched to another magic portrait, and his first reaction was a sense of familiarity—it was a young girl, vibrant and lively, with a hint of spring in her eyes and brows. She was quite similar to the woman in the first portrait, a beauty in her own right, and he hurriedly closed the portrait, not daring to look any longer.
He also had mories of this young girl—she was the daughter of the lady in the first portrait…
Even though Charles's mory had beco incredibly sharp after facing the Evil God directly, many things would settle into the depths of his mory if he didn't think of them. They were like books tucked away in the deepest part of a library that go unseen unless soone borrows them. Their knowledge doesn't vanish—it simply isn't seen.
"Holy shit! Mister Charles cklen, how did you manage not to get beaten to death back in the Behemoth Duchy?"
"Maybe Kahnstan killed you because the Evil God couldn't stand your ssy life, being too upright to ignore it."
Charles didn't even know if that was self-mockery.
He struggled for a while before he started to look at the other three magic portraits, releasing three relieved sighs in succession. He didn't recognize these three ladies and there were no unspeakable images of them in his mory. Although they were all quite attractive, they would no longer cause Mister cklen to be "shocked to his core."
Charles suppressed the old mories that were bubbling up in his mind. He didn't want his spirit to be corrupted, so he carefully put away the three magic portraits, planning to burn them later.
Among the twenty-six mid-level transcendent items left by Baron Feil, nineteen were non-combat items. Like dark luxury, worldly splendor, and famous paintings, they were valuable and each had its unique use, but they couldn't be used in combat.
He wasn't particularly interested in them, so he focused his remaining attention on the seven extraordinary weapons.
Baron Feil's collection didn't contain any bloodsucking weapons from the Blood Clan, nor creations from classical alchemy. Perhaps the baron had a preference for classic alchemy, as all the extraordinary weapons he collected were creations of classic alchemy.
Among the six extraordinary objects Charles had sent out, two were magic guns given to two ladies, a magical stabbing sword to Dobin, a giant axe to Yellow Bear, and two knight's spears to his newly subdued folks, Gwen and The Wind Wolf Bankcroft. Your next journey awaits at empire
Of the remaining seven extraordinary weapons, five were magic stabbing swords, which Charles had no interest in since he was not short on extraordinary weapons, especially after he obtained the Blood Rose. The remaining two were magic gun holsters, which happened to be exactly what Charles needed.
The hallmark of classic alchemy was the antispace technology, which allowed items with antispace attributes to be hidden within any object, making them incredibly convenient to carry.
Classical alchemy lacked this technology but had the ancient magic bag technique, which was severely limited. It required very high-end magic materials and constant input of energy to maintain once sothing was placed inside, unlike the easily realized antispace technology.
Previously, Charles had considered purchasing a piece of spatial equipnt, but these items cost far more than the antispace extraordinary items, easily exceeding a thousand Aegeus. Back then, his total wealth was a little over a thousand Aegeus, so he couldn't afford to buy one.
These two magic gun holsters could only fit two long guns, five handguns, and a thousand rounds of ammunition. However, due to spatial repulsion, they couldn't contain antispace alchemical magic guns, making them far superior to the integrated space bullet bag belonging to Magru Teller, the forr warden of Kilmainham Prison who rged with the Cursed Armant.
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