Chapter 1231 - 492: Opportunity (2)
Not just other people, even the two involved couldn’t help but feel a wave of tension in their hearts.
"How long has it been since I experienced this kind of nervous feeling?" Keparo looked at the stone house in front of him and couldn’t help but laugh as he spoke.
"It’s important, hence the feeling." Anka said briefly, and then the two knocked on the door together.
After Jason opened the door, he smiled at the two and led them inside.
At this moment, there was a box used for storing treasures placed on the table in the living room.
The two of them saw the box and were immediately captivated.
Alka sat beside the table, glanced at them with a smile, and then opened the box without hesitation, revealing two brand-new treasures.
One was just as Keparo needed—a guard worn on the right wrist.
According to some tribal customs of the Keparo race, Alka had engraved some patterns and carvings.
He also bordered the guard with a canine tooth unique to their race.
It looked ancient and wild.
Keparo walked over quickly, took the treasure out of the box, and examined it carefully, with an increasingly satisfied expression on his face.
The structure of the patterns indicated that Alka indeed put some thought into it.
He couldn’t help but smile and nod to Alka: "Thank you, I’m very satisfied with this appearance."
"Try it and see if there are any problems."
Keparo nodded and placed the treasure on his right forearm in front of everyone.
It was only then that Alka noticed that his left sleeve also had a guard emitting an orange glow in his eyes.
With the guard on, Keparo’s right hand curved into claws towards his direction, seemingly getting ready to make a fist.
Although there was no special effect, Alka could keenly sense a very stable film forming around Keparo, isolating something.
This was the ability of this treasure.
Then came the other item in the box.
This treasure was made of fabric, like folded clothing. The fabric’s color was pure black, even absorbing the surrounding light as it seemed.
The black fabric lumped together made it hard to realize it was fabric without careful observation.
It was too black.
Anka reached out, picked up the cloak, and unfolded it.
The cloak was unusually spacious, with a hood.
He immediately wore it, then put on the hood. His entire attire fitted exceptionally, instantly hiding into the black cloak.
Magic Power infused in it, he vanished in front of everyone.
But it didn’t achieve complete invisibility.
At least visually, he indeed disappeared, right under their eyes.
After all, this was only a Holy Grail Level treasure; it couldn’t achieve complete invisibility and needed to cooperate with other treasures.
The prior appearance of this item wasn’t pleasing.
Because it resembled a prisoner’s shackle appearance.
Switching to a black cloak matched extremely well with the treasure’s ability.
From their expressions, it was clear they were very satisfied.
Facing their gratitude, Alka said with a smile, "As long as you’re satisfied, I entrust you with the following actions for your assistance."
The two nodded, chatted casually for a few moments, and then parted ways.
The two had barely walked far when someone came up to them.
"How is it, Keparo?"
Seeing the curious expression on the newcomer’s face, Keparo smiled.
"Very well, no, extremely well, wholly exceeding my expectations."
Saying this, he unreservedly extended his right hand, displaying a guard on it.
The person beside him was evidently quite familiar with Keparo, recognizing from the arm armor that he didn’t have this treasure before.
After thinking for a moment: "The bracelet you had before?"
"That’s right."
Seeing this, he basically confirmed, then looked at Anka.
He was evidently also quite familiar with Anka.
Anka directly cloaked himself and disappeared in front of him.
This scene also granted observers around them the answers they desired.
You should know Anka didn’t previously possess this readily identifiable treasure, nor did a treasure that created the same effect have this appearance.
At this time, atop a nearby watchtower.
An elder leaned on his scepter, observing the scene below.
"Damn, why does the Holy Mother Church always find such... gifted children." He said, his tone filled with envious sourness.
Hearing this, a young person beside him couldn’t help but curiously comment, "It’s said that Alka might be the Holy Mother’s..."
Such rumors spread within the Four Gods Church.
Listening to this, the old man tapped his cane and waved his hand.
"Only you young people believe such rumors, how could such a thing..." He initially intended to say how it couldn’t be possible.
He had previously thought this way, after all, how could a son of the Holy Mother exist, especially emerging only now, evolving from a mere mortal.
He was very certain that Alka didn’t exhibit any Son of God features.
If so, he would have long traveled the world.
But the issue now was, observing these incredible abilities, he couldn’t help but reconsider the potential reality of such a situation.
After all, a Divine powerful of their own nature, who knows what ideas these Divines might possess.
...
The matter quickly fermented, but those genuinely seeking Alka’s assistance, hoping to reconstruct the treasure’s carrier, were very few.