Chapter 589: Evil Attack Staff, Pain Ring

The first one is the primary weapon the opponent used at the time.

A thirty-centimeter-long metal short staff.

This thing is made of an unknown metal; most of it is a grip with mysterious patterns on the surface, while the head of the staff is the image of a wailing man, looking very ghastly.

If one brings an ear close to this wailing man, one can even faintly hear a sound of wailing, as if it were there or not.

"This..."

As soon as Yamila saw this thing, she sat up straight. She did not directly touch the metal short staff with her hands, but instead waved her hand, letting Mimi extend a small hand from the ground to help her hold the metal short staff so she could examine it carefully.

Jier saw Yamila's cautious appearance and rubbed his hands in embarrassment. He had not been as cautious as her; he had picked it up directly from the start. Although reckless, fortunately, nothing strange had happened along the way.

Such as suddenly aging, or becoming listless and dispirited, or something like that.

"Yamila, do you recognize this magic short staff? The enemy who fought me at the time used this staff to launch attacks. Usually, the means of attack seemed impossible for people to see; it was very abrupt and secretive, but fortunately, I have some miraculous means on my side." Jier said this, patting the counterweight ball at the end of the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

Yamila took a look and guessed that it was probably some kind of magic material specialty of a church. Although she could not recognize it, most things from a church are related to the deity they belong to.

Reminded by Jier, she knew this was the Moonlight Iron of the Three Moon God Church.

"Although I don't know much about churches or gods, moonlight has represented the ability to see through evil and concealment since ancient times. This so-called Moonlight Iron probably has similar power too. Not much, but enough."

Yamila commented casually on the magic material accessory on the hunting sword, then continued to examine the metal short staff in front of her.

Jier then took the opportunity to bring over the other similar magic tools obtained from the White Wall King.

They were: two magic rings, but no obvious gems were seen on the rings, as well as magic crystals. A small round disc with gold as the base material; the front of the disc had a mark of a gale, and the back had some words written in the noble language passed down from the Empire. This thing is a protective tool that can trigger a violent cyclone. The effect is very strong, but the defensive consumption of this thing is also very large. Jier had used his weapon to hold off the enemy head-on at the time and had used up the magic power inside this magic tool alive—no, it seemed to have overheated and failed?

Secondly, there was also a glowing badge that he had never been able to turn off. Since the energy inside was used up, this thing had not had any effect, and Jier had even used it as a decoration before.

Besides this, there was a matching set of magic tools, a bell and a small doll of a lion; this thing could not be controlled either.

The last one was a golden hollow round sphere, and inside there was actually a large yellow moth. This thing neither ate nor drank, and carrying it on one's body had no effect, but no side effects appeared either. Jier was a bit suspicious: is this thing a magic tool?

But when killing the White Wall King, only this tool and the large moth inside were carefully kept by the opponent in his left chest.

If it were not an important item, it would not be kept there.

"Did you see anything?" Jier put away these looted items and asked Yamila, who was still carefully observing the metal short staff.

"Of course. Do you take me for those wild magic researchers who have no teacher to guide them? If you meet some people who are mysterious, always talking about magic, mysteries, ancient families, and the like, believe me, most of them are descendants whose ancestors had a Magic Apprentice, or had a Mage but were not direct relatives."

"And in this generation, relying on some magic books and scattered magic tools passed down in the family, they pretend to be mysterious to swindle some foolish, wealthy merchants with too much money."

Yamila shook her head: "But many times, those merchants with little knowledge really fall for this. Anyway, I can't learn the way those people talk, 'Ah, my family, ancient as a deep pool, once saw this object in time,' and so on, blah blah blah."

Jier smiled.

After watching for a while, Yamila finally boldly touched the patterned grip of the metal short staff with her hand.

But she only lightly brushed her fingertips against those patterns a few times: "I know now, this is an Evil Attack Staff made by Evil Sorcerers."

"Evil Attack Staff? And what is an Evil Sorcerer?" Jier frowned and asked.

But Yamila did not explain further. She continued: "After this staff is held by someone, one can rely on the hatred in one's heart to direct the staff to attack the enemy. But did you use this thing before and find that it had no effect at all?"

Jier scratched his head: "No, because this thing looked evil, and I don't lack means of combat, so I haven't really checked this thing."

Rolling her eyes, Yamila had no choice but to continue: "I'll be blunt. If you want to use it, you must first perform a sacrifice to it—offer a person's life—before it can take a person's life in battle."

Jier immediately pointed out: "Then doesn't it get two lives at once?"

Yamila snapped her fingers, *Pop! *

Then she said: "Exactly! So this is the witchcraft used by Evil Sorcerers. I don't know much about these things; I just heard relevant introductions from my teacher when I was studying. Besides the use of magic, there are other means like witchcraft and evil arts. The former covers everything from miraculous knowledge accumulated from ancient times to borrowing the great power of nature spirits, and even includes the spell applications of some herbs and simple magic potions."

"And the latter." Yamila deliberately made a scary expression on her face, but Jier was not frightened.

And he could not be frightened.

"And the latter is when Evil Sorcerers rely on some mysterious existences that are equally powerful but of unknown origin, relying on their power to drive some spells. They can't even be called magic; they can only be said to be a kind of quasi-spell. Offer something to the other party, and the other party grants some temporary power—this is the method of Evil Sorcerers."

Yamila pointed to this metal short staff: "And this is an example. It can summon an evil existence residing inside the evil staff to attack the enemy, but the premise is that one must offer an equivalent life before the battle begins. Offer a life to it, and it can be used by you."

"At the same time, it recognizes people. That enemy of yours once offered a life to it, so he could use it to fight and take lives. But neither you nor I have offered a life to it, so we are completely unable to use it. Also, don't look at me; I don't know how to offer a life to it either."

Yamila shrugged: "My teacher wasn't so free as to teach us Magic Apprentices who don't study magic well these useless bits of knowledge. After all, there are too many ways to take a person's life; where is the need for such trouble?"

She complained: "Ordinary people can easily strangle another person with their hands. Those of us who use magic can strangle a person from a distance with a Magic Hand. Or cast a magic missile? Release a sheet of flame? All are possible."

"Soldiers can swing their swords to cut off an enemy's head and body, and archers can shoot arrows to turn people into hedgehogs. And those in power only need to move their mouths and wave their hands, and naturally, there will be people to take care of the people they want to kill for them. Aren't all these easier than this evil and troublesome method?"

"Taking a person's life is just such an easy thing."

After speaking, she pushed the metal short staff to Jier with disgust and warned: "Although these evil arts of Evil Sorcerers are a bit troublesome, they are often very surprising, so occasionally some people will still use these means. This enemy of yours seems to be like this; he must know some Evil Sorcerers and associate with them. You are a person with means, Jier. I don't suggest you use this kind of means to fight. How does it go—oh, it damages honor. Ha—"

Jier also smiled, and he asked: "Then can it be sold? And how much is it worth?"

"That's hard to say, and you definitely can't sell it through normal means. Don't look at me; what use would I have for this thing? If my teacher found out, she would criticize me. And if you use or sell it, you will definitely be criticized by others, you must understand."

Jier picked up this Evil Attack Staff, looking sullen: "So, this thing can only be collected? Or thrown away? Can it be destroyed? Are there any organizations that are hostile to Evil Sorcerers? Can I offer it to them?"

"I don't know about that, but I have seen people auctioning similar things in some underground black markets. I think this kind of niche thing can only be sold normally in those places that cannot see the light."

Yamila suggested.

After she finished speaking, seeing Jier put this thing away, she continued to check the other things Jier had brought out.

Actually, she lied; she knew how to use this metal short staff. After all, this kind of thing used for attacking and fighting could not be that complicated by design.

And the so-called sacrifice was not that complicated either. Her teacher had told her about the usage methods of some similar things; it was really very simple. Like these niche methods that are difficult to promote, they often come with 'instructions for use'—that is to say, keep this thing by your side, have more contact with it, and listen carefully; often the existence behind these niche things will actively tell you how they should be used.

Like methods of sacrifice, they will also actively inform you.

After all, the existence behind the evil arts is definitely happy to get a harvest.

But this thing is basically of no use to Jier. After all, if it comes to killing people, can't Jier use his fists? Can't he use his sword? It's easier and simpler, with no need for complex sacrificial rituals, and then secretly using an Evil Attack Staff to kill enemies in a niche way.

Yamila first checked the two rings Jier brought out. She herself liked to make magic tools like rings because these things are the easiest to sell!

Those wealthy noble women who lack a sense of security and need magic tools to highlight their mystery and power are the most loyal buyers of her magic rings.

So Yamila picked up the two rings provided by Jier and checked them briefly, knowing the function of these rings: "Oh, this one is a common Illumination Ring."

After speaking, she used a little Magic Power, and the magic ring held in her hand emitted a glowing white light. At the beginning, the white light was quite weak, but soon, the illumination ability was about the same as other magic illumination means in the hall at this time.

Jier grinned: "I've discovered, is the probability of an Illumination Ring appearing among magic rings a bit high?"

Yamila spread her hands: "There's no help for it. When out and about, portable lighting methods are always what people who can afford Magic Rings need most. Although most of them have people to serve them, how can the oil lamps and torches held by your servants compare to my illumination magic? With this comparison, doesn't it show that the difference in status, wealth, and connections between people is far superior to the other party?"

Jier said helplessly: "Vanity—"

Yamila said with a grin: "But this so-called vanity can bring me quite a bit of wealth, so I like vanity, especially some vain friends; the more of them, the better!"

"Then what about this one? It wouldn't be an Illumination Ring too, would it? Does it emit light directly, or does the ball of light it emits change color on its own? Also, I don't see any Magic Crystal or Gems on the ring face or setting," Jier asked.

Yamila first explained the latter to Jier: "It's very simple. Do you see? These rings are all quite wide; this is for the convenience of the user after wearing armor and gloves. Therefore, in order to protect the Gems on the ring face and the Magic Crystal on the setting, this type of Magic Power storage structure is actually carefully designed and built inside the ring."

She pointed to the ring in her hand: "If you are willing, you can use a Dagger to carefully cut the ring open, and you will be able to find the thing that stores Magic Power inside the ring. It's inside."

Jier was not stupid, of course he would not destroy the ring like that just to satisfy his own curiosity.

"So, what is its function?" Jier asked.

Yamila frowned and cursed something under her breath, then a mischievous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth as she aimed the ring at Jier: "I said it's boring, why don't you try it yourself?"

Jier narrowed his eyes: "Am I that stupid? Please put away the mischievous look on your face."

But Yamila stopped pretending entirely and grinned: "Then do you want to try it or not? If you don't try, I won't tell you."

"Is it dangerous?"

Yamila shook her head: "No danger!"

Jier didn't believe her, but he was curious; the smile on Yamila's face looked very much like a mischievous grin, not like she was trying to harm him.

So Jier took off his glove and extended the back of his hand toward her: "Come on then."

Yamila immediately sent Magic Power into the ring in her hand, then moved quickly to poke the front of the ring onto the back of Jier's hand.

"Hiss—so painful!"

Jier let out a strange cry. He wasn't afraid of pain; he rarely cried out when injured in battle. But this was different; the sudden pain was extremely intense!

It was not something a normal person could endure just by willpower.

Clearly, in Jier's eyes, the ring held in Yamila's hand only lightly touched the back of his hand, and there was no obvious wound on the back of his hand, but a huge, unbearable pain was transmitted from the back of his hand to his brain.

"Hiss-ha—stop, stop, stop! This is too painful, what's going on? Is this thing specifically used to torture people?" Jier cried out.

Yamila smirked: "You guessed right, this is meant for torturing people. Although I haven't made this type of Magic Ring, some of my classmates have accepted similar commissions from some Nobles to make some Magic Tool specifically for torturing people."

"They are mostly used for interrogation, but I can't say for sure if some people will use them for other purposes. You know, Nobles enjoy themselves all day long, and they have long grown tired of some common means of pleasure; there's no guarantee that some people wouldn't like this kind of thing."

When Yamila talked about this, her face didn't show much, but her tone was clearly excited, as if she herself liked such things.

Jier shook his hand, trying to relieve the pain he had just felt in that way.

"But I don't think my opponent, among some Bandit groups, would do this kind of thing. It's mostly used for punishing subordinates and interrogation. This thing is good; in the future, I won't have to dunk people into water barrels, and then have to find Priests to save them; it's too much trouble. Just poke the other party with this thing and watch them wail in pain!"

Jier said excitedly.

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