“Why did you bid on such a useless item?” Gargith asked with a confused expression.

It was just an unknown piece of metal that had gone unsold for such a long time. As someone unfamiliar with magic, Gargith couldn’t seem to detect any value from this metal object.

It was small, about the size of a finger at most, and it couldn’t be reforged or even manipulated with mana. Although the starting price might have been the lowest of all the items that the auction house had unveiled so far, in Gargith’s opinion, that metal object wasn’t even worth a million sals.

Eugene didn’t say anything. Instead, he clenched his fists as he tried to bring an order to the dizzying flood of thoughts rushing through his head.

Vermouth had wielded numerous weapons in his life, and among them, there were quite a few powerful relics capable of turning the world on its head.

The Storm Sword Wynnyd that Eugene currently possessed, for one; and then there was the Devouring Sword Asphel, the Dragon Spear Kharbos, Thunderbolt Pernoa, Phantom Rain Sword Javel, Gedon’s Shield, etc.

The most famous of his weapons was the Holy Sword. Although it hadn’t seen much use, these days, it was seen as the weapon that best represented...