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Chapter 76 - 76 59 Inventory of Spoils of War_2

76: Chapter 59: Inventory of Spoils of War_2 76: Chapter 59: Inventory of Spoils of War_2 For example, MT mainly refers to the Defender, responsible for attracting enemy fire head-on; DPS refers to the Attacker, focused on creating damage on the battlefield.

Everyone understood these terms, so there was no disagreement with Aske’s distribution suggestions, and they all nodded in accord.

“What’s this?” Eleanor asked, holding a long spear and a shield.

“Mithril material,” Aske said, “Mithril’s strength is comparable to steel, and it has better flexibility.

Its main advantage is that runes or arrays can be engraved inside, enabling special extraordinary abilities—however, these clearly have no runes engraved, so they’re just ordinary weapons of Green Name Level.”

“And this?” Peggy picked up a short sword.

“It’s the Church Court’s military titanium alloy material,” Aske said, “Its strength and flexibility surpass steel, and it’s also lighter.

“Is there a battle axe?

Is there a battle axe?” Sigrdrifa clamored urgently.

“Dagger!” Mia raised a dagger and asked, “Aske, what about this dagger?”

Aske took the dagger, examined it several times, and also used an Identification Light Scroll.

Finally, he concluded:

“This is a regular dagger.”

“Eh!!!” Mia cried out in dissatisfaction, “How could it be?

This dagger was also taken from that warehouse, how could it be just a regular dagger?

Could you have made a mistake?”

“Why don’t you identify it?” Aske retorted.

Mia sheepishly threw the dagger on the ground and continued to rummage through the boxes.

“Magic Potion Recipe, potions, cash…” Nora was sorting through the smaller items, becoming more shocked as she did, and couldn’t help but ask:

“Aske, Mia, which secret sect’s warehouse did you two rob?”

“The Constantinople Arena,” Mia replied.

The girls looked at each other in dismay.

After a while, Eleanor stood up, hesitating, and said, “This doesn’t seem right…”

“What’s not right?” Medea frowned and said, “Eleanor, you should really hold back that unnecessary sense of justice.

I remember your next Magic Potion is ‘Perfect Physique X’?

There’s a bottle in that cabinet over there!”

“If the source of this Magic Potion is problematic, I will not drink it,” Eleanor insisted.

Everyone else collapsed in exasperation.

Aske, rubbing his forehead helplessly, thought for a moment before saying:

“Eleanor, I understand your principle.

However…”

He stood up and said confidently, “If this Magic Potion hadn’t been taken by us, do you know what would have happened?

Constantinople would have been conquered by the Seljuks, and all these items would have fallen into the hands of the Seljuk Tribe.”

“Yes,” Medea chimed in, having “caught on” to his line of thought, “The Seljuks are a very brutal nomadic tribe.

Their customs in war are to kill any man taller than a sword, kill older women and only keep young women and children to increase their tribe.”

“Leaving them more supplies is helping them to raise one more warrior, which will result in more innocent civilians dying in the future.”

Aske gave her a speechless look.

Medea, aren’t you also of Seljuk descent?

Doesn’t this mean you’re involving yourself too?

Eleanor was stunned for a moment.

Her first instinct was to counter with, how do you know Constantinople will definitely fall to the Seljuks in the future?

However, Aske’s reputation for “prophetic insights” was well established, and on that day, he had a long private conversation with the fortune-telling charlatan Zhang Sanfeng; perhaps he had glimpsed something from the river of fate.

She now had no evidence to challenge him, and to do so recklessly could result in being embarrassingly proven wrong at some point in the future.

Nevertheless, Eleanor still had her convictions, and stubbornly said:

“That’s consequentialism.

Even if the outcome might be…

well, to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands, it’s still obtained by dishonorable means, and I cannot drink it.”

“Then isn’t that deontological thinking on your part?” Aske said with a mix of laughter and tears, “Alright, this Magic Potion was seized by Mia, so it’s temporarily considered hers.

Mia!”

“Ah?” Mia lifted her head from the box, her face a picture of confusion.

“I’ll buy that bottle of ‘Perfect Physique X’ Magic Potion you have for 100 pounds, how about that?” Aske asked with a smile.

“Okay, okay!” Mia nodded repeatedly.

Although she didn’t understand why Aske would want to buy the potion again when it was already in his possession, the fact that she was getting money made everything okay.

“Now this Magic Potion belongs to me,” Aske turned around and said to Eleanor, “I’m giving it to you.”

“Aske…” Eleanor also had an expression that didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Are you treating me like a fool with this performance?

“At the end of the day, it’s still robbery…” She still wanted to make one last effort to try.

“Please, when you shop outside, do you worry about whether the store owner’s supply channels are legal?” Aske asked in surprise, “If something has changed hands a dozen times and just one of those transactions was illegal, would you not want that item?”

“That’s moral OCD, Eleanor!

It’s a serious mental illness!”

“I…” Eleanor was at a loss for words from his argument.

Although logically there seemed to be no problem, why did she still feel uncomfortable?

She stared at the white bottle of Perfect Physique X Magic Potion, feeling like she was torn inside.

To take or not to take?

In the end, the desire for compromise and increased strength prevailed.

Eleanor sighed and took out the Magic Potion from the cabinet.

Medea breathed a sigh of relief to herself and stopped moving her hand that was manipulating desire in her sleeve.

The three girls went to take the Magic Potion.

Sigrdrifa and Miel were both LV0 newbies, with virtually no risk of losing control.

Eleanor was LV1 and taking a different Sequence to advance to LV2 had the risk of losing control, so Nora ran over to look after her.

Aske was pondering over a list that Nora had prepared when Mia ran over excitedly and said:

“Aske!

I just had a new idea!

There are many places like the Great Arena in Constantinople.”

“We can visit them one by one, and loot everything.

If a Demigod chases us, we’ll just escape to Fire Island!”

“Alright,” Aske said, “which places do you want to go?”

“The Golden Governance Palace!

Saint Sophia Cathedral!” Mia shouted, “Blachena Palace!”

This guy actually wanted to sneak into Theodora’s bedroom…

Aske silently broke into a sweat and said:

“First of all, the Golden Governance Palace and Blachena Palace do not have Magic Potions or Spiritual Materials.

Aside from the Great Arena, which has to give out prizes to champions every day, few places store large quantities of Magic Potions or equipment.”

“Secondly, Saint Sophia Cathedral does have them, but do you dare to go?”

“What’s there to be afraid of?” said Mia, “When the time comes, I’ll just dive into the Half-plane…”

“And leave the book behind?” Aske countered, “A Demigod might not detect anything with a rough spiritual scan of the entire place.

But if you focus your spirituality on this book, they will soon find something amiss.”

“Then they’ll take this book to the laboratory, set up a spatial sealing, and we can only starve to death trapped in the Half-plane.”

“But why didn’t that Demigod just now…” Mia wanted to argue.

“Because for a Demigod, Sequence I Magic Potions and recipes are not anything precious, they’re just numbers in terms of money,” Medea interjected from the side, “Even at external gatherings of Transcendents, most Sequence I Magic Potion Recipes can be bought if you have the money.”

“Sequence II becomes a bit difficult, and Sequence III is almost impossible to buy directly; you can only get some clues.”

“If you go to Saint Sophia Cathedral and steal their Sequence III, Sequence IV Magic Potions, the Church definitely will not let it go,” she said with a sneer, “Wherever you disappear, the Church will seal that place thoroughly and carefully search every speck of dust.”

Mia sat on the ground, dispirited, and began to sigh.