Defiance of the Fall

"Found it!"

Zac looked down the 100-meter deep chute dug on his orders. The scout and her guardian soldier were already on their way back, the former holding a glass case.

"Young master's calculation was right on the mark," the scout said as she emerged. "Your method is amazing. I didn't sense anything until we were right upon it."

"What's there to be surprised about?" Joanna said. "This is already the fifth one."

"It's just… The captain himself scouted this area and he's naturally endowed with Spiritual Eyes. Young master could make a name for himself with his divination alone if he enlisted."

Zac calmly accepted the praise. Of course, there was no divination at play. He'd simply channeled his Daos into his eyes to create a glimmer of spirituality, hiding the fact he was fully relying on his Luck to find treasures.

"I already have my orders from back home," Zac said. "I'm guessing this isn't the relic, either?"

"I'm afraid not," the guardian confirmed.

Zac pretended to hide some disappointed. In reality, the confirmation was the answer he'd hoped for. What good would unearthing the Holy Relic do him now? They were still quite some distance from the edge. He'd have to happily hand it over if it came out now. In contrast, random treasures found with his skill would enter his pocket.