Chapter 473 - 32. Phoenix Feather Robe_2
"Hmm, relics... Feather Robes... I spent a lot of money collecting them."
Just then, it seemed Emhardt sniffed out the scent of relics from inside Fisher’s pocket and quickly climbed out, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the blades affixed inside Ossie’s cloak,
"Fisher, Fisher! Those aren’t ordinary holy objects; those are parts of a Phoenix Feather Robe, one of the holy objects originally crafted by the Holy Descendants for the Phoenix."
Hearing Emhardt’s sudden words, Fisher glanced at him and asked,
"...Wait, how many relics did the Angel Species actually craft for the Phoenix? Didn’t you say only the Phoenix King and her three children had them?"
Ossie was not familiar with the history of the Northern Realm but was still captivated by Emhardt’s words, and along with Steel Blade, looked towards the Book Knight who was seemingly excited on Fisher’s shoulder,
"I mean, there are only four Phoenix holy objects! I didn’t say the Holy Descendants crafted only four for the Phoenix! You forgot, aside from dividing the Northern Realm among her three children, beneath her children were six demi-human races loyal to her... Each clan involved in the war received a reward, a token of their loyalty."
"The Grey Bird Species was bestowed with this holy object—the Phoenix Feather Robe. A highly skilled Holy Descendant replicated the forging process hundreds of times with high-purity Magic Ore, creating a unified holy object from a hundred blades. However, it’s precisely because of the unique composition of this relic that it has scattered like this until now... What you have on you is roughly only half the number of the true Phoenix Feather Robe, hmm, although it can’t completely cover your feathers, it should still be usable."
Fisher took a look at the daggers beneath Ossie’s cloak and suddenly understood why this fellow was so poor; the reason was that the Angel Species who forged the relic used over a hundred flawless daggers to assemble a Feather Robe. With the passage of time, these daggers scattered, and for those who didn’t know, each dagger became a separate relic.
That is, Ossie, who capitalized on the resentment, spent the price of dozens of relics to collect these daggers, only to end up with half the number of the complete Feather Robe...
"Why are you collecting these relics?"
Unable to think of comforting words, considering how strange the relic allotted to the Grey Bird Species from the Phoenix was, Fisher switched the topic and asked.