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Weed returned to the Versailles Continent after two real life days. In the Versailles Continent, six days had passed by.
“Oooh, we drink to him.”
Drinking alcohol was common for laborers. After a hard day of work, they were loosening up with a few glasses of liquor. One bottle of wine after another and the atmosphere would be considerably friendlier. But here they were drinking all of the previous night. Weed was with Pale and Maylon, who were both weak against alcohol. He didn’t even want to mention Zephyr.
“It was a bad idea to bring soju.”
They drank for over four hours with over 200 boxes of soju. Words could not describe the fearsome sight. The number of practitioners, no matter how many, could not be human to consume so much alcohol.
He would have wanted to be unconscious instead of being awake.
“Now that we’re finally back, we’re still suffering from a bad hangover.”
Weed looked around.
A cave in a safe location not too far from the valley of death. Alveron slowly stood up from his prayer.
“Weed-nim have you just returned?”
“Yeah.”
Weed had returned to human from a Skeleton Soldier.
Night had fallen and the wolves became active.
Alveron was inside the cave. Since it was well hidden, the wolves were not able to find it.
“Moreover... I wonder what happened to the expedition?”
Weed wondered about the Serbian Witch’s Broken Beads.
***
After such an arduous climb, Oberon and the Cold Roses Guild could not catch their breath after walking all night to the town of the altar of the Edereune God, stopping only to eat. At the end of it all they could finally reap the fruit of their efforts.
Run down houses with broken walls. The desolate village was entirely in ruins. The wind was blowing over the town of Edereune, but the members of the expedition felt that their troubles would soon be over.
The small dwarf Oberon climbed over the rocks.
“Here is Edereune, the final destination of the expedition. Everyone I want to thank you for following and believing me, though I may be lacking.”
“Captain, even though we ran into trouble, we did succeed and it was rewarding.”
All of the Cold Roses member in the expedition nodded.
‘I doubted coming to the northern expedition a few times since it seemed in vain.’
‘This is the first time that I put up with such a troublesome quest for such a long time.’
They were now unspeakably thrilled since they managed to finish such a difficult quest. The eyes of the people in the expedition sparkled with excitement in anticipation of what happens next.
Oberon was close to the end of his speech.
“I would like to thank all of you...Drum.”
“Yes, Leader.”
“Restore the item.”
Drum removed the cherished treasure from his inventory.
Serbian Witch’s Broken Beads!
It was obtained from the center of the continent; a treasure obtained after the end of countless battles, now to be locked in the north.
In the center were the broken beads. From the cracks of the broken beads was a constant chilling cold.
Everyone in the expedition was trembling from the cold. If it had not been for Drum weakening the strength of the beads then they would have frozen to death.
Drum presented the beads to Charon.
“Thank you.”
Charon did not even dare touching the beads. Since he was an enchanter that dealt mainly with jewelry, the beads effects would curse him.
“I accept.”
“I am sorry for making you do this.”
“Dwell on it later and buy me a drink.”
“I will.”
Charon looked at the Serbian Witch’s Beads.
“Identify!”
Ttiring!
Witch’s Broken Beads.Durability : 1.
Made of an unknown material. Originally it contained a great force.
Due to the cracks, that force has erupted outside.
The beads are a source of incessant chill.
Options:
Restore the beads to seal the cold.
The Enchanter class had to ability to use magic to grant power to gems and minerals. They were very rare since it required a large amount of effort to get a high skill level.
That was Charon, and he was a high level wizard.
“Damn it! This honor is not that honorable.”
Charon touched the broken beads.
“Restore the marbles!”
A hand shone dazzlingly as the cracks were neatly repaired.
Enchanter job skills.
The ability to revert the durability of magical gems and materials to the original value.
The cold chill from the breads that was extending indefinitely disappeared mysteriously at that moment.
“Ohh!”
“Now I can finally stop holding my breath.”
From then on, everyone in the expedition was able to breathe much easier.
The numbness left their hands as the cold went away. Charon, from the instant he touched it with his hands, turned into ice but the Serbian Witch’s Broken Beads were intact.
“Save him, resurrect him somehow!”
“God damn it!”
They checked around but most of the clerical classes had already lost their lives.
From the staircase the expedition could see the surrounding landscape.
Since the cracks were fixed, a warm Northern wind blew.
They turned their eyes slightly towards the sky to see a slight rainfall.
A little warm rain.
However it seemed that the ice would not be melted. His character was alive and trapped with his health bar turned blue.