The Black-Stockinged Nun Is Actually a Boy?! [29]

“I’m fine. First check what’s inside.” Helen waved his hand, letting Natalie support him until he could stand again.

Natalie murmured an obedient oh, guided him to sit at the desk, and asked softly, “Is there anything I should prioritize?”

“Start with transcendent items—they’re the most valuable. Then [Seeds]. Gold and jewels come last.” Helen leaned against the desk, his voice low but deliberate.

Natalie nodded, then hurried to the first bronze chest. She opened it and found inside a pure white staff and a pair of earrings.

“These have transcendent aura… but it doesn’t feel like my system.” Natalie reported back to Helen.

Helen’s eyes widened. He recognized it immediately. Wasn’t this the very staff that a famous [Bridal Saintess] player had once wielded?

It was a blue-quality transcendent weapon, yet its strength rivaled some purples—because it was a growth-type weapon.

In Magic and Gunfire, weapons were ranked by color: White → Green → Blue → Purple → Gold, and the rumored legendary Red at the very top.

That player had been a professional, known for running the rare combo of [Nun] + [Temptress], the so-called [Bridal Saintess]. Later, she abandoned it—too indecent for livestreams, always getting her account suspended. She switched to [Paladin], but her transcendent weapon [Pure White Staff] left a deep impression on many players. Including Helen.

Because this staff came with two absurdly strong skills.

One was [Holy Courage], a group buff boosting attack. The other was [Fist of Sacred Light], summoning a giant Light Elemental comparable to a Tier 3 transcendent creature.

Feels like heaven itself is forcing me onto the [Bridal Saintess] path, Helen complained inwardly, though his heart also tightened with understanding.

No wonder those high-rank players had concealed things in their “guides” after clearing the dungeon. With loot like this, of course they’d keep quiet.

“The staff—keep it for me. The earrings, not sure yet. We’ll bring them to an appraiser back in the city.”

Even if he couldn’t use it immediately, better to hold onto it first.

Natalie quickly tucked the Pure White Staff and earrings into her magic storage, then went to the second chest.

Inside were piles of books—every cover bound in human skin.

“What… what are these? They feel… wrong.” Natalie shivered, her body recoiling instinctively.

“Likely ritual grimoires tied to the Hollow Void.” Helen frowned. Searching his memories, he realized none of the published loot guides had ever mentioned such things.

Natalie’s face grew serious. Raised under Rome’s rule, she knew well: the Hollow Void was far more terrifying than the infernal planes. Even demons and devils fell to its corruption—what chance did humans have?

“Should I burn them?”

“If we won’t use them, better to leave them for the Nightwatch when they arrive.”

“Alright.” Natalie didn’t argue. She shut the chest and moved swiftly to the third.

Inside: a black pointed hat wreathed in starlight, and a ruby dagger locked inside a glass case.

“Do we need these?” Natalie picked them up carefully.

“That hat belongs to the [Starlight Mage] class. You could wear it—it boosts mana recovery, lets you sustain longer.” Helen recognized it instantly; this had been listed in some of the player rewards from his past life.

“What’s mana?” Natalie raised her hand like a student.

Helen didn’t blink. “Father Anderson’s words. It means the number of times you can cast. When you’ve spent it all, we say ‘mana is empty.’”

Natalie immediately scribbled it into her notebook, muttering, “Such a useful tactical code.”

Helen averted his eyes guiltily. I can’t exactly tell her it’s just game jargon.

“And this dagger?” Natalie tucked the hat into her storage, eyes sparkling as she pointed to the crimson blade.

“That’s a shard of the [Dagger of the God-Slayer]. Also called the [Blood Blade]. Any wound it makes bleeds endlessly—ordinary healing magic can’t staunch it.” Helen’s brow furrowed. “Neither of us is suited for it. Best to hand it to Evelia when we return. She may need it.”

The [God-Slayer’s Dagger] was the very weapon Brutus had used to kill Caesar. Later Octavian shattered it into five fragments, which Emperor Nero reforged into five [Blood Blades]—blue-quality transcendent weapons.

Legend said if all five were reunited, they would become the true [Dagger of the God-Slayer], a gold-quality transcendent artifact.

But Helen and Natalie had no need. She was a Witch, he a Temptress—neither fit the blade.

“Oh~ so we’re giving it to that flat-chested woman, huh? Fine.” Natalie pouted but obediently stashed the shard.

The fourth and fifth chests contained property deeds in the Upper City, piles of treasure, and priceless paintings.

Natalie skipped over them quickly to save time, opening the sixth chest.

Inside was a hoard of [Seeds]. All Tier 1.

“These are all [Wyrd Stalker] and [Warrior Seeds]. About sixty usable.” Helen rose slowly and walked over, analyzing the pile.

If the Ares family had been diligent, they could’ve raised an army. With about half succeeding in germination, sixty Seeds could yield thirty full transcendents.

One class magical, one physical. Perfectly balanced.

This was the foundation of a family. Even a mid-tier noble house like Ares had such reserves. How terrifying, then, were the true high nobility of the capital? The purple-robed royals?

“Should we take them all?” Natalie suddenly asked, her tone mischievous. “You seem to trust those Outlanders. Why not bribe them with these to work for us?”

Since watching Helen manipulate players into fighting werewolves, she too had begun to understand their greed-driven nature.

Helen’s lips curled into a proud smile. He glanced at her approvingly. “The child can indeed be taught~”

“Hmph~” Natalie puffed her chest smugly and began scooping the Seeds into her storage.

But after about forty, her body trembled, and she collapsed, face burning red.

Helen dropped down in alarm, catching her. “What’s wrong?”

“F-full… I can’t take any more… I’m stuffed to the brim—my magic space is overflowing.” Natalie gasped, her flushed expression utterly pained.

Helen: …

Don’t say lines like that at a time like this!

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