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Unfortunately, after being buried for 1000 years, the equipment had long been damaged. This was especially true for those pieces of magic equipment that had long lost their magical light. Their lines of verses were completely damaged, turning into a pile of junk…

In the Temple of Nature in the elf town.

A male player holding several pieces of elf equipment dug out from the ruins was talking with Saint Alice.

"What? Can\'t these treasures be sacrificed to the goddess?"

Looking at the broken antiques in his hands, he asked in disappointment.

He found them after exploring in the ruins of Florence for a long time.

Alice sighed and explained patiently,

"Mother God is too noble to accept these objects. It will be blasphemous of you to sacrifice them to a true god!"

"That… Miss Alice, let me just have a try. May I? Previously, we managed to sacrifice the goblins\' equipment. If it doesn\'t work, I will give up."

The player did not surrender and argued relentlessly.

Alice\'s expression gradually hardened as she heard more of his nonsense.

She was finally irritated and said,

"Chosen one, even if you are not a believer of nature, you need to show Mother God the due respect!"

"Only those sacred objects Mother God needs or orders us to find can be sacrificed!"

"Mother God asked you to explore Florence in order to find the cultural remains of the elf civilization! These broken junk cannot be sacrificial objects for a true god. At most, they can only be put in a commemorative museum! Do you want Mother God to help you fix the equipment?!"

"Previously, you guys mixed in the goblins\' equipment with the sacrificial objects without permission. Since it\'s a past event and Mother God didn\'t blame you, we didn\'t blame you either."

"But if you guys want to repeat it, I will never agree!"

The maiden\'s voice became more firm as she talked.

The player must be joking, right? Although Mother God was amiable, a true god was high up in the air!

How could these junk be put before a true god\'s eyes?

It was profane!

Mother God on high!

Mother God was kind to accept the chosen ones\' sacrifices and forgive them for their impertinence!

But this did not mean that Alice could connive the wrong sacrifices!

Thinking about it, Alice looked even firmer.

Her serious expression and the dominating aura of a Silver priest suppressed the player.

The player\'s expression fell and he sighed.

"Alright."

After these words, he left the temple in low spirits.

Seeing him come out, his party members who had been waiting for a long time outside the temple immediately came up to him.

"What is going on? Did you manage to sacrifice them?"

Seeing the antique equipment still in his hands, his members instantly got disappointed.

"They aren\'t allowed?"

"The saint little sister disagreed."

The male player shook his head.

"How could this be… Previously, Berserker had even helped us sacrifice the goblins\' equipment!"

"Ahem, don\'t forget that we collectively activated the sacrificial circle he had drawn and sacrificed them ourselves while he was sleeping. Plus, he got angry at us after waking up."

"…"

"Then what should we do?"

The players grew silent.

After a while, a player of the magic system came up with an idea.

"Since we have succeeded in sacrificing the goblins\' equipment, we should also be able to sacrifice these antiques. Shall we try to draw the magic circle and sacrifice them ourselves?"

"Eh? Can you draw the magic circle?"

The others asked him.

"Ahem, I have never drawn one before. But I have recorded the process of drawing the magic circle while Alice was performing a sacrifice in the past. Maybe we can try to learn it?"

The magician touched his head and answered.

"Eh? It sounds good. We should have a go at it! This game provides a great deal of freedom after all. What if we actually succeed?!"

The other players\' eyes shone.

After figuring out what they needed to do, they packed their things, found an open area and prepared to have a try.

While Alice and Berserker drew the magic circle, they used a special blend of magic paint.

This blend of paint was produced by a magic plant in the forest of elves. The players had used much of it while repairing the temple.

Therefore, they just looked around a little and collected a lot of paint.

When the paint was ready, they started copying the steps shown in the video recording.

It turned out that their ability to copy was outstanding.

The players failed a few times before finally managing to draw a sacrificial circle with faint magic waves!

"We succeed!"

They rejoiced.

"Do you still remember the process of a sacrifice?"

"I remember! I remember! Pray first, and after getting an answer, put the sacrificial objects onto the magic circle!"

"Huh… Okay then you have a try!"

The players took action. One person stood up, slightly saluted the direction of the World Tree like the NPCs, drew a symbol of the Mother of Nature on his chest, and prayed respectfully,

"Praise the Mother of Nature. Praise the Goddess of Life. Praise the Great Master of Elves--Eve Euktrahill! Beautiful and noble goddess, we have found the relics of the elf race. We want to sacrifice them to you!"

Hearing his proclamation, the other players sweated.

Relics sounded good but in fact, they were just a pile of junk.

"Will the goddess answer?"

They were not sure.

But suddenly the magic circle glittered brightly and actually started operating!

Seeing this, the players instantly rejoiced.

"Damn… It really works?"

"The sacrificial channel is open!"

"Be quick! Let\'s see whether we can throw these junk onto it!"

The players hurriedly placed the broken equipment they had collected onto the magic circle.

As soon as they put them onto it, the junk equipment glittered and then disappeared.

After a while, the players who performed sacrifice received a system message about the contribution points they obtained, which only amounted to several dozen.

"We succeeded!"

The players gave a cheer.

Although there were only dozens of contribution points, at least it proved that junk could be exchanged for money!

"Could this be a bug in the game?"

Seeing the junk disappearing before their eyes, a player said doubtfully.

He found it weird that the goddess would actually accept junk metals as sacrifices.

Other players looked at each other and smiled.

They patted him on the shoulder and said,

"Why do you think so much? Who cares whether it\'s a bug? It\'s good as long as we can make money!"

"Ha ha ha, there are many pieces of broken equipment in the ruins. We can collect them and earn some money even if we cannot find classic books!"

"Let\'s go and find some more!"

"Ahem, if it\'s truly a bug, we need to make more money before the official game company discovers it. Otherwise, we won\'t be able to sacrifice junk after they fix the bug."

After saying so, they rushed towards the ruins in Florence again…

…

High above.

Eve renewed the junk equipment on the spot, added some special effects, and then threw them into the corner for safe keeping.

"I have equipment to sell again,"

Eve said slowly.