232 The cowardly spring breeze is unworthy_1

"The Staff of Heaven? In your possession?!" In Ange's consciousness space, the newly drawn-in Anthony sprang up upon hearing Negris' words, excitedly asking.

"It's not with me; it's in the hands of the Great Sage in the Undead Empire. It was said to be a reward for a completed task. Why are you so agitated? Weren't you given a bunch of Great Angel's Staffs back at the Tree of Life? And anyway, what did you do with all those items?" Negris curiously inquired.

"How can they be the same?" Anthony said anxiously. "Can these items even be compared? Those were just antiques. I had experts come in to refurbish them, preparing to launch a Lost Artifacts Exhibition and take it on tour in the Eastern Diocese, luring all the devout followers from the Western Region."

"What's the difference?" Negris asked. "I have a rough idea about the Staff of Heaven, but I'm not sure, so I asked you. How about it, Anthony? Why not become one of my followers so I can update my knowledge base."