Ryan Bennett chose to resurrect in the graveyard. Son of Grant was probably gnawing on his own corpse. The thought of his body being desecrated like that made him feel stifled.

Fortunately, luck wasn’t too bad—he only dropped seven gold coins and a few pieces of ore.

Ryan Bennett had twenty reasons to delete his character, but his hopes for the future kept him going.

Just before dying, he seemed to have dug up an iron ring. He had no idea what it was, so Ryan Bennett took out the ring.

Iron Ring: Unidentified.

This was his first time obtaining an unidentified piece of equipment, which at least offered some comfort to his wounded heart.

Ryan Bennett realized he hadn’t even entered the door of the appraisal guild. In over a month, all the other players were decked out in purple, green, and blue gear, while he hadn’t even seen an unidentified item before—what an irony.

Was Ryan Bennett’s skill worse than others? In terms of gaming skills, Ryan Bennett was quite proud and confident he was no worse than anyone else. But a dragon trapped in shallow water is powerless.

Thinking about this, Ryan Bennett walked into the appraisal guild.

It was a tall spire, with a winding staircase spiraling upward. At the top was where the appraiser resided.

Ryan Bennett climbed the stairs for ten minutes before reaching the top. There was a small room at the summit, and from its window, one could see the entirety of Edins—a truly magnificent city! The massive buildings stood tall and imposing, inspiring awe.

Inside the room were two people: an old man in a warlock’s robe and a young, beautiful female apprentice.

An old geezer and a lovely young female apprentice spending all day together inevitably gave rise to some malicious speculation.

The apprentice was responsible for appraising low-level items; most players’ things were appraised by her. Only equipment of purple quality or higher would be appraised by the old man.

The old man held a glass lens in his hand, flipping through a tattered book—a high-level magic tome.

“Hello, do you need an item appraised?” The female apprentice came forward, her white appraiser’s robe accentuating her graceful figure. Her delicate face was as beautiful as a flower, and her slender hands, long bathed in holy light, appeared exceptionally fair.

“Yes.” Ryan Bennett took an ancient-looking ring from his bag. The iron ring was old and covered in mottled rust. Ryan Bennett really couldn’t imagine what was special about it; it probably wasn’t high-level equipment, but it was still good to see its attributes after appraisal. “Please help me appraise this ring.”

“Alright.” The apprentice took the iron ring from Ryan Bennett, holding it in her palm. A ray of holy light shone from her hand, enveloping the iron ring. Suddenly, the ring erupted with a surge of black light, igniting with blazing black flames.

“Ah!” The apprentice cried out, hurriedly letting go of the ring. The scorching black flames left a charred mark on her hand, starkly contrasting with her otherwise fair skin.

With a clang, the iron ring fell to the floor, rolling around as the black flames slowly faded. It now lay quietly on the floor, looking utterly ordinary at first glance.

What exactly had just happened? Was this iron ring unappraisable?

“Are you alright?” Ryan Bennett asked, curious about what this ring really was and what the black flames had been.

Hearing Ryan Bennett’s concern, the apprentice pinched her wound and shook her head vigorously. “I’m fine. I can’t appraise this ring.”

The commotion attracted the attention of the old warlock. His gaze swept over Ryan Bennett and the apprentice before finally settling on the iron ring in the center of the room. The seemingly ordinary ring had caught the old warlock’s eye.

The old warlock stood up and picked up the iron ring.

The apprentice quickly said, “This is an item the guest needs appraised.”

The old warlock examined the ring and sternly scolded the apprentice, “I’ve told you to study diligently, but you never listen. Let this be a lesson—how can you use holy light to appraise a demon item?”

“Yes,” the apprentice replied, a bit aggrieved, and stepped aside.

The old warlock glanced at Ryan Bennett, and the sudden flash of divine light in his eyes made Ryan Bennett’s heart skip a beat. “Are you the one who wants this ring appraised?”

“Yes,” Adam Bennett replied, feeling that this old warlock was anything but ordinary. Just that look earlier had sent a chill through him.

Strictly speaking, warlocks are a branch of mage. Mages are divided into elemental types like ice, fire, and lightning, while warlocks focus on mental magic. In the era of the Erathia Empire, warlocks were as noble as mages, but because their mental magic was so powerful—and some evil warlocks used it for misdeeds—they were collectively resisted by the mages and expelled from Erathia.

Every warlock is highly skilled in mental magic. This old warlock looked extremely ordinary, but Adam Bennett knew that once a warlock reached a certain level, they would conceal their power and return to a state of simplicity.

The NPCs in Edins Castle’s Alchemy Tower and Mage Tower truly were extraordinary.