Darius Supreme

Darla, who had been seated upon her chair lazily, froze for a split second before she tumbled down. Her legs flailed wildly as she fell backward and her arms swung about trying to grab something. 

BAM! 

Eventually, the lass hit the ground in epic fashion, leaving Darius and Gunner gobsmacked. With her level of Agility, how was it even possible for something like this to happen? 

Darla rolled to her feet and quickly brought her chair back up before seating herself on it seriously. Despite her head bleeding from various places, she wore a poker face as she smiled politely towards Darius. 

"The Thieves Guild is interested in your gift. When would you like to perform the appraisal?" 

Darius' lips twitched. He decided not to mention her faux pas and continue on with his main agenda. "I would prefer performing it as soon as possible, so if you have your selected items with you, I can do so right away." 

Darla's eyes lit up with excitement. She didn't even care that a particular drop of blood was about to enter her eye, the lass quickly took out a Bag of Holding from her desk drawer and rummaged within. 

Darius and Gunner watched her silently as she removed one item after the other, placing them where she could on the desk. Some were small while others were large. They were all either fancy or simple, there was no in-between. 

Once Darla was done, she murmured something to herself before pointing at the arsenal. "These are the items I'd like Your Lordship to appraise for me." 

"Don't you mean for the Thieves Guild,' Darius corrected with a frown. 

Darla waved her hand nonchalantly. "Right, right, of course. Everything for the guild ahah!" 

Darius was starting to wonder if this might have been a bad idea. The moment the lass had hit the ground, her demeanor had done a 180 and even her hillbilly accent had been replaced with a semi-normal one. 

Still, whether it was for the guild or this girl with 50 points of Luck, befriending either one would yield him some form of benefits. In fact, Darius found himself curious. 

Foldo was a powerful smuggler who had dealt with contraband from all continents and had run a huge black market in the capital for many years, so the rare items that were currently in Darius' hands now were reasonable. 

Oliver Frenq's items had been significantly worse goods because the Polivar Treasure House was an orthodox shop, supplied by the Superiority Faction who in turn were supplied by the Fraterina Kingdom. As such, the best they had had to offer had been above-average items. 

Foldo and Oliver both had less than 10 points of Luck like most people in the world. 

Assuming Darla had been born with her 50 points of Luck, just what kind of rare items could she have gotten her hands on during her lifetime? 

Darius began Analyzing them one by one, and despite his exemplary mental control, his expression changed with each item. 

Gunner noticed this and was shaking, because this was the first time he had ever seen Darius lose his poker face when inspecting items. 

As for Darla, she also assumed her haul was great because a powerful Adept like Darius would never slip up like this unless he got overwhelmed by what he saw. 

Darius took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead. He then gazed at Darla for a long while, not hiding his immense, bubbling killing intent. 

Instead of worrying her, it only made Darla's smile beautifully as she whispered to Darius. 

"Friends, remember? This was all done as a token of friendship, right?" 

This served to make Darius even more vicious, but he repressed it after a while. Like someone who had resigned himself to undergo that painful surgery after fighting with the doctor about it, Darius pointed at the items before stating what they did. 

The first was, unsurprisingly, a dagger. This one was rusty and coated with blood that seemed to have contaminated the blade somehow. 

"That is the Dagger of Hassasin. It has the ability to locate any target that the wielder wants to kill as long as a drop of the target's blood is fed to it. It also allows the wielder to kill any target within their stage in one hit if it pierces the base of their spine." 

The second was, strangely, an ornate hammer that only had a grip and a rectangular stone-block-like head. 

"That is the missing hammer of Thor, Mjolnir. It can only be wielded by those who are worthy, namely possessing an alignment of Lawful Good. Of course, there are other requirements, but its power is enough to allow an Amateur to kill a Grandmaster with ease if equipped." 

'Alternatively, one can return it to Thor, Odin, or Loki for differing rewards,' Darius thought, but didn't say that part out loud. He only knew that part, because an Event had been generated once he had inspected the item. 

[The Hammer of Thor - Event 

Duration: 10 years. 

Description: The legendary hammer of the Thunder God Thor was lost after the divine war many eons ago. He has been desperately searching for it ever since, as his power is halved without it. 

It is rumored he would grant almost anything to the one who brings it back to him. Hearsay also tells that his father, Odin wishes to reclaim the hammer for his own purposes to punish his son, while his mischievous brother would love to acquire the hammer to cause trouble in Thor's name. 

Event details: Return the hammer to Thor, Odin, or Loki for various rewards. 

Event rewards: 

- If returned to Thor: 30 Ability Points, 50 Skill Points, 1 Thunder Element Dragon's Egg, 1 Implantable Thunder Heart. 

- If returned to Odin: 50 Ability Points, 50 Skill Points, 1 Potential Unlocking Ceremony. 

- If returned to Loki: 100 Ability Points, 100 Skill Points, the hatred of Thor and dislike of Odin.] 

Darius only gazed at the Event in passing and stored it. For now, he continued to share the details of 'Darla's' items to her with a straight face.