"Will all items lose their quality after appraisal?" Mark asked unwillingly.

"That's not the case. Natural items like magic crystals and various materials won't drop in rank. Even some special items imbued with divine auras won't drop in rank either."

Monica is very open and honest in her business dealings, with no intention of covering up the unspoken rules of the industry.

If other appraisers met a potential client like Mark, they would definitely exaggerate the consequences of a failed appraisal in order to close a deal.

"Phew, that's not bad. I'll consider looking for you after I find out that the appraisal fails."

"Oh! It seems you have a high-quality material. Okay, I'll wait for you to come to me. If you can't afford the appraisal fee, I can also appraise your item and help you find a suitable buyer."

Perhaps she finally contacted a potential client, Monica's face was filled with an excited smile.

The sudden burst of brightness made the other six young men in the mine car stunned. When the mining lamp above their heads shone over, Mark even saw that a blond boy was bleeding from the nose.

It’s not that Mark wanted to see the boy make a fool of himself, but it’s always hard not to notice a blond and blue-eyed boy among a group of people from the Lily Kingdom with dark hair and dark eyes.

The six guys seemed to know that they had made a fool of themselves, and they all had awkward smiles on their faces.

The blond boy wiped his nose and his face was covered with blood, which made Mark and Monica couldn't help laughing again.

The mine cart made a dull creaking sound on the rails and slowly tilted downward as the winch turned.

Mark gripped the rusty guardrail, and the flickering light of the mining lamp cast a distorted shadow on the rock wall.

At first, you can still see the artificially cut square surface. The deeper you go, the more hideous the rock layer becomes, and sporadic dark red seeps out between the jagged stone edges.

Monica explained to Mark, "Anywhere there are blood crystal ores is an ancient battlefield or a Warcraft cemetery. These are blood crystal associated ores. When they come into contact with the blood of living creatures, they become more transparent and eventually condense into the purest blood crystal ore. Seeing these associated ores proves that we are not far from the real mining area."

Before he could finish his words, the mine cart suddenly jolted and accelerated into a dive.

The six young men screamed in unison. Monica's long hair was lifted by the airflow, and when the hair tips brushed past Mark's nose, a unique fragrance was brought out.

The rock walls on both sides turned into a blurry ochre-red curtain, with only the red light of the associated minerals connected into intermittent veins, like blood vessels flowing in the body of a giant beast.

When the feeling of weightlessness reached its peak, the mine cart was suddenly swallowed by darkness.

Mark heard the sharp screeching of the iron wheels rubbing against the tracks, followed by a large area of ​​bright red fluorescence rising from below. They were falling into a dome-shaped cave the size of a football field. Thousands of red spinels hung from the ceiling, and each tip was condensed with a fist-sized glowing crystal cluster.

"Hold on!" Monica suddenly shouted.

The mine cart bounced on the track inclined at 70 degrees and crashed into the buffer sand pile. The crystal dust raised formed a psychedelic mist in the red light.

Mark spat out the sand in his mouth and saw a spiral plank road embedded in the circular rock wall a hundred meters high below the cave platform.

Countless figures carrying baskets of ore were crawling along the zigzag ladders, like ants crawling between the ribs of a giant, sending the ore on their backs basket by basket into the mine carts on the platform.

This was completely different from the mine that Mark knew. At this moment, he felt like he was on top of a pyramid or a round mound, and the miners below were mining the blood crystals above their heads on the side of the mound.

"Well, are we going down to mine?" the blond young man asked in the somewhat broken official language of the Lily Kingdom.

"Forget it. Guild Master Eugene said that we can leave after spending a full day in the mines. We just need to practice martial arts here!"

Mark ignored them and found an empty corner on the mine car platform and sat down cross-legged.

He took out the skill appraisal book and opened it without hesitation.

When the title page of the appraisal book was opened, a starlight condensed from magic power projected out from the appraisal book and shot directly towards Mark's eyebrows.

Mark's personal panel automatically expanded.

The starlight first paused at the occupation column on Mark's panel, and then covered the two black squares in front of the priest. The starlight jumped and flickered as if to dissolve the black squares and reveal its true appearance.

But no matter how fast it flashed, the black square could not fade at all.

Perhaps this ray of starlight magic felt bored, and it immediately gave up the profession column and went straight to the skill column below.

The starlight magic turned into a large net that completely covered the entire skill bar.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the time on the personal panel had skipped more than ten minutes, but the starlight magic of the appraisal book was still shining, and his skill bar had not changed at all.

Just when Mark wanted to ask Monica if this state meant that the identification had failed, the ball of starlight suddenly shrank, and the net that originally covered three skills was reduced to only covering one skill.

Then, the starlight magic slowly melted away above [Holy Judgment■] and merged with the skill name.

And after [Divine Judgment■], columns of text slowly emerged.

【Divine Judgment■】

[Use the Blessed Cross to perform physical exorcism, dealing [Strength × 1.2 + Intelligence × 0.8] points of erosion damage;]

[After hitting, the "Profane Brand" is applied (the amount of healing received is reduced by 30%, and each time the healing is received, the backlash damage is 1.1 times the caster's spirit + the amount of healing);]

[When attacking a soul-type target, there is a 5% chance to trigger "Judgment Funeral" (directly devouring soul-type creatures up to its own level + 3)]

Looking at the successfully activated Holy Judgment skill, Mark finally understood what Monica meant when she said that the success rate of the appraisal was not high.

If the magic power in the appraisal book made by Monica was not intelligent enough to know to give up on identifying the text in the black square on his panel, he probably wouldn't be able to identify anything useful even if he used 100 appraisal books.

Now that the only offensive skill he may have has been identified using only one appraisal book, he can be considered to be possessed by the emperor of luck.

Looking at the skill explanation of [Holy Judgment■], Mark was even more surprised.

What is this?

Aren't Clerics supposed to be support and healing? Why do their skills seem to completely counteract healing?

Think about it more deeply. If your last two skills are successfully activated, and you kill monsters while giving them healing, hey, their health will decrease instead of increase!

The only pity is that the Zapelio Divine Judgment he expected was not really what his professional skills originally looked like.

The reason why he was able to release black shock rays when fighting against the Holy Light Nightmare was probably because he was in a dream space and his own skills underwent special changes under the influence of the dream.

Just when Mark had just finished awakening, Monica came to Mark with a tired look on her face and sat down casually.

"Mark, I'm really losing a lot of money doing this business with you!"