His appraisal abilities were ordinary, with only some experience related to those common melee weapons.
As for enchanted equipment or weapons related to spellcasters, he was completely clueless.
But honestly, given the situation now:
An ancient relic located in a remote valley, a magnificent church filled with mysterious vibes, ruined towering statues and fanatical cultists praying fervently.
In this exaggerated atmosphere, even if what lay on the altar were merely a commonplace fragment of stone, he'd suspect it might be a holy stone stained with divine blood.
Moreover, what's before us isn't a common item, but a staff with classic design, recognizable at a glance for its efficacy—a legitimate magic wand!
"We're striking it rich now!"
Even Marcus, who had developed a calm mind through years of adventure, couldn't help but cheer inwardly at this moment.
On the Aifala Continent, for ordinary civilians, anything associated with adventurers, prices would increase several folds.
