Chapter 492: Hexcrafters Spells

Ren frowned. "You mean . . . my [Monocle of a Tinker]?"

It was Hubert's gift to him when he rescued the Gnome. He only had one of those, and he doubted Hubert would give him more. That thing wasn't even available in any market yet.

Ren took a deep breath and weighed his options. Right now, the trinket was useless to him, but in the future, he might need it, and Hubert might not sell those.

In his inventory beside his equipment, the [Monocle of a Tinker] was one of his prized possession. But seeing that he had no choice right now, Ren agreed with the bargain.

It was better than Pii.

Viscendra's smile was sweet as she accepted the toll.

"The curse stems from a sacred elven monument of statues just west of town called the Yil'Quessir Ayin," she started. "The dark elves and white elves used to go there to let the magic flow through from the Fey Realm into the forest. Now, something dark and sinister had corrupted the monument – inverted it," she said, smiling gleefully.