"This Moen... His prestige in Ram Horn Town seems to be anything but ordinary."
The two walked side by side on the road back to the inn, and Margaret said it meaningfully to Xia Nan beside her.
By now, evening had arrived.
The lingering glow of sunset drifted down, spreading a layer of gold over the rough flagstones underfoot.
After leaving the Orange Orchard, the two had gone on to investigate several other places on their planned route, including the Post Station and Trade Street.
They could not say they had made any groundbreaking discoveries, but they had gained a more comprehensive understanding of Ram Horn Town itself, as well as of that old priest, Moen, who worshipped the [Goddess of Grain].
First, and most importantly.
Xia Nan's guess from that morning had been further confirmed.
The aversion shown by the innkeeper, the blacksmith, and the farm woman when information related to the Pastel Gemstone was mentioned was not an isolated case.
While the two investigated information around town, they also carried out tests to varying degrees.
The result... was within expectations.
From the Sheriff in the town center to the homeless man begging by the roadside, without exception, all of them showed resistance to discussing information related to the gemstone, to varying degrees.
Even if they only brushed against the subject slightly, their originally friendly reactions would suddenly become agitated, and they would reveal a certain aggression toward Xia Nan and Margaret in both words and actions.
Sure enough, all the residents of Ram Horn Town had already been controlled by the Pastel Gemstone, their cognition affected.
No wonder the news had been around for so long, yet only the gemstone in Horako's hands had gotten out.
This kind of invisible method that gathered everyone in the entire town