"Let me put it another way. Is there anything here that could hurt you, or even kill you?"
Shade said. The sheep slowly nodded.
"No. Everyone here is very kind."
Shade thought for a moment.
"Then have you seen anyone strange? By strange, I mean something that reeks terribly, like a dead human?"
The sheep pondered again. The way it thought while chewing made it seem remarkably wise.
"I have, though not often. It lives underground and occasionally buries chicken bones and duck bones nearby. Once, I ran into it while relieving myself at night. It did not mean to harm me, likely because I am more valuable than chickens and ducks."
Its vocabulary was becoming increasingly refined.
"There really is a Corpse Ghoul? Nicholas Green really became undead after he died?"
Shade was slightly startled, then asked again.
"Then you know?"
"It lives in an underground hall, where nightmares coil in the depths beneath the earth, a sleeping place left behind by humanity's Ancestors."
In other words, there was an ancient tomb beneath this village.
"How do I meet it?"
"It is not difficult. It likes chicken, and likes cooked food even more."
The sheep spoke at an unhurried pace. After listening for a while, Shade even found its words rather poetic. He had never felt this way while speaking with another person.
"So?"
"Cook chicken in the Broken House. If it wakes, it will certainly appear."
"I see. Thank you very much. Come to think of it, others must have investigated it before, right? Has no one ever asked you about it?"
Shade asked again. The sheep with the ring on its horn looked up at him once more.
"Human, I am only a sheep."
Shade found this sheep increasingly extraordinary, but he still had things to do.