The blue-eyed young lady continued smiling at him:
"Since you insist, I can indeed share some stories. But it's getting late today, and I still have things to do."
After thinking for a moment, she removed the anchor-shaped silver ornament from her hat. But it was not made of pure silver; it merely appeared to have been silver-plated:
"This ornament was cast from part of the shipwreck fragments salvaged along with the two wooden boards back then. It isn't valuable, but please accept it and stop thinking about those two ship planks."
She seemed to have guessed that Shade would not give up easily:
"Please don't refuse. Treat it as a token for our next meeting. Next time, I'll tell you some stories about that sunken ship. They'll be quite interesting."
The Anchor Silver Ornament landed in Shade's hand. It was an ordinary item, exquisitely made, but truly worthless.
He wanted to thank her, but the young lady had already waved and turned away. Shade wanted to catch up, but the badge on his chest had begun to grow warm. He did not want to drag this unfamiliar young lady into the witches' affairs, so he could only watch her back as she walked up the stairs.
Miss Illustrious was also on the stairs leading to the 1st Floor, passing by the Great Witch of Fate. The latter even glanced at her, and Miss Illustrious politely nodded in response.
"Good morning, Mr. Watson. Were you speaking with that young lady just now?"
The witch was still followed by two maids. The dark red birthmark between her brows had been skillfully concealed with makeup and was not very noticeable at the moment. Shade casually explained:
"We were discussing the exhibits together. Randall River Valley doesn't have a ship museum."
"Moon Bay