After Elder Harald finished speaking, he rather sentimentally picked up the ring again and examined it against the last rays of sunset outside the window. The cat watched him expressionlessly, but the elder soon set the ring down again:
"I'll speak with Vilda and the others and visit the Dark Lake in those caves soon to see whether there are any other relics there. Perhaps this time, we can solve the historical mystery from three hundred years ago. Did that person leave the tribal relic behind because he was unwilling to take it with him before departing? Or did he secretly return many years later before his death, and was the finger bone you found, Shade, actually his?"
The elder had directly spoken Shade's name here, but Shade pretended not to notice. He too found the story rather moving, but he had no desire to judge who had been right or wrong. In any case, it had nothing to do with him.
He could tell that his cat wanted the ring, but although he had found it, it did not belong to them now:
"Elder, can you sell this ring to me? I can use some—"
Shade thought about what he still had on him:
"I'll trade a Philosopher's Stone for it."
"Cough, cough, what?"
Elder Harald immediately began coughing, and Claire and Miss Larson were startled as well.
"A Philosopher's Stone? Don't joke around. That's Sage's Blood in Fatumonster."
"Sage's Blood?"
It was a strange name.
"Shade, that's what the locals call Philosopher's Stones. You can treat it as a colloquial substitute for the name Philosopher's Stone."
Claire explained, while Elder Harald rapidly waved his hands at Shade:
"There's no need for the Philosopher's Stone. Keep it yourself. You helped us get rid of the two great troubles of