"Ahahaha... You still have the mood to laugh..."
Esmeralda mimicked Lan Qingyou's silly laugh, smiling without expression or emotion.
"...All right, the things are here. Pick whatever you like."
Lan Qingyou did not mind being mockingly imitated.
After a brief silence.
She opened a small wooden room inside the warehouse.
Esmeralda fell silent after taking just one look inside.
This place looked like an Altar.
Although it had no obscure, complex magic formations, nor was it built from high-end, rare metal ores.
Esmeralda could still tell from the atmosphere that this was an Altar.
It simply was not the sort of magic Altar found atop the High Tower Shelter.
It was not even a functional Altar with any particular purpose.
It was a very simple Altar dedicated solely to commemorating the dead.
And on every step of the Altar sat bottle after bottle of Magic Eyes.
These containers looked like glass bottles.
Some held a pair of Magic Eyes.
While others held only one.
Esmeralda understood.
One Magic Eye did not mean there had only been one.
It only meant that only one could be salvaged.
Such things were also very common among the Red Witches.
So she was not particularly surprised.
"Then introduce the abilities of these Magic Eyes to me."
"That is no problem, of course. But I will not introduce the ones with only one eye. You have no objections, right?"
"Of course."
Upon hearing Lan Qingyou's condition, Esmeralda agreed without hesitation.
This was a place for commemorating the dead.
If even their last remaining eye was taken away.
Then who would they be commemorating?
Although there had been a saying on Blue Star that such memorials were actually for the living.
But that was on Blue Star.
In this world, where Magic Power, magic, and even