Lucian returned to the Roundtable Hold with a large haul of supplies granted by the Two Fingers and entered the space of Grace.
He had not even bought the items yet, but that no longer mattered.
Right now, Lucian only wanted to count how many Runes the Two Fingers had given him.
Within the space of Grace,
Melina sat atop the round table, turning several black feathers over in her hand.
She was studying the black feathers they had picked up from those headless soldiers earlier.
She had never seen feathers like these before, nor could she find anything related to them in her remaining memories.
Yet Melina sensed the aura of something immensely ancient from them. These were certainly no ordinary feathers.
Lucian's excited voice interrupted Melina's thoughts.
"Melina, we're rich!"
"Hm?"
Melina looked at Lucian with a trace of confusion.
She remembered Lucian saying he had come to the Roundtable Hold to repair his armor and buy items. What did he mean by getting rich?
"Look!"
Lucian removed the Exile Hood and began placing the items granted by the Two Fingers onto the round table one by one.
First came the Flask of Wondrous Physick, then the Flask of Crimson Tears and Cerulean Tears, followed by two Talisman Pouches.
Melina looked at those items, her expression turning astonished as well.
The Flask of Wondrous Physick, the Sacred Flasks, and the Talisman Pouches were all exceedingly precious things.
With more means of preserving his life, they would be immensely helpful in battle.
Melina had just been about to ask Lucian how he had obtained these items when she realized he was still pulling things out.
One after another, large Golden Runes radiating a gentle golden glow were placed on the table.
Among them were three or four especially whole