The scale held by Yethew looked gray and dull as if the Duon who owned it had died a long time ago.
"This one's different from ours…" Keely checked. "So apart from numbers, different Duons have different colored scales on them too?"
Freud heard their conversation and offered to explain this one.
"I read the dream of a Duon, so I know how this thing works." His voice was still trembling a little after witnessing how Keely burned Yethew's soul to nothingness just now.
"Well?" Keely looked at him.
Freud did not hold back anything he learned since he already planned to display his value as much as possible to Angor. "Their scales represent their social standing. From the most important individuals to the lowest ones, they have gold, silver, white, and gray scales. But I don't think it has anything to do with us. Wait… there's something! We need two scales of the same color to get a Meraid's sword."
