"It must be an illusion..." Flemea was a bit hesitant because she knew very well how powerful the entity she worshipped was, so she subconsciously dismissed the idea.
However, the stone in her hand exuded an extremely familiar aura, and these alchemical materials that seemed to have been purchased by Lawrence made Flemea very puzzled. After all, these items weren't too strange for her.
"Um… Reinhardt, take a look at this stone." Flemea was uncertain, feeling as if her spirit was somewhat erratic—was it due to that drink with a bit of alcohol she had just consumed?
"What's wrong?" Reinhardt looked at Flemea with puzzlement. In his view, anything passed over by Chen Ze was bound to be without issue; of this, Reinhardt had no doubt.
But after taking the stone from Flemea, Reinhardt also froze. The aura on this stone was all too familiar—it was exactly like what he had sensed that day in the main city of the Church of Light, in the dreadful Heretic Tribunal.
