"Amulet? How could it be as simple as you say!" Old Abel scoffed disdainfully, loudly exclaiming, "This thing was personally made by the Flame King, it not only has the blessing of the Saint Heir, but it was also soaked in Holy Water for three days and three nights... It is said to have the same effects as the Holy Water!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone sitting near the bar showed surprised expressions, and the tavern's hall was filled with whispering voices; even the waitresses pouring tea and water seemed interested.
Even though they might not need it themselves, who doesn't have an elderly person in their home?
Without Holy Water, or if they couldn't afford the church's burial ground, they would have no choice but to abandon their deceased loved ones in a chaotic graveyard far from the town, unable to even pay respects to the dead.
If this cross truly had that effect, then they would be able to bury their loved ones' remains in their own backyard.
"Flame King?"
