"Chief Divine!…What kind of person would have such a dagger?…"
In the large tent, Alan wore a cold mask, holding up an Obsidian Dagger, standing before Priest Mekate, staring into the other's face. Priest Mekate looked surprised, examining the slightly old dagger while muttering to himself.
"The stone blade of this dagger has been replaced… The wooden handle is very old, with simple carvings, seeming to be passed down through many years… Huh! This scent, this texture… is it hard sandalwood? Hmm, it should be a heritage dagger of the Alliance nobility…"
Priest Mekate widened his eyes, carefully examining the three carved square characters on the dagger's wooden handle, falling into deep thought.
"'Xiulote', the name of the God of Death… It's different from the original carvings, clearly newly carved… So, that's it!…"
"What is it?!"
"It was inscribed by a noble of the Alliance who reveres the God of Death!…"
Priest Mekate stroked his chin, affirmatively responded.
