Thinking this way, it's kind of a pity.
At this thought, the Archbishop glanced at Herbert with a tinge of regret, shook his head, and sighed.
Sigh! There goes another excuse to go out for a stroll…
Herbert was caught off guard by this turn of events, thinking his act hadn't worked, and wanted to add something more.
"Alright, I understand your thoughts now, no need to explain further."
The Archbishop waved his hand, ending the topic and turned to say, "Speaking of which, before you tell me about your experience training in the foggy mountains, have you forgotten anything else?"
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
Forgotten what?
Herbert tilted his head, unsure what he was referring to, and tried hard to recall.
"Now that you mention it, I do have a vague impression... I seem to have forgotten something."
"What on earth could it be?"
The young man looked at the old man, exclaimed 'oh,' and suddenly remembered something important.
The rings!
There aren't enough rings!
