Ronan stood at a distance, carefully observing the ghost in the distance.
From the appearance, he seemed to be a middle-aged man with a thick beard, wearing old-style ancient clothes, holding tools such as a hammer and nails in both hands, like a craftsman who specialized in repairing waterways during the Keldim Empire.
Ronan listened to the mutterings from the craftsman ghost but couldn't discern their meaning.
His gaze went past the craftsman ghost and was drawn to a low, dilapidated hut behind it.
The area where the craftsman ghost repeatedly wandered seemed centered around the hut, perhaps the place where he had worked during his life, being sustained by some obsession, refusing to leave.
Ronan squinted his eyes, casually extinguished the flames in his palm, and turned his hand to reveal a square-cornered, antique-looking black cow bell.
He approached the direction of the hut, his footsteps making a rustling sound on the ground.
