Admittedly, Fenna thought that old Maurice was right.
Fire, holy oil, and spices, the three vital elements for conducting a sacred ritual—although in special circumstances one could make do, substituting entirely with ingredients found in the kitchen was a bit far-fetched.
But she decided to give it a try.
After all, first, she had tried it more than once on the Homeloss, and second, she couldn't find more suitable materials in this "witch's mansion."
"I shouldn't have expected to find things like holy oil in a 'witch's' house," Fenna sighed, helplessly telling Maurice, "It seems I'm always underprepared on a daily basis."
Maurice mumbled subconsciously, "I've felt that ever since you successfully performed a ritual with inferior materials on the ship, you haven't thought about seriously preparing for a ritual again…"
Fenna shrugged, pointing outside the window, "Why don't you try to buy some from the street?"