Ivar flipped the fur jacket multiple times, studying the techniques that's used to process the high-quality materials. A moment later, his hands were trembling upon figuring out the materials that were used to produce one fur jacket. Magical Beasts' Hides!
"S-Sir Darius…" Ivar stammered.
Before the young mayor could mutter a word, Darius interjected. "Is there something the matter?"
"There's none, Sir Whitemoon." Ivar straightened his back. "Though, we would like to apologize for not being able to give you a gift that matches the thoughtfulness of the one you gave us."
Darius smiled, he tried to appear as gullible as possible. At that time, Darius had suppressed his Mana Field to zero in front of Ivar and the townsfolk to create an image of young, inexperienced village chief. They didn't know that Darius was the very person who liberated Røros from Richmond's depravity.