Phield took out the pearl, glowing with a soft white radiance, and carefully infused it with mana.
A woman's voice immediately came from within.
"Baron Phield, we've calculated the date for exploring the mausoleum. Please come to the Flooded Ruins three days from now. We've prepared a grand banquet."
"If possible, please bring food, merchandise, or even Divine Artifacts. It'll be a good opportunity for trade."
"After the banquet, we'll depart for the mausoleum. Don't worry. Many different factions will be participating, so security is guaranteed."
As soon as she finished speaking, the pearl's glow gradually faded, and the voice disappeared.
"Not bad. It's basically a telephone."
Phield curiously examined the pearl in his hand.
Before he could study it any further, a crack slowly spread across its surface. Moments later, it crumbled into a pile of fine powder.
"So it's disposable. Not as good as a phone."
Phield smiled awkwardly.
"What happened? Did we win the war?"
