“It was just a tripped fuse in the basement. Maybe something in your house short-circuited, so if this happens again, check i the fuse tripped!" Westfield brushed off the dust from his hands, reminding Frances as they walked up the stairs from her New Falls's basement.

"Christiannk you so much. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known what to do. You even fixed the circuit for mel How about I buy you lunch?" Frances was sitting on the sofa in the living room while dabbing her scraped arm with ointment after changing into a white dress.

"No need, it was just a small favor! Autumnheights head back now!" Westfield brightened up, thinking that this woman looked quite beautiful in a dress. However, he wasn't in the mood to appreciate a beautiful woman right now; he was eager to go back and continue what he was doing!

"Wait...” Unexpectedly,despite her many hints, Westfield was still oblivious. Frances quickly stood up and called out to him.

"Is there something else?" Westfield furrowed his brow, seeming dissatisfied with Frances taking up his time.

"I still don't know your name." Frances laughed bitterly. It was the first time she had encountered a man who wasn't immediately at her feet.

“It's Spring Town," Westfield concealed his real name. This woman mentioned that she had seen him at the New Falls gate before, and he didn't want to complicate matters.

"Spring Town... Alright then, are you interested in minerals? I'm attending a mineral trading conference this afternoon. If you're free, you could tag along...”

"How about I buy you a piece of ore as a token of gratitude?”

Frances extended an invitation to Ethán.

"Are you talking about mineral gambling?" Westfield's interest was immediately piqued.

"Christiant's right. You seem interested, so how about I pick you up at the entrance after lunch?" Frances noticed Westfield's hesfration and had a sudden idea.

"Do you know a lot about the industry?" Westfield was instantly intrigued as he was struggling to figure out the bead's origins.

“I personally own a jewelry company, so I have some knowledge about gemstones!" Frances modestly explained.

"Then, could you help me identify this bead's material?" Westfield said as he took out the bead from his chest pouch.

"Oh,it's blue and has a very unique texture. If it weren't transparent,I would've suspected it was artificial. I'm sorry, but I don't know either! Maybe you can come with me to the mineral trading fair and someone there might recognize this!"

Frances looked at it for a while but couldn't make sense of it.Helplessly, she returned the bead to Westfield while inviting him.

"Consider it an opportunity to broaden your horizons!" she smiled at him, hoping he'd give in.

"Here's my number, so give me a call before you leave." Westfield hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed, leaving his phone number with Frances before leaving.

"What an interesting young man!" Watching Westfield return to his New Falls from her own yard, Frances had a faint smile.

But soon, she remembered what had just happened and a trace of worry flashed through her eyes.

Back in his room, Westfield couldn't wait to take the bead out. It was strange how he could wear it directly on his body.

After all, it was strange for a grown man to wear a pouch.

"Frances owns a jewelry company. I should ask her to turn it into a necklace so I can wear it," Westfield thought, suddenly recalling his neighbor.

Shaking his head, he put that though aside and focused on the blue bead.

Just like last night, as long as he held it in his palm, he would feel a cool sensation seep into him.

Moreover,he could feel that even though the coolness had grown fainter with time, it was still flowing throughout his body.

He couldn't understand the purpose of it, but the fact that it healed his injuries overnight was mind-blowing.

Also, he fet more energetic than before, with a slight improvement in his senses and touch.