"Ring ring..." The phone's ringtone echoed in the room.
Alola took out her phone and checked the current time. It was 6 o'clock, still before working hours.
She was initially ready to grumble a bit, but as soon as she noticed the call was from Xue Dili's family, she became alert.
At the same time, Old Barak emerged from the Female Pope's short sword, now resembling a floating soul, half in and half out of the greatsword, and asked curiously, "Whose call is it?"
"Shh!" Alola immediately signaled the old thing to be quiet and then said, "Hello, this is Alola from Silver Country Farm."
The voice on the other end paused slightly before an aunt's voice came through: "Miss Alola, I want to ask, if someone starts losing emotions, then loses their sense of taste, or any of the other five senses, is there any treatment for it?"
In an instant, both Alola and Old Barak's pupils constricted simultaneously.
