"Pale Stone is usually found near water veins, like lakes or seas. If you look carefully, there's plenty of it."
Phield suddenly understood. Back when he was in school, he had only memorized its chemical properties. He had never bothered learning where it was distributed, since exams never asked about that.
Yago did not understand why Phield reacted so strongly. To him, this common alchemy material was utterly worthless.
After all, alchemy materials came in all kinds of absurd forms, like an old widow's foot wrappings or a giant's toenails. A dull gray-white rock had absolutely no prestige to it.
"My lord, when touching Pale Stone… ah, I mean limestone as you call it, be careful with your hands. Limestone can peel the skin."
Hearing that made Phield even more certain the man was not deceiving him.
"You're right. Limestone contains calcium hydroxide. It's corrosive to the skin."
