[ Was it truly a trap if he was the one who asked for it? Gnosis could talk for eight years. As far as Phantom was concerned, so long as he didn't have to talk back in return and could answer with only his body language (going completely non-verbal) or a series of vague grunts as if he was suddenly an NPC in one of Mizuki's video games, it was heaven.

He eyed the knife, and what the Liberi is currently doing. Didn't understand what is spectro-whatever and why would a radio date a metric, since he wasn't a scientist and didn't have a single science bone in his body, although he's not unintelligent. Thus, he gets at least the gist of it. He nods.

Then, because it's impossible for him to convey his question without going full-on hilarious mime, he finally decided to say: ]

...I saw its spirit. It's just...there. [ He gestured vaguely in the direction of where the spirit was, seemingly asleep. Science, meet mystical mumbo-jumbo, except it wasn't mumbo-jumbo, since he actually saw it. ] If it wasn't asleep, I could perhaps try to ask it for its age, or what manner of creatures it used to consume, to satisfy your curiosity. Although I cannot find any suitable offerings...

[ He frowns slightly, forgetting what he was originally going to ask him. Not enough Originium Ingots for this option. But he did remember one thing. ]

...Do you have a shovel? Be careful with scraping the bones. Don't want it awake and wrathful. [ As if he didn't just ask for a shovel, which means digging its grave. ] I saw a large golden disc down there, but it's buried. I need a shovel.

[ Don't be sorry, he chose to dive headlong into the Gnosis Special Event in this Integrated Strategies and It's On Him. ]