"There is only one Philosopher's Stone, so I must be the one to go."
Annan said with utmost seriousness, "If you want to help, then hurry up and make some good potions for me. The Silver Baron can teleport me instantly, so our time isn't that tight... I can wait until the ritual is complete, everything is ready, and then make my move before sunrise tomorrow.
"Before that, I'll need to rely on you to stay up late and help prepare the logistics."
When Annan realized that what he could offer wasn't enough to get the Silver Baron to act personally, he had already decided to give it a try.
He is now of the silver rank, no longer the bronze-level of his past, and he had received new truths.
If he were to inject the Philosopher's Stone, he would surely unleash a battle strength far greater than when he fought the Rot Husband—perhaps he could defeat Bernadino.
Fortunately... there is one last vial of the Philosopher's Stone left.