Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 78 Rusted Bicycle

Yelena and Emrys didn’t mention anything about the assassins sneaking into the mansion last night, as they were afraid Cordelia and Caylic would be frightened by it.

That was all that happened.

Meanwhile, in Antique City, Emrys decided to make some self–defense items for Cordelia, Caylic, and Yelena after last night’s events, such as Telepathic Formation.

With that, if the girls encountered any danger, he would be able to find them as soon as possible.

However, engraving a Telepathic Formation required a high–quality emerald, as an ordinary emerald wouldn’t suffice.

Therefore, Emrys decided to try his luck at Antique City.

After walking around for a while, he didn’t find any useful items. However, he did bump into a familiar face–Franklin.

Franklin liked collecting antiques, so he would often come to Antique City to walk around.

Upon seeing Emrys, he walked over to him and said, “What a coincidence, Mr. Lund!”

Emrys nodded. “Old Mr. Sunderland, how’s your recovery?”

He had a good impression of Franklin.

“I’m much better. It’s all because of you; otherwise, I’d be six feet under.”

“That’s great to hear. Please be careful with your diet and eat less fatty and greasy foods.”

“Understood, Mr. Lund,”

around Antique City while

shook his head in

There’s nothing.

treasures. Seeing Emrys shake his head, he couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Mr.

I’m looking for a few emeralds or stones with high hardness. However, I haven’t

and smiled. “Finding a real emerald here is

recalling something, he went on, “I remember Thomas previously receiving a

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Chapter 78 Rusted Bicycle

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Emrys slapped his forehead.

have many rare

lips. “Mr. Lund, why don’t you come and have lunch at my house in the afternoon? I’ll have

“Sounds good,” Emrys agreed.

for a while. Just

Oh? There’s something good.

immediately walked toward a

was larger than the rest

was drawn to a bicycle stationed behind the stall. The antique bicycle’s frame

to the bicycle and asked the owner of the stall, “Aren’t you selling antiques? Why are you also selling

who insisted on exchanging his bicycle with me. He claimed that

the stall owner

sell his bicycle to him.

course, the stall

was an antique collector, not a trash collector. No one would buy this pile