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,”

Antique City while making idle

a while, Emrys shook his

There’s nothing.

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

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

shook his head and smiled. “Finding a real emerald here is like looking for a needle

if recalling something, he went on, “I remember Thomas previously receiving a special stone. I’m not sure if it will meet

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Chapter 78 Rusted Bicycle

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Emrys slapped his forehead.

auction house, so they will definitely have many rare items. I should have

and have lunch at my house in

“Sounds good,” Emrys agreed.

Just as they were about to leave,

Oh? There’s something good.

immediately walked toward a

stall was larger than the rest and specialized in

attention was drawn to a bicycle stationed behind the stall. The

of the stall, “Aren’t you selling antiques? Why

a lunatic yesterday who insisted on exchanging his bicycle with me. He claimed that it was

spoke, the

previous day, an elderly man appeared unexpectedly at his stall and demanded to sell his bicycle to him. He

course, the stall

collector, not a trash collector. No one would buy this