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If they kept on with their quest, they’d have to get into impossible places to find their quarry.

Santiago tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed upon the heavens while he gently stroked Bobby’s head. After a moment of silent contemplation, he spoke, “It is not your fault, Hansel. Perhaps, the Saintess has only just made her presence known.”

“What?” Hansel was struck dumb by this unexpected revelation. Only just appeared? But how can that be when our lineage possesses teachings passed down through countless generations? Could it be that our forebears were indeed

seers?

Santiago’s eyes seemed to pierce through the fabric of reality, looking far beyond the immediate world. “Yes,” he murmured, “I have observed significant changes. The stars align more closely with the ancient records‘ description, and Bobby’s restlessness has increased, signalling the possible arrival of the Saintess.”

Hansel’s heart leapt with hope. “Truly?” If this is so, then the fate of the Lloyds is indeed secure! This is joyous news!

Santiago’s gaze remained distant, almost otherworldly. He did not confirm directly but suggested, “Let us return to the Lloyds‘ estate. I must study the recent celestial patterns to determine the Saintess’s precise location.”

Hansel, filled with renewed fervour, replied, “Of course, Cursemaster. I shall escort you back at once.”

As they prepared to depart, a thought suddenly struck Hansel. He turned quickly. “Cursemaster, there is something else I must inform you about.”

Santiago’s expression remained impassive, “What is it, Hansel?”

Hansel continued, “I recently encountered someone skilled in an embroidery technique identical to that of the ancient court embroiderers. They might possess the ability to restore the sacred robe of the Queen of Lublurg.”

Santiago’s interest was piqued, a rare flicker of curiosity in his otherwise stoic demeanour.

In the distant annals of time, the Lublurg Kingdom had vanished without a trace, leaving behind enigmatic relics like the court embroidery technique, lost to the ages. How, then, could someone today possess such ancient knowledge?

“Let them attempt the restoration, but exercise caution. The Queen of Lublurg’s sacred robe is a priceless. artefact; it is better left untouched than poorly mended!”

The significance of that sacred robe cannot be overstated.

Hansel affirmed his understanding, “Acknowledged, Cursemaster.”

dimming of lights in the grand banquet hall caused a ripple of unease. The heavy doors, with deliberate slowness, closed behind them. Milly, unaccustomed to such dramatics, instinctively sought refuge

softly, his words a gentle reassurance cutting through the

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life with a decisive click. Before them materialised a table, upon which stood an

her throat, the auctioneer’s voice carried across the hall via a microphone, “Welcome, esteemed. guests, to the culmination of our evening. Bidding

bids promptly soared, propelled by intrigue

hundred and fifty

“One point five million.”

point twenty five

and a half

a half

by, and the bidding went from 750 grand to 7.5 million. Even

Milly gulped.

us? Feels like they treat money as Monopoly money. Or could

scam? They spend so much even without seeing the goods. This

bid was

their best at a

point five

“Eighty four million.”

“Eighty seven million!”

rose to a crescendo, with voices gradually tapering off into a hushed expectancy, cach bidder silently calculating potential gains. Suddenly, a resonant voice broke the silence, “A hundred and five

in one decisive move, rendered the room momentarily speechless. One bold bidder refused to give up.

and twenty

hundred and twenty one

hundred thirty

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each time, but George raised

and poise. To challenge them in a financial duel was tantamount to