Chapter 167 The Saintess

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.”

banquet hall caused a ripple of unease. The heavy doors, with deliberate

his words a gentle reassurance cutting through the darkness, soothing her frayed nerves

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with a decisive click. Before them materialised a table, upon which stood an auctioneer clad in

a microphone, “Welcome, esteemed. guests, to the culmination of our evening. Bidding commences

in mystery, bids promptly soared, propelled by intrigue and the allure

hundred and

“One point five million.”

point twenty

and a half

and a

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

Milly gulped.

like they treat money as Monopoly money. Or could it be funny money? Don’t they care

what if it’s a scam? They spend so much even without seeing

bid was at a terrifying

tried their best at

two point five

“Eighty four million.”

“Eighty seven million!”

bidding 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

the room momentarily speechless. One bold bidder refused to give up. He clenched his teeth

and

and twenty one point five

hundred thirty five

Balance

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1.5 million each time, but George raised it by tenfold that,

Tates, unparalleled in wealth and poise. To challenge them

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