Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

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,”

while making idle chatter with each

while, Emrys shook

There’s nothing.

Emrys was like him, trying to scavenge for antique treasures. Seeing Emrys shake his head,

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

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

if recalling something, he went on, “I remember Thomas previously receiving a special stone.

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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 asked Thomas sooner instead

come and have lunch at my house in the afternoon? I’ll have Thomas look for

“Sounds good,” Emrys agreed.

for a while. Just as they were about to

Oh? There’s something good.

immediately walked toward a

than the rest

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

of the stall, “Aren’t you selling antiques? Why are you also selling second–hand

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

spoke, the stall owner

stall and demanded to sell his bicycle to him. He