Andrew shook his head. "Don't waste your time trying to dig into my background. Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."

Chantelle let out a cold laugh. "Come on, Mr. Lloyd, that's a bit much. You think I can't find out? Unless you're from one of Holtrien's top-tier noble families or one of the nation's real powerhouses the kind who sit at the top of the decision-making pyramid—I can and will dig up your history."

Andrew replied coolly, "Alright then, here's a little hint. I used to serve in Holtrien's military. If you want to investigate, be my guest."

Chantelle froze, and her eyes widened in shock. "Military? You were in the armed forces?"

Andrew corrected her without hesitation. "Not a soldier-I commanded them."

That shut her up immediately. Her stunned gaze locked onto him. She paused for a second, then asked more urgently, "Wait, seriously? You led troops? Then that must mean... your rank wasn't low, was it?"

After all, there was a massive difference between serving in the military and actually leading.

"I've already given you more than enough clues.

you were in the government, you meant that part... the military wing, and a high-level one at

it. But now, looking at you—someone

shrugged. "Enough about me. Let's talk business. Tell me interested in exploring a treasure that dates all the

like a fantasy than anything else. Come on, it's

chuckled. "That's exactly what I

take a look at this, and then tell me again if you still think it's all just a myth." Chantelle stepped

weathered piece of parchment-a fragment from the Rhodes family. He picked up a small vial

faint lines began to emerge

in invisible

smiled. "This sheet is at least 100 years old. And back then, invisible ink wasn't exactly

parchment... Wait... is this the map you were talking

across

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