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.

already given you more than enough

when you said you were in the government, you meant

wasn't ordinary. I used to think he was overthinking it. But now, looking at you—someone with both edge and discipline-turns out your roots are in one of the most elite departments

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

fantasy than anything else. Come on, it's the modern

"That's exactly what I thought

me again if you still think it's all just a myth." Chantelle stepped closer. "What

desk in front of Andrew lay a weathered piece of parchment-a fragment from the Rhodes family. He picked up a

began to emerge

intrigued. "Is this written in invisible ink? That's... kind

years old.

parchment... Wait... is this

of the virgin's blood across

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