“Mr. Zane, I’m sure you’re very well informed about our statures. We have all hired reputable mages concerning the veracity of your items. They might not be as good as Mr. Yonce from Zaprington, but I’m sure that they could still tell if it’s fake. What a disgraceful act of you to trick us with a regular wooden bead!” Sean was disgusted by what Galen did.
“M-M-Mr. Cooper, n-n-no, no! It’s not a fake!” Galen’s face turned as pale as a ghost. “Well, if you doubt its authenticity, I’ll just auction it off somewhere else. Why would I want to jeopardize our solid relationship that had been flourishing throughout the years?”
Galen then gestured his man to remove that particular bead from the table and quickly opened the second casket.
There was a bronze mirror dotted with rust. It looked as if it was dug out fresh from the ground.
When he took the mirror out of the box, there were intermittent low hums ringing, and not long after, a blinding ray of light shot out of it.
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