Shawn frowned, feeling very much conflicted.
That gilt pot was his favorite. It was rumored to have been dug out of a queen’s mausoleum and was stunningly beautiful.
However, Curtis had spoken, and not only had he cured Shawn’s wife, but Shawn himself had also given his word.
If I were to say no to his request now, that would only disgrace me.
“All right, then. Since you like it, I’ll give it to you as a gift,” he relented with a helpless sigh.
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