Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Emmeline squeezed her way into the crowd and crouched down, noticing a small object among the fragments.

It was a little jade figurine, about two and a half inches tall.

One side was a vivid green, the other half was pale green with a hint of red, and it was in a kneeling position, extraordinarily lifelike.

In the jade figure’s arms, it held something that looked like a cross between a mouse and a toad, with two eround, lively little eyes.

There was a coiled bun on the jade figure’s head and a ribbon-like ornament curved up from the back of its head.

Emmeline picked up the little jade figurine.

“This is arr exquisite jade that is likely from the Western Roman Empire or the Roman Republic,” said the old man. “But I can’t say for sure if it’s genuine. Nonetheless, it’s a nice piece for collecting.”

“How much are you selling this for?” Emmeline instantly fell in love with this little jade figurine. Its craftsmanship was rough, with a hint of Roman style.

“I got this for two hundred while scavenging in Tarrin, the old man said. “If you like it, you can have it at that price.”

This statement didn’t help Emmeline determine how much to pay, and she was unsure how to respond.

The old man then rummaged through the broken pottery and porcelain and pulled out two more small items: a delicate jade cicada and a jade thumb ring with a somewhat plain appearance.

“Miss, would 260 be acceptable for these three items? If I were to sell them normally, they would least four hundred.”

lines, and the jade thumb ring appeared to be made of nephrite jade, showing signs of earthy markings, though she wasn’t sure if

items were chosen based on personal preference, and in terms of judging their

because they’re interesting.” Emmeline smiled. “Whether they’re genuine or not

her wallet and handed four

“That’s too much!” and attempted to return some of the

since you’ve run into trouble. You don’t need to

man earlier, surnamed Chester, hadn’t left; he was still standing behind her. Their eyes met, and

to be honest, was something Emmeline cherished, but she couldn’t resist her love for the treasures she had just acquired

up and give it to Abel later. In ancient times, such an accessory was something heroes would wear when they wielded their bows and shot their

at the bus station, Emmeline realized that her wallet

his aim. After spending that four hundred bucks, I barely

didn’t have money for the

Emmeline dialed Abel’s number.

“Emma?”

bother you, but

fake panic and get to the point!” Abel said dotingly over the phone.

city, and my wallet got stolen. I can’t get back.”

in luck,” Abel said. “I just got

me up? We can

“Where are you?”