"Any other bids?" Ken asked calmly, looking around.

However, the threat in his words was clear. And if he did not worry about Uran, what were they, a bunch of town bigwigs, in comparison?

As everyone shook their heads, Ken nodded. "Alright, then Mr. Frankton's bid for the painting was successful. You may take it now, Mr. Frankton." He waved his hand, and a pretty lady opened the glass box containing the painting and passed it to Frank with both hands.

He took it and abruptly sensed an unusual presence, but it was gone in an instant.

"Thank you, Mr. Zacek!" he said and got up to leave with Jada.

Ken was left staring in disbelief.

How was that possible?! The poison that he had put on the painting was very potent!

Even if it might not kill the man chosen by the Shagan spiritron vein, it would at least render him immobile, but Frank did not even twitch!

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Frank and Jada were soon back

of Sylvie Wal, he asked, "Can

Sylvie giggled. "I'm not just great at

to do with forgery?" Alda asked,

huh? Forgery started as early as seven hundred years ago. It's

to work, peeling off a corner

Rip.

frame with one hand and pulled the canvas with

was no different from the tomb murals and must have been rubbed off it. It had been a while and aged, but one could still make out the

that after

he could

he frantically searched for

shaman he should make countless human sacrifices, after which he left Shagan triumphantly, only to

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