The Quadruplets Are Mine?

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.”

charming, carved from white jade with simple yet graceful lines, and the jade thumb ring appeared to

case, these items were chosen based on personal preference, and in terms of judging their authenticity, even experienced

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

and handed

too much!” and attempted to return some of the

deal since you’ve run into trouble. You don’t need to give me any

left; he was

something Emmeline cherished, but she couldn’t resist her love for the treasures she had just acquired during this “scavenging” expedition. Moreover, she had also helped the elderly man in

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

bus station, Emmeline realized that her wallet was missing. It was a

could pick his aim. After spending that four hundred bucks, I barely have ten left

money for

dialed

“Emma?”

bother

get to the point!” Abel said dotingly

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

said. “I just

up?

“Where are you?”