An old man with winter-white hair walking with a long walking stick appeared.
Ninety should be a ripe old age, no matter what health condition he's in. He was slightly hunchbacked, and his face was covered with deep wrinkles. Those eyes seemed glassy, but he made a strict expression to them.
“Well, I'm here now. What's the matter?”
The local guide explained to him at once, “Sir, these reputable guests come all the way from the city to meet you. I'll leave you to chat with them. Now I must beg you to excuse me.”
Hardly had he finished when he fled the scene.
Mr. Quill paid no attention to him, but narrowed his eyes to check them out.
“Who are you people? What do y’all want from an old man like me, eh?”
Archie stepped forward and politely said, “Sir, I'm Mrs. McCarthy's grandson. I believe she has mentioned that we are going to drop by today?”
Mr. Quill frowned at him immediately.
Having remained silent for a moment, he then sneered, “I know, you are coming for that precious, eh? All right then, come in.”
He stepped back and let them in, the rest, however, had a distinct impression that he was rather unwilling to do so.
Exchanging some glances, they finally walked into the house.
Natalia walked behind them all, so she was the one who shut the door, then followed Mr. Quill to the living room.
“Your grandma did tell me about you, and I know you are actually coming for the jade. But let me be honest with you, that is not jade at all! Do you think I don’t know those legends of its great effects? Like bringing death to life or immortality.”
Speaking of it, he sneered.
“Immortality? What kind of fools would believe it? Maybe young people like you. When you get to my age, you’ll know that's total bullshit. I’ve seen all kinds of treasures, including the so-called elixir. As if it would work! They are just imaginary stuff fabricated by us mortals with sinful lust.”
Natalia immediately nodded in agreement.
“You're absolutely right, Sir. I knew it at first sight, that you are a phenomenal person, and now I’ve been much enlightened by your words!”
Mr. Quill glanced at her and gave a loud snort.
“Girl, you are way too naive. You think if you say something nice to flatter me, I'm just gonna hand over it to you?”
Hearing his words, Natalia froze.
Felix, however, said calmly to him, “Since Mr. Quill knew our intention, there's no need to beat around the bush. Would you please just name your price?”
Unexpectedly, Mr. Quill shook his head, and dismissed them with a wave of the hand.
“Not a chance.”
“Excuse me?”
Natalia's face grew grave, and so did Queeny’s.
All four put on a frown simultaneously.
Archie said to Mr. Quill, “Sir, the precious is of no use to you, but we need it to save one's life. We sincerely ask for a quarter for the sake of my grandma.”
Mr. Quill sat down on a wooden antique chair, with one side of his mouth pulled up into a smirk.
“For the sake of your grandma? I did know her, but we haven't seen each other for god knows how long! Besides, she now is the noble old Mrs. McCarthy, and who am I to befriend her? I'm just a senile old man, ain't got nothing!
As for you brats, why should I care about your lives? I don't think it's my responsibility to save you. People die every day, and if I had to save all of them, wouldn't I die of overwork?”
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