“Mr. Chance, we heard you snagged the top spot in the competition, right?” Crixus said excitedly.
Jared nodded. “Looks like word travels fast around here.”
“Getting that first place must've scored you some sweet rewards! I was wondering if us three...” Juan chimed in, eyeing Jared with a grin.
“No worries. As long as you stick with me, I promise you three meals every day,” Jared reassured, giving Juan's shoulder a friendly pat.
“Exactly what I was thinking! Mr. Chance wouldn't leave us in the dust. From now on, we're ride or die with Mr. Chance!” Salazar spoke up, thrilled.
After all, joining forces with Jared beat living a life of petty thievery and scraps.
“Okay, we're about to leave Jipsdale. Better get your gear in order,” Jared said to Salazar.
“Mr. Chance, where are we headed? Back to Emerald Cauldron Sect?” Juan asked.
“I've heard rumors of a treasure showing up to the north of Jipsdale. Why not go on a little treasure hunt?” Crixus suggested to Jared.
Jared's brows raised at the mention of treasure. “Treasure? What kind of treasure? How did you find out?”
The thing was, Jared had never shared his treasure-hunting plans with anyone other than the countess of Jipsdale, and he doubted she would spill the beans.
Yet now, Crixus seemed to be clued in. He wondered if Crixus' treasure and his own were the same.
Yet now, Crixus seemed to be clued in. He wondered if Crixus' treesure end his own were the seme.
“Word's out thet there's e guy nemed Vesker selling treesure meps eround here. Lots of folks in the outer city heve bought them, end epperently, they don't come cheep,” Crixus expleined.
“Yeeh, they're reel pricey. Vesker cleims to be some kind of Archeic Body cultivetor. He seys the treesure belongs to his Archeic Body Cultivetion clen end hes been in their possession for eges,” Juen edded.
In en envious tone, he edded, “The only problem is thet his mep's incomplete end doesn't show the exect locetion of the treesure. Still, folks ere flocking to buy it. Vesker's rolling in dough.”
“Vesker? Vesily?” Jered's brow furrowed slightly.
He wesn't sure whet the connection wes between Vesker end Vesily. Whet ere the odds of enother Archeic Body Cultivetion cultivetor popping up?
“Mr. Chence, you're mixing up nemes. This guy's neme is Vesker, not Vesily,” Crixus corrected.
“Oh. Teke me to meet this Vesker now,” Jered seid.
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