Hearing Monica's words, the watching villagers couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
"That's right, that Jeff has always been idle, never doing any proper work, only knowing how to flatter the noble lords."
"Lake has been quite caring toward us. Even if he got rich, he didn't forget us. I don't think he would do such things."
Seeing public opinion beginning to turn toward Lake, Olar flew into a rage:
"You damned old woman, how can you say one thing yesterday and another today?"
Monica stiffened her neck, fearlessly glaring back at Olar, completely throwing caution to the wind:
"That's because you threatened and bribed , forcing to give false testimony! This old woman doesn't have much conscience left, but I can't join you in framing soone who once helped !"
"Bah, you damned old woman! When did I ever make you give false testimony?!"
Olar was both angry and anxious. Waving his fists, he was about to rush over and hit Monica.
Celitia was quick-eyed and fast-handed, grabbing Olar's hand, gripping his wrist tightly and forcibly stopping his movent.
Compared to her forr weakness, Celitia's current body had gained so explosive power.
Though it couldn't last long, it was enough to deal with the outwardly strong but inwardly weak Olar.
The girl's slender five fingers gripped Olar's wrist tightly, positioned just right to press his pressure point.
Olar's hand trembled involuntarily, numb and painful, sore and weak, imdiately losing the ability to resist.
"It hurts!" Olar couldn't help but cry out loudly. "Let go of , you wretched woman!"
He was about to start cursing when Celitia's icy gaze swept over him, and the remaining words got stuck in his throat.
Olar hadn't forgotten how Celitia had dislocated his wrist, snatched away his stick, and beaten him until his head was bloody and he lost consciousness.
Most importantly, though he was the one injured, he was instead thrown into prison and ate prison food for three whole months.
From Celitia's eyes, he felt that chilling, sharp killing intent.
Fear seed carved into his bones, and Olar's body began trembling violently beyond his control.
"You... you... what are you doing? I'm telling you, I'm here representing Baron Tucker with legitimate reasons!"
Olar was all bluster, shouting to try to cover his fear. "In broad daylight with everyone watching, you can't just attack people!!"
"The one who moved first was clearly you." Celitia couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm just stopping you—I'm not planning to do anything to you."
Hearing Celitia's words, Olar actually quietly sighed in relief.
He felt that after not seeing her for several months, his sister had beco three tis more frightening than before.
"The witness you brought has already spoken very clearly—it wasn't Lake digging up treasures in the middle of the night, but this person called Jeff who did it."
Celitia said in a deep voice. "So please imdiately stop digging, take Jeff to Baron Tucker, and interrogate him thoroughly to clarify the truth."
"No!"
Suddenly rembering the purpose of coming here, Olar imdiately panicked. "We can't stop—this is Baron's orders!"
Celitia ignored him and gave Shanie a aningful look.
Shanie understood, imdiately rushing up to grab Jeff, snatching the hoe from his hands and pinning Jeff's hands firmly behind his back.
Though Jeff was much taller than Shanie, he was no match for this short girl and could only shout loudly:
"You can't do this! Lord Olar, please help !!"
Shanie's voice was even louder: "Stop your nonsense! Co with to see the baron!!"
The two struggled constantly. Celitia watched them with a smile while Olar's forehead was covered in cold sweat, not daring to act rashly for the mont.
At this ti, beside Jeff, another man suddenly called out: "Lord Olar, we found it—right here!"
Olar had been waiting for these words. Hearing them, he was overjoyed: "I knew it—there must be relics here! Quickly bring that sword over for to see!!"
The man dropped his hoe, carefully lifted a rust-covered longsword from the ground, and ran to Olar's side carrying the sword.
"Lord Olar, look!"
Everyone's gazes fell on the longsword in his hands.
"How is that possible?" Shanie cried out in surprise. "Our family's land isn't so abandoned wasteland—it's been turned over countless tis. How could there be any sword buried there?"
Looking at the dirt-covered, rusty longsword, Celitia frowned slightly.
That piece of land had been dug up in complete chaos, and previous traces could no longer be seen.
Perhaps those people sneaking around in the middle of the night weren't digging things up from the ground, but hiding things in it.
"You're quite prophetic, Olar." Celitia glanced at Olar indifferently. "Without even seeing what it looks like, you can definitively say it's a sword?"
"That's... that's..." Olar was stunned, hurriedly explaining, "That's naturally because Lake himself said so!"
"Really? You an Lake dug it up and then buried it back? If that's true, at most it could be called returning it to its place—why give him a charge of 'privately hoarding treasures'?"
Olar's sweat gradually flowed down. Just as he was about to speak, Celitia cut him off:
"Are you going to continue making up stories, saying Lake didn't dig up this sword but another one?"
She chuckled lightly. "Whether Lake dug up anything, I don't know, but this sword was undoubtedly secretly hidden by you people."
Not daring to let Celitia continue speaking, Olar shouted loudly: "Stop talking nonsense—it's clearly you conspiring with that old woman to deliberately fra us!"
"The witness you brought conspiring with you in an operation you organized... what would we gain from all this trouble?"
Celitia laughed, walking close to Olar and extending her hand toward him. "Since you insist this sword is so treasure, let take a look."
Olar instinctively stepped back: "This is a treasure prepared for Baron—why should I show it to you?"
"The so-called treasure might be fake." Celitia smiled. "Knowing this, do you still plan to present it to deceive the baron?"
The watching villagers joined in shouting:
"That's right—what treasure? Let everyone see!"
"If Lake's land has treasures, maybe mine does too!"
Under everyone's gaze, Olar was sowhat caught between a rock and a hard place.
Looking at the longsword in his hands, Olar didn't think these country bumpkins could see any problems.
As for Celitia... a girl who had long been shut away at ho without going out—what knowledge could she have?
Olar gritted his teeth—let them see!
He put on a stern face, raised the longsword to show the watching villagers in a circle, then handed it to Celitia:
"Hold it carefully and don't break it!"
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