Chapter 1439: 658 Confusing Heart_1 Chapter 1439: 658 Confusing Heart_1 “What?
You’re joining the Silver Armor Guard?” Randa looked at the young man in front of her, her emotions a mixture of feelings.
“I know you won’t stay with forever, but I didn’t expect you’d leave so soon.” Randa felt very depressed.
She was, of course, aware of what the Silver Armor Guard represented in Percival – they were the personal protection squad of the Holy Master.
Even the General and Prince had to be respectful in their presence.
Randa rolled her eyes and whispered, “I know with your abilities you can definitely join the Silver Armor Guard.
I just would like to know what the mysterious Holy Master looks like.
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If you join the Guard, can you secretly tell ?
I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
Aubree Groove quietly looked at this princess– whether too naive or too clever was unclear.
After a pause, she said, “Your Highness, the Silver Armor Guard revealing the Holy Master’s privacy is a capital offense.”
Randa deflated and said unwillingly: “Alright, this princess wishes you soaring success and a bright future.”
Aubree Groove bowed and was about to retire.
Just as she was about to step out the door, Randa’s voice ca from behind: “Julius Sutton.”
Aubree Groove did not turn around, but halted the foot she had raised to step out.
“Will I see you again?”
The woman’s voice carried a hint of caution, as if scared the other party would say sothing she did not want to hear.
She said irritably, “Go away, just go, this princess feels annoyed when seeing you.”
As the person walked away, Randa lay dejectedly on the table, “Isn’t it good to stay by my side?”
After all, water flows downward, people rise higher.
He was pursuing a loftier future, what right did she have to stop him?
Randa shook her head, not wanting to think about these unhappy things.
She called Samuel and two bodyguards, ready to enjoy a full day of shopping.
Randa suddenly found sothing strange, she said to Samuel, “Why do I feel that there are antique shops everywhere in Inracetales?
Do the citizens here love archaeology so much?”
The ever-inquisitive Samuel clearly understood, “Because the Holy Master loves to collect antiques, especially flower vases.
Whatever the Holy Master likes, of course, the citizens of Percival like too.”
“So that’s it.” Randa walked into an antique shop that looked very high-end.
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“Oh, an honored guest, your visit brings light to our humble place,” the store owner enthusiastically greeted her.
This person looked affluent, they ought to make a good deal.
Randa saw many antiques on the two sides of the display shelves.
The southern wall was also adorned with calligraphy and paintings.
She walked and admired as she went.
As royalty, one of her palace courses was antique appreciation.
To be honest, Randa had no interest in these objects dug out from coffins, but she was now curious about the Holy Master, so she decided to try and understand so of it.
Randa saw a celadon-colored flower vase.
Amidst the pile of magnificent gold-plated vases, it didn’t stand out, but Randa noticed it at first glance.
She reached out for the vase and examined it in detail.
“Miss has a good eye.
This is ‘Rain after Sunshine’ porcelain from Jinez, loved by emperors and nobles since ancient tis.
I’ll secretly tell you, Miss, this is smuggled out from Jinez, from Emperor Moon of Martial’s tomb, an absolute priceless treasure.”
Randa narrowed her eyes, “Do you think this miss…this young lady is easy to cheat?
Emperor Moon of Martial’s tomb was robbed seventy years ago, and all of his burial relics are now scattered overseas.
The real ‘Rain after Sunshine’ porcelain, loved by Emperor Moon of Martial, is now on display in the Ambrosia Museum.”
The store owner was sowhat embarrassed.
He hadn’t expected to encounter a knowledgeable custor; he couldn’t take advantage of her.
Randa’s face broke into a smile again, “But this replica is of good quality, able to pass off as the real thing, shopkeeper, na a price.”
The shopkeeper tentatively held up five fingers, to which Randa responded, “Deal.”
“Wait a minute.” A domineering female voice suddenly interjected.
Randa narrowed her eyes, turned her head and saw a girl dressed in a golden brocade skirt walking in.
The girl was about eighteen or nineteen.
Her eyebrows and eyes were enchantingly beautiful, her eyes sowhat deep.
A mix of East and Percival features, this was an extrely beautiful mixed-race face, and the mix was high-grade.
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