What had started as hope turned into despair. In my fury, I kicked him several times, sending the burly man clutching his head and howling. After taking a beating, he finally knew better and hurriedly shouted, "Stop hitting me! Stop! I... I remember finding a chest when I dug up the floorboards to take the things... But I couldn't... couldn't open it..."
"Lead the way!" I stopped.
The burly man, his nose swollen and his face bruised, could only lead me toward the backyard with a mournful expression. Before long, we arrived beneath a large tree, and he said, "I was afraid someone would take it, so I... I had the chest buried beneath the tree."
At my signal, the burly man quickly dug out the chest. It had a special lock made from legendary-grade materials. No wonder he couldn't open it. I took one look, then pried the lock open with my greatsword.
The Hunter Bureau had already searched this place once and found no useful information. Clearly, Aunt had never intended to leave her whereabouts or secrets in plain sight. As for those paintings and calligraphy, they were probably pieces Aunt had treasured in her daily life. Burning them was fine. But what exactly was inside this chest?
The burly man still wanted to peek at what was inside. I glared at him and drove him away, naturally threatening to destroy him if he dared come back, lest he damage this place a second time.
I opened the square box. It contained quite a few small objects, along with several beast-skin scrolls and the like. I unrolled the scrolls and glanced at the writing. They were all summaries of Aunt's savings and assets over the years. She had accumulated quite a fortune during her several decades here. There