Infinity Holy Grail: No, Brother... You actually dared to grant that wish?
"You might not believe this if I told you."
Polnareff looked up at Hol Horse, his expression strange and slightly hesitant. "Just now... I think I ran into a genie."
"A genie?"
Hol Horse was clearly dumbfounded upon hearing that.
"Yeah."
Polnareff nodded, looking exceptionally serious. "At first, I thought an enemy was deliberately trying to mess with me, but judging from the situation now, he really does seem to be a genie..."
"Hold on a second."
But after hearing this much, Hol Horse's expression turned a little subtle. "This so-called genie you're talking about... couldn't possibly be that thing from Arabian legends, could it?"
"That's right, that one—from the story of Aladdin's Lamp."
Polnareff spoke solemnly. "I found an old oil lamp on the beach just now and casually rubbed it a couple of times. Then a genie popped out and insisted on granting me three wishes, so I casually wished to become rich..."
"As for the result, you've already seen it."
Polnareff picked up a few gold coins and weighed them in his hand. "These ancient treasures are the real deal. If someone was messing with me, how would they know I'd wish to become rich? And how could they bury all this gold, silver, and jewelry in such a short time?"
"Though what you're saying does make sense."
Hol Horse looked like he was having a hard time processing this. "But no matter how you look at it... suddenly finding Aladdin's Lamp on the beach is way too ridiculous, isn't it?"
"Damn it... don't tell me you think I fell into an enemy trap?"
Polnareff seemed a little exasperated. "I'm not that much of an idiot! This genie is real... If you don't believe me,