On closer inspection, the white-haired old man had changed into a set of lighter clothes and was carrying an enormous travel pack on his back.
Suzuki Sonoko looked curiously at the art dealer. "Why did you bring so much stuff? It's not like we're camping."
Caught being stared at, the art dealer felt a little guilty. On this treasure hunt, he planned to find a chance to keep the Memory Egg for himself. His bag was actually packed with a full set of burglary tools.
But at a time like this, the thin-skinned ones lost.
The art dealer cleared his throat. "Heh, brat, you're underestimating treasure hunting—especially in an old castle like this. If you finally find the place but can't solve the mechanisms because you don't have the right tools, that's what's truly frustrating."
He patted his bag. "I've got everything in here. All right, stop wasting time outside. Let's go into the castle first."
While the group was discussing the art dealer's backpack,
at the foot of the mountain several kilometers away,
a Black Sedan sat silently parked there.
Vodka carefully surveyed the surroundings, then opened his Laptop and checked the road-intersection surveillance feed he had hacked into earlier. "Big Brother, that was the last car to pass through. There shouldn't be any more behind it."
Gin looked away from the Mailbox and nodded. "Head up the mountain. Don't get too close."
Vodka answered and stepped on the gas.
The car quickly pulled away and silently headed toward the mountaintop.
Before long, the magnificent castle emerged in the distance. Vodka could not help praising it. "This castle might be worth even more than Scorpion."
Gin glanced at the castle and found that it was indeed rather impressive, so he raised his head and examined it more carefully.