"What should we do now? These betrothal gifts..."
Noticing Sharron's gaze, Maric instantly snapped back to his senses.
"Ahem... I mean, should we just move all this treasure out?"
"Yes." Sharron nodded slightly. "We'll both use Spirit World Traversal. It won't take long."
"I should've brought a few zombies..." Maric muttered.
He had thought the so-called "treasure" would amount to a few suitcases at most. Instead, gold and jewelry covered the entire floor.
He knew Viscount Scott certainly wasn't short of money, but this was far too generous.
Are these really not betrothal gifts...? Maric recalled how Sharron had looked earlier.
Honestly, after knowing Sharron for so many years, he had never imagined he would live to see an emotion like "shyness" on her face. Yet, bizarrely enough, it had happened.
What was more, Scott himself hadn't even been there. Sharron had merely been recalling certain things, and that genuine reaction had slipped out unconsciously!
Without a doubt, some strange chemistry must have developed between the two of them on this journey. Otherwise, Sharron wouldn't have acted like that.
Whatever the case, although it might be a little vulgar to think this way, all this tangible wealth could serve as indirect proof of something.
Heh, there's certainly enough here for betrothal gifts, even if the Temperance Faction has no such tradition.
Despite his curiosity, Maric didn't dare ask. He knew Sharron's temperament. When she was angry, her expression was even colder than usual.
The two of them then began taking turns transporting the treasure through Spirit World Traversal.
They saved the all-important mummy for last, escorting it together.
Feeling the heavy weight of the metal in his hands, Maric couldn't help thinking.
*According to Sharron, this was only a small portion of the Laurel's treasure! Then the bulk of it