NovelEnglishChapter 333 Wynter Knows Everything "Ms. Quinnell, it's your first there, right?" The newcomer was very talkative. He had a strong Kingbourne accent. "You can callRonan." As soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted from nearby, "Sir Rathbone, you're here! I have sgood stuff today!" "I'll check them out in a bit." Ronan nodded and greeted him, exuding an air of authority.
"Alright! Then I'll save them for you!" Wynter smiled faintly. "Sir Rathbone?" Ronan replied while fanning himself, "People on the street respect me. That's why they callthat." After saying this, he continued, "Mr. Quinnell said you were looking for sEvercrest Gems. Are there any specific requirements for the items?" "None," Wynter said while glancing at Wolf.
Wolf seemed quite familiar with Panzarath. He curled his l*ps slightly as he swept his gaze across the area. Wynter brought him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtspecifically to serve as an "eye". Wolf's eyes could help her find things efficiently.
"Truth be told, Ms. Quinnell, you've ca bit early," Ronan said as they walked. "It's not your fault. You probably don't know the history. of Panzarath.” Wynter chuckled lightly and said in a playful tone, "Indeed, I don't much about it." know C Ronan lowered his voice, asking, "Then do you know the origin of Ghoulton?" Wynter shook her head casually while surveying the street ahead.
Ghouton originated from the 19th to the 20th century in Kingbourne's history when the nation was declining. Many officials and nobles fell on hard times and sold their family antiques secretly.
To avoid being seen, they chose to trade at dawn with lanterns. Their faces obscured by the red light resembled ghosts, which was how the place got its name.
Those in the antiques business know that Ghoulton had good items. Wynter walked up to a stall that was selling wholesale trinkets.
Ronan added mysteriously, "It's normal for someone your age not to know. Many locals don't either. Panzarath has its taboos. Sthings that cfrom underground should never be touched." Ronan advised, "You're from the Quinnell family, so I won't deceive you. According to tradition, the real treasures only appear at dawn when the market opens. That's the insider way to spot treasures. Treasure hunting starts early. So weld better cback around 11:00 p.m.," Ronan suggested.
Wolf had already started gesturing to inform Wynter that all the items sold were recently made, and none were old.
Wynter strolled leisurely, not interrupting Ronan's introduction. She quietly asked, "Are there still items from underground? That shouldn't be the case." "Very rarely," Ronan replied while playing with his beads. "But don't worry, I'm taking you now to meet Mr. Novak who can give you sadvice."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWolf clearly didn't want to go. He was more interested in candied hawthorns. Wynter shot him a glande, and Wolf immediately The & m behaved. He cover and let Wynter lead him by the hand. Ronan found it odd that Wynter brought a mute child from the countryside.
"Your father visits Mr. Novak often. We might even run into him." Ronan was trying to establish a connection.
Wynter smirked, "I'm not very familiar with him."
Ronan hesitated as he looked for excuses. "Well, you just cback, so it's natural not to be very familiar."
Suddenly, his curiosity was piqued. He wondered if Wynter had no m intentionNoPacknowledging anyone. He felt that would make sense, particularly because the Quinnell family's adopted daughter was remarkable.
She was knowledgeable about calligraphy and jewelry and had a keen understanding of antiques. Wynter on the other hand...
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