Chapter 333 Wynter Knows Everything
“Ms. Quinnell, it’s your first time here, right?” The newcomer was very talkative. He had a strong Kingbourne accent. “You can call me
Ronan.”
As soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted from nearby, “Sir Rathbone, you’re here! I have some good 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 call me that.”
After saying this, he continued, “Mr. Quinnell said you were looking for some Evercrest 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.
specifically to serve as an “eye”. Wolf’s eyes could help her find things efficiently.
“Truth be told, Ms. Quinnell, you’ve come a 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.”
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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. Some things that come from 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 come back 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 some
advice.”
Wolf clearly didn’t want to go. He was more interested in candied hawthorns. Wynter shot him a glance, and Wolf immediately behaved. He came over 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 came back,
so it’s natural not to be very familiar.”
Suddenly, his curiosity was piqued. He wondered if Wynter had no intention of acknowledging 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…
