CHAPTER FIFTY THREE
Author: ERO HAY
last update2025-05-01 02:17:54

The auctioneer, a silver-haired man named Bernard, smirked as he prepared to start bidding, oblivious to the chaos brewing in Devin’s mind. “Ladies and gentlemen! I present to you an extraordinary piece of history—the one and only Egg!”

“Hold on!” Devin shouted, stepping into the spotlight, his voice slicing through the hushed excitement. The crowd turned, surprised, some with whispers of curiosity.

The auctioneer raised an eyebrow, the mockery swirling in his tone. “And who might you be to halt this illustrious event? A lobbyist? An amateur historian?” The crowd chuckled, but the seriousness in Devin’s eyes cut through their laughter.

“I’m Devin Stone, and I’m here to tell you that this Egg is stolen property.” His voice boomed, unwavering as he faced Bernard. “It was taken from the Stonehenge Museum last week. You’re in possession of a criminal artifact!”

Laughter erupted, and Bernard smirked, brushing off Devin’s assertion. “Ah, a connoisseur of myths as well as artifacts, are we?
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