"You have no idea how precious that embroidered dress is. It's a treasure that I've passed down for hundreds of years. If my ancestors knew I'd ended the inheritance with them, they'd probably curse me to death after they die!"
“…”
this.
After these words were spoken, the people around him fell almost silent.
This is indeed the case, but I can't even help in this situation and can only sit by and watch.
As the master himself, I am anxious and I am anxious too.
It is not clear whether the figure that flashed by was the winter ghost, but what can be seen seems to be the familiar brocade clothes.
"Master, I think I know where your embroidered clothes are."
The master suddenly raised his head and asked directly, his expression hurried: "Tell me quickly, where is it?"
The man's expression was calm. "It seems we've only seen that one person from the beginning to the end. If that person tricked us into leaving, there's probably only one person who could have done it, right?"
You are right.
Shouldn't there be only one person who can do it?
"So where did that person go?"
"I don't know."
They were all anxious. Who could remain calm when such a huge treasure disappeared out of nowhere? That was not what they should do. If it were him, he would not be able to be so complacent.
Yes, I can’t do it myself.
Then he felt a slight pulling sensation, and the old master just stood up and walked forward regardless of the group of people's dissuasion. No one knew where he went, and he even roared.
The rest of the people were also afraid that the old master would be dragged down and fall down, so they were escorting him directly from the side, fearing that something might go wrong.
Fortunately, there is no problem.
"You fellow, return my embroidered clothes to me. I thought you were a good person, but I never thought you came here just for my embroidered clothes."
“…”
The other party was just speechless.
I just took a quick glance and then gave up. I didn't know what the other person was thinking. Anyway, I just took a quick glance and then kept staring at the gorgeous clothes on the other person, staring at them intently.
"Master, please stop looking. Now that it's in my hands, you still want me to spit it out. Wouldn't that be a disgrace to my reputation?"
“…”
The other party was speechless when he heard this. What do you mean by bringing disgrace to one's reputation? Could it be that your act of stealing will not do any damage to your reputation at all?
pull.
"If this is considered a disgrace, then someone should be thinking about what you were thinking when you stole so many things."
What are you thinking? That’s a nice thought.
The person opposite was just sitting in a hot spring. Of course, there was a small stone pavilion next to the hot spring. Snowflakes were almost falling on the pavilion, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated on it.
When the snowflakes encountered water vapor, they began to drip down along the edges.
In the end, the water even turned into ice.
It froze into this big block of icicles.
The dripping sound looks so beautiful.
At this moment, when the old master came over, the icicles fell down as if they had eyes, and it could be seen that the icicles were really dazzling.
It fell to the ground with a thud.
It was almost there, almost brushing against the old master's scalp and then falling to the ground. Although the old man didn't feel anything, he was vaguely aware that the person opposite him was up to something.
It must be something used.
"You are such a person, I never thought that you would do such a fake thing just for a set of gorgeous clothes."
"This embroidered dress has always been what I've dreamed of. I naturally kept it while I was still alive. I never thought someone would mess with my lair after I died."
He really didn't expect that when they were alive, this group of people all obeyed his orders, but after they died, the situation became a mess and in the end someone even took away his most precious embroidered clothes.
Do you know what this thing means to a person? It means a lot. If you put it that way, I'm afraid it really means a lot.
"Is this yours?"
The old master asked.
Because when you listen to this person talking, you can tell that he is a little panicked and looks very uneasy. Apart from this panic, it seems that there is nothing else to see.
"Yes, you thieves actually stole my beautiful clothes. You are absolutely insane."
These words left the entire troupe speechless, and some even complained.
If you say something is yours, then it is yours. Doesn't that mean it becomes ours just by saying it is ours? It's just useless talk. Humph.
After saying this, the other party's face changed. I don't know what he was thinking, but looking at his expression, you can tell that he is definitely in a bad mood.
Even collapsed.
"What do you mean? I'm such a grown-up, how can I possibly snatch this so-called embroidered dress from you? This thing is mine, a legacy passed down from a thousand years ago!"
Of course there is another part he didn’t say.
Previously, there was a corrupt official in his family who wanted to hand this thing over to the government, but perhaps because he didn't know the value of it or something else, he just threw it aside and beat the man to death with sticks.
Although there are people who know the value of something nowadays, there are probably few who can truly appreciate its value.
For example, this thing was presented as a tribute to the previous emperor, but the emperor just nodded after seeing it. In the end, it was still rewarded to him. It was probably because of many twists and turns that he had already died.
Now that he had finally seen this thing, it could be said that it finally had its day.
"I don't know if this... is as magical as you say. Anyway, this thing was passed down from my ancestors. I don't feel any special emotions about it."
All that can be felt is the unknown harm it brings.
It would be fine if his embroidered clothes were taken away by someone, but there was no one who knew the value of them. Even now, this person still doesn't take the embroidered clothes seriously. This is mainly because the embroidered clothes are a treasure that has been passed down through generations.
That's why that group of people are so concerned about it. Anyone who is not a descendant of this group would not say that. So I have a reason to take all these things back, because these things are mine, and they will be mine forever. I should be more ruthless with my own things.
If someone else snatches it away, wouldn’t it be extremely painful? It’s not that it’s painful, but I just don’t want that to happen.
Being ruthless is not my style.
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