"Sir Roger, is that...?" I froze, feeling the words stick to my lips. For a moment, I was truly speechless.
Before me, on the young man's open palm, lay a precious stone. It shimmered with a soft bluish glow and looked magical. However, my actual reaction to it was far from enthusiastic.
No, in fact, I couldn't even begin to guess what this guy's intentions were when he gave me something like this.
I wonder if Duke Dickens even knew about this escapade of his? After all, even if the purchase of such a precious stone did not hit the duke's wallet too hard, it would certainly have attracted his attention.
Just for your information, if this stone were sold, the proceeds would be enough to buy a well-renovated estate in the center of the capital. In other words, it was truly an unimaginable amount of money.
Nevertheless, Roger, as if understanding my thoughts from the expression on my face, hastily said to me:
