The first two gifts had been so valuable that Lloyd was naturally full of anticipation for the third. He eagerly opened the exquisite gift box.
Inside was a palm-sized Saint Statue. It was carved from a material as pure and white as snow, as flawless as suet jade. It emanated a soft, warm glow that was incredibly refreshing to behold, clearly some kind of priceless substance.
The craftsmanship, however, didn't match the material. It wasn't just crudely made; it was as if the carver had completely given up. You couldn't even make out a basic human form. It barely qualified as a rough draft, so how could it be called a statue?
'They don't expect me to carve it myself, do they?'
Lloyd wondered, reaching out to take the embryonic Saint Statue from the box.
At first touch, the pristine white material felt hard and cold, like some kind of unique jade.
