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Chapter 169: The Myth

작가: Sarah John
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EMILIA POV

"I don't know, Emilia. Carlo died when I was a boy. If he left a set of cryptographic keys or physical coordinates, I never received them. I always assumed the money was a myth. A fable told to keep the captains loyal."

"But Marcus and Vincent are clearly operating under the absolute conviction that it is real," Ricci pointed out.

"Which means they are hunting us for a fortune that might be entirely locked in the ether," I said, a bitter laugh bubbling up in my throat.

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