Songket Berbenang Emas の小説・ストーリー

His tattooed arms folded across his chest, giving him more the appearance of a biker than a jeweler. “Hard to source?” I asked. “Oh, I can find it. But are you sure you want to use your mother’s ring? I could melt it down and make something new with the gold,” he suggested. I shook my head firmly, and Dion sighed. “Well then, get your wallet ready. Serendibite costs eighteen thousand dollars a carat. The earliest I can have it delivered is six weeks, and I’ll need to cut it to fit. So far, I’ve only managed to find it raw,” he explained.