The market was bustling, yet around the stall covered in white cloth, there wasn't a single person. The Huitu Samurai, deemed as "cursed destiny," hurriedly removed his eagle crown and knelt down with a thud, bowing continuously. He looked towards the old witch doctor holding a pottery plate, earnestly pleading, almost bursting into tears.
"Old Prophet, please save me! I'm willing to offer twenty more gemstones, only to lift the curse of destiny!"
Puap spoke while reaching into his bosom, willingly pulling out handfuls of gemstones.
The old witch doctor remained calm and composed, observing the pile of gemstones on the white cloth, then glanced at the vaguely visible pouch in Puap's bosom, suddenly giving a meaningful smile.
"Ha! Foreign Samurai. Divine objects have spirits, knowing the truth of the world... How can you hide these fake gemstones from the divine objects?"
"Ah! This... this..."
