Chapter 2092 Treasure Of Danie
- Madeline laughed, a bright little trill that rippled over the breeze. “He left that part out, all right. The simplest solution? Let's walk in and find out for ourselves.”
- Because Madeline spent her childhood drilling stances beside graying masters, any rumor of a prodigy—especially one praised by Martin—sparked an itch beneath her skin. She quickened her step, pulse rising with professional curiosity.
- The trio stopped outside the arched, weather-beaten gates of Fisherman's Retreat. A crowd had formed, bodies pressed into a perfect ring. In the center, a frail boy of perhaps eight brandished a wooden spear. Every thrust rippled like a dragon's tail; every sweep cracked like wind through pine. Sand puffed at his feet, and the onlookers gasped as the weapon cut silver arcs beneath the sun.