Chapter 229: A Visit to the Zerba Family, Stirring Hostility

When he heard that, Marcelo Casson's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. Using it as a cane was like lighting a cigarette with a $10 bill. Not that it couldn't be done. It was just far too wasteful. "Sir, the King's Scepter wasn't only made of precious materials; its artistic value was hard to measure. Wouldn't that be a bit too extravagant?" Diego Santee waved it off. He didn't care about the price. He needed a gift for old Mr. Zerba anyway. The scepter felt just right; the old man was getting...