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    King had always been known for their elusive nature and unconventional methods. Encounters with King were rare, but those who caught King’s attention were seen as incredibly lucky. The Miller family was incredibly lucky to have King approach them.


    “Could that really be King? Or is some impostor?”


    “Who can say? No one’s everid eyes on King or knows what King looks like.”


    “If it really is King, then the Millers just hit the motherlode. Trading a few family heirlooms for the chance at a cure? That’s more than fair.”


    The guests murmured among themselves, excitement building like a rising tide. Their voices ovepped, fueled by envy and curiosity. Secretly, each of them hoped King might reconsider and pick them instead. Luck like that didn’te around twice.


    Even Dn, who was usually the picture ofposure, showed a subtle shift in expression.


    Kurt exchanged nces with his family, trying to mask his growing excitement. “How do I know you’re really King?” he asked, his tone steady and restrained.


    The mechanical voice responded, cool and unbothered, “No worries. When your—


    “Family truly needs me, I’lle—and I’ll take what I want then.”


    “What exactly do you want?” Kurt pressed, not wasting a moment.


    The mechanical voice fell silent. It felt less like hesitation and more like contemtion, as if the unseen figure was carefully deciding what to im from the Miller family.


    The guests grew still, not daring to breathe too loudly. Every eye remained locked on the screen, waiting, listening, hoping not to miss a single word.


    Finally, the mechanical voice returned. “Just that golden ornament.”


    Gasps spread through the room like wildfire.


    “What? King only wants that cheap thing?”


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    “Maybe King means another ornament. It doesn’t have to be that one—the one barely worth eighteen hundred.”


    “There’s no way King is talking about the piece under two thousand. King wouldn’t be foolish enough to trade something as valuable as a cure for that.”


    No one could wrap their heads around it. King, the legendary healer, choosing such a lowly, often-dismissed trinket as payment? It was hard to believe.


    The Millers looked at one another, just as stunned as everyone else.


    But Dn remained calm, unsurprised by the announcement. He understood something the others didn’t. King never chose based on money or appearance. King’s selections had nothing to do with logic or worth. What King asked for always came down to one thing—King’s own unpredictable desires.


    Kurt paused in thought, then turned to Robin and said, “Fetch that golden ornament which had just been ced.”


    “On it.” Robin headed straight to the most prominent spot and retrieved the golden ornament that had been carefully arranged earlier.


    Holding it up toward the towering screen, Kurt asked, “Is this the ornament you meant?”


    The mechanical voice replied without hesitation, “Yes, that’s the eye-catching little thing. I noticed it the moment I saw it.”


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