Chapter <b>1037 </b><b>Grandpa’s </b><b>Sufferings</b>


    As soon as Wynter spoke, the scene exploded in confusion.


    “Ashes<b>? </b>What ashes<b>?</b><b>”</b>


    “What are you talking about?”


    It wasn’t just the rtives who were puzzled. Even Fabian and Albert turned their eyes toward Wynter. She had neve mentioned any ashes to them before.


    Den, in particr, couldn’t believe she knew about the ashes. For a <b>fleeting </b>moment, an unprecedented panic shed across his face, but he quickly regained hisposure.


    He had also studied geomancy at Mt. Dragon. If someone had tampered with the geomanticyout, he would have known.


    She must be bluffing. This was the only exnation Den could think of.


    With a cold sneer, he said, “This <b>is </b>getting more and more ridiculous. Everyone


    knows Mr. Pennington’s skills. If there was something here, don’t you think he would


    have sensed it?”


    Kolton, who had been mentioned, lifted his chin and moved his fingers thoughtfully.


    He tried to maintain his impartiality. “There’s nothing supernatural or evil here. Ms.


    Quinnell, be careful with your words.“.


    “But there’s a crow, isn’t there?” Wynter smiled. “I don’t know much about geomancy,


    but I do understand some animal behaviors.


    “Crows are scavengers. It’s unusual for it to be cawing for so long without reason<b>,</b>


    don’t you think?”


    Kolton opened his mouth to speak, but Wynter cut him off. “Mt. Dragon should have taught you that crows announce death, right? Mr. Pennington, surely, you’ve learned


    this.”


    “I…” Kolton fidgeted slightly.


    Wynter’s voice was mocking. “You’ve learned it, haven’t you?”


    She was doing it on purpose. If Kolton didn’t understand by now, he would be a fool. But he couldn’t tarnish Mt. Dragon’s reputation, either.


    “Of course, I’ve learned it.” Kolton red at Wynter. “It’s the most basic entry–level knowledge in the Arcane Way.”


    Wynter smiled and addressed the crowd. “Did you hear that? Even Mr. Pennington says there’s something underground. So, how am I being ridiculous?”


    Kolton was bbergasted. When had he ever said there was something underground? They had been


    g about the crow announcing death.


    At this point, Den’s chest heaved with anger.


    Shane, still confused, interjected, “Even if crows are scavengers, that doesn’t mean


    there are ashes underground.


    “Your disrespectful tone is uneptable. Your grandpa might indulge you, but I


    won’t! It’s wrong to nder people like this!”


    “nder?” Wynter smiled. “Are you saying Great–uncle feels wronged? That’s easily solved. Let’s dig and see for ourselves.”This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Den’s expression changed dramatically. “You can’t move thisyout.”


    “Why? Mr. Pennington already said thisyout steals our rtives‘ fortune.” Wynter toyed with her purple sugilite pendant. “If you don’t let us move it, does that mean you want <i>to </i>keep stealing?”


    Before Den could retort, the crowd voiced their agreement.


    “Thisyout must be changed!”


    “Yes, Mr. Den. What do you mean by not letting us move it?”


    Everyone was driven by self–interest. Now that their interests were threatened, they naturally opposed Den.


    Den clenched his teeth tightly and red at Wynter with undisguised malice in his eyes. “You’re doing this on purpose! You know geomancy!”


    “Great–uncle, you must be joking. Geomancy is such a profound art. How could I


    Ga?e 132) Grandpa’s Suffermos


    know about it?” Wynter lifted her brows. “I merely wanted to let you experience what it feels like to be besieged by everyone.”


    Her tone was indifferent. “Does this scene look familiar? You incited them against Grandpa in much the same way.”


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