Chapter 1077


    Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1077


    As dust flew right into Gerald’s face, both Meredith and Giya walked toward him—once the dust settled


    —before peering into the box as well.


    Inside,y a long, dust-covered sword. Despite the coat of dust on it, that wasn’t enough to hide the


    sword’s brilliant gleam. It was so shiny in fact, that all three of them felt that even people who saw it


    from far away would feel shivers run down their spines once they saw the sword’s sheen.


    “…Despite it probably being thousands of years old, the sword still looks pretty sharp!” said Meredith as


    she tried picking the sword up with a smile.


    Giya herself—who didn’t look particrly interested in the sword—simply returned to look at the


    murals.


    “H-heavy…!” groaned Meredith as she continued attempting to lift the sword. It almost felt as if the


    sword was stuck to the bottom of the stone box.


    “Let me try!” said Gerald as he reached out to grab the sword’s hilt. Applying a bit of strength, Gerald


    was able to lift the sword out quite easily.


    “It’s really not that heavy!” added Gerald with a chuckle as he shook his wrist slightly to shake the dust


    off the sword. While it didn’t look particrly special, just as Meredith had earlier said, the sword


    appeared to be extremely sharp.


    Upon closer inspection, the word ‘Lightbane’ was etched on it, and Gerald couldn’t help but feel that the


    sword was somewhat special despite its mundane appearance.


    “Could… Lightbane be a magical artifact as well…?” muttered Gerald to himself in surprise.


    While that was his assumption, he was unable to find any real spiritual traces on the weapon.


    Regardless, he was still very excited about his find.


    The fact that he had already learned three longsword style moves—from the Dawnbreaker—made the


    find even better. Coincidence or not, he now had a perfect new weapon to amodate his skills.


    “…Hey, both of you… Come look at this! There seems to be something off with this mural!” called out


    Giya out of the blue.


    “Oh, stop looking at that fantasy mural, Giya! Why don’t youe over and see whether this sword


    had any mary value!” replied Meredith.


    “No, you don’t understand! After looking a bit more closely at thetter part of the mural, I don’t think all


    of this is strictly just fantasy anymore! Juste over and look already!” said Giya as she pointed at


    the second half of the mural.


    “If you just imagine that this huge building—that the ancients painted—was a battleship that could fly,


    then everything starts to make sense! Nearing the end of the mural, it’s shown that on the night before


    the heavenly soldiers’ burial, this huge battleship appeared and took three hundred young men and


    women away! See the king and the others bowing there? Don’t they look like they’re seeing them off?


    And then in the next panel, the battleship suddenly disappears!”


    “Take note, however, that while everyone was kneeling, the mural made sure to highlight the old


    beggar’s face! Among all the painted people, only the beggar held his face up high while portraying an


    ugly grin. The ancients even made sure to make him look like he was trying to hide his sinister smile!


    Doesn’t everything make a lot more sense now by looking at it this way?” exined Giya.


    “Hahaha! You surely have an active imagination, Giya! No wonder Professor Yale epted you as his


    student! Giya, the mural was painted like, what? Tens of thousands of years ago? Whenever it was, the


    time period had to be ancient! With that in mind, how could your theory possibly make any sense?


    Battleships? Girl, if the ancients truly drew all this exactly as you had imagined, then I have to say, their


    imagination really is something else!” replied Meredith.


    “I know it sounds bonkers but this mural just gives me a very weird feeling!” said Giya.


    “You’re not alone there!” replied Gerald as he stared at the mural as well.


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    Hearing that, Giya turned to look at Gerald before shing a smile.


    Feeling ufortable by the way Gerald and Giya were looking at each other, Meredith immediately


    stood between them before asking, “Speaking of which, Giya, where was the corpse of the young


    woman in white transferred to?”


    “That… Isn’t stated in the mural, unfortunately… The mural only says that both of them were


    separated! Regardless, do you think that all this is just a fantasy the ancients had, Xadrian?” asked


    Giya as she looked at Gerald.


    Before Gerald could even reply, Meredith interrupted him by saying, “Y-you know, why don’t we discuss


    this once we’ve left this ce? It feels a little hard to breathe in here anyway, don’t you think, Xadrian?


    Why don’t you get us out of here first?”


    “Agreed!” replied Gerald with a nod.