Madam Marie blinked at him as if thinking about it. A pauseter, she said, "Including my grandfather''s collection, there are ten rooms'' worth of antiques in this manor. If you don''t mind, Mister Penn, I''d like to sell each room''s collection for one billion dors. Ten rooms would cost a total of ten billion dors."


    "Ten billion?"


    Wilbur frowned, but Harold was quicker to speak up. "Madam Marie, Mister Albus said that the collections in the ten rooms were worth between thirty to fifty billion dors... and that''s the price range from ten years ago. After a decade, these antiques would surely be worth well over fifty billion dors. You..."


    "Enough, Harold," Madam Marie said, looking at Harold with red-rimmed eyes. "You know how severe Dad''s illness is. No one but Mister Penn is going to buy all these antiques in one go, and I need the money now. I can''t wait any longer."


    "I''m sorry, Madam."


    Harold bowed in apology to Marie, retreating to the side wordlessly.


    Next to Wilbur, Tina was in utter shock. Ten billion dors was an astronomical amount of money to her, and she hardly dared to imagine if the collection of antiques might be worth even more than fifty billion.


    "I''d like to take a look at the collection first. Would that be alright?"


    "Yes, of course."


    Marie led Wilbur and Tina to the ten rooms, opening them one by one. "These are my father and grandfather''s collections, Mister Penn. I really hope you''ll be able to help me out."


    Wilbur saw the tears brimming in Marie''s eyes and scrambled to say, "Don''t you worry, Madam Marie. As long as these antiques are worth it, I won''t turn down this offer."


    "Thank you, thank you."


    Marie bowed deeply to Wilbur as he walked into the first room and began inspecting the antiques inside. Wilbur searched the room with his spirit energy at once and found about a dozen items containing spiritual energy in the first room alone.


    He did the same to the second room, then the third, all the way until he had finished searching all ten rooms. There were a little over two hundred antiques containing spiritual energy in total.


    On top of that, Wilbur hade across a pair of leather gloves with a special spirit energy in the eighth room that had left him rather shocked.


    They had been lying in a dark corner of the room, emitting a faint silver glow that was proof enough that they were special.


    Marie saw this, and said at once, "These gloves were made from the metal forged from a meteorite, a malleable metal that looked almost like leather. The gloves are actually made of metal. You''ve got a good eye, Mister Penn. If you say yes to this offer, I''ll give you the gloves for free, even if you just buy one room of antiques."


    Wilbur picked the gloves up, passing them around in his hands. "They''re not bad at all. I''ll take them, thank you."


    Marie nodded with deep gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, Mister Penn."


    All of a sudden, a series of footsteps rang from the hallway outside as Harold entered the room with Greg Jonan. Greg nced at Wilbur and red up in anger. "You''re not selling the collections to him, Marie."


    Marie looked at Greg. "My father is gravely ill, Uncle Greg. He needs the money for his treatment, and Mister Penn is a guest of mine. I hope you won''t disrupt our exchange here, thank you."


    Greg took a deep breath, his expression ashen. "No, Marie. These collections were left behind by your grandfather, Garcia Jonan, but he''s also my father. This is shared Jonan property, and you have no right to sell it off for personal use."