Getting the second dragon cauldron from Billy was rather easy, but getting the fifth dragon cauldron was going to take a bit more time.


    Wilbur was nning to get the fifth dragon cauldron back from the National Museum of Migorn legally.


    After bidding farewell to Billy, Wilbur hailed a cab to the National Museum of Migorn. He bought himself a ticket and quickly located the cauldron in a dimly lit corner of the museum.


    Despite the fact that the fifth dragon cauldron was definitelycking inparison to the other artifacts in the museum, the dragons carved onto it were still as realistic-looking as ever.


    Just then, a beautiful museum guide named Ellen came over. "Good day, sir. What you''re looking at is a bronze cauldron that originated from Dasha. It found its way to Migorn in the previous century and has now been kept in the National Museum of Migorn."


    Wilbur felt a strange sense of familiarity towards the cauldron, seeing as both he and the cauldron were from Dasha and in a foreign country. Ellen saw the look on Wilbur''s face and whispered, "You have Eastern features and ck hair. Are you from Cherrytopia?"


    "No, I''m Dashan. The ancestors of Dasha used this very bronze cauldron that you were describing to me, and it''s a symbol of Dasha''s long history."


    "Oh, uhh... Would you still like me to keep on telling you about it, then?"


    "It''s fine. I''d like to ask, however, if I could bring the cauldron back to where it belongs as a person with Dashan blood."


    "Ahh..."


    Ellen shook her head, but Wilbur said, "I read up on the National Museum of Migorn, and they have a suggestion box. This is a letter I''ve written, and I hope you can help me submit it."


    Ellen looked at Wilbur. Her face flushed as she turned back to the cauldron in the ss disy case. "I really admire your bravery, sir, but I hope you know that getting the cauldron this way is going to be very difficult."


    "I''ll persevere."


    Wilbur turned to leave. Ellen was strangely touched by Wilbur''s aura, and she stared at his back before blurting out, "Will you being again tomorrow?"


    Wilbur stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Ellen. "Yes, and I''lle by every day with a new letter until I get to leave with the cauldron."


    Ellen could not help the tears that welled up in her eyes. "Okay. I wish you all the best."


    Wilbur wandered around for a bit after leaving the museum, before checking into a nearby hotel. Just as he had set his bags down, his phone rang with a call from Beverly.


    "Hello, Beverly? Is anything the matter?"


    "I''m afraid so, Deacon Penn. Jiro from Cherrytopia was killedst night. The


    murder was a swift one, killing him in one hit. The investigation shows that Jiro


    had not made any enemies before his death, and you were thest person he met with. So..."


    "So, I might be watched, right?"


    "Yes."


    "What are you in a rush to look for overseas, Deacon Penn?"


    "Something very important."


    "Alright. Best of luck, then."