Yarbede lazily and playfully swept her gaze over the vast treasure vault, finally fixing it on Duke. Her red lips slightly parted, her voice carried a magnetic allure that was both intoxicating and heart-pounding:
"Oh~, my dear little Duke, it's been so long since you summoned me, I've almost missed you. This little box seems quite interesting."
Her gaze then shifted to the small wooden box on the stone platform, with a flicker of imperceptible surprise in her eyes.
The rule barrier that had Duke stumped seemed nonexistent to her eyes.
Yarbede seemed to have sensed the contents inside the wooden box, and her interest was piqued.
She examined Duke with keen interest, as if he were a fascinating toy.
Yarbede didn't immediately focus on the wooden box, instead she walked barefoot to stand before Duke, a playful smile on her face. She extended her slender, jade-like fingers, almost touching Duke's chin.
