บท 291: Master's stroke!

"Yo, you being cautious for once?"

The old man found the scene amusing.

His grandson was quite fickle, his enthusiasm for anything never lasted more than three minutes; the old man was aware of that.

How come he seemed a changed boy today?

"Grandpa, I told you it's a treasure, I wouldn't deceive you!"

"I think, lad, you've probably been had."

Who would pack a treasure in a broken cardboard box?

It's as obvious as lice on a monk's head.

However, at this moment, the little boy's entire attention was fixed on the cardboard box, and he didn't even have time to clear up his grandpa's confusion.

The old man sat quietly to one side watching him, ready to enjoy the joke and take the opportunity to lecture him, to teach the boy a lesson.

"Rip—"

With a tearing sound, the tape was pulled off and the cardboard box suddenly opened, revealing its contents.

——A scroll about thirty centimeters long.

Beyond that, nothing else.

"Wow~~~~~ It's finally here, hahaha!"