Chen Hao took out the small wooden box, but his expression suddenly changed.
The lock that had been on the box had been opened, but when, he did not know!
There was only one key for the box, and it was still on Chen Hao himself. How could it be opened...
Chen Hao seemed to have thought of something. He hurriedly opened the box, and his expression changed again.
"Damn, has there been a thief!?"
Inside the small wooden box, two crowns lay quietly.
One was a bright blood-red, its central design depicting a broken sword.
The other was lush green, with a pattern of a small tree leaf.
Both of these crowns remained unchanged, yet only the black crown was missing!
"It wasn't stolen..." Chen Hao shook his head, his face showing contemplation as he instantly dismissed his earlier speculation.
If it had been stolen by a thief, they wouldn't have taken just one crown!
Why was it the black crown that disappeared?
Chen Hao recalled the black crown.