Inside the castle, Ethan and Golden Hand left Isabella's bedroom.
Ethan wore a disgruntled expression, still fuming over what had just transpired.
Moments ago, he had no choice but to engage with Isabella to extract the location of the treasure vault.
Although he had ultimately succeeded, the entire awkward ordeal had been witnessed by someone else.
Ethan glanced at Golden Hand, who was stifling his laughter, feeling a surge of frustration.
"Quit laughing, you bastard," Ethan grumbled.
"Sorry, sorry! I just can't help it. But hey, thanks to you, we finally got the information. Who knows how much longer we would've been searching otherwise," Golden Hand replied, still chuckling. He pulled out a map and frowned at it.
"She said the vault's under the chapel, but it's not marked on this map. Looks like we'll need to search some more."
"Just follow me. I know where it is," Ethan said, clearly annoyed.
