Chapter 168
I looked at Dafa, seeking guidance. He nodded slightly, urging me to continue. Then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, metal box. He placed it on the table, sliding it towards Silas.
Silas watched the box slide across the table, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He reached out and picked it up, turning it over in his hands.
"And what's this?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
"Opportunity," Dafa said, his voice steady. "A chance to expand your…collection."
Silas raised a skeptical eyebrow. "My collection? What are you talking about?" He carefully opened the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of faded velvet, was a map, old and worn, its edges frayed with age.
Silas picked up the map, his eyes scanning the faded ink and unfamiliar symbols. "What is this? Some forgotten corner of the city?"
