Chapter 55: Choosing a Gift

Allen had the urge to laugh after receiving Jerome's invitation.

"Hahaha, the playboy will finally be bound by marriage." Allen was already thinking about what kind of gift to give Jerome.

Lillian walked over a plate of cut fruit in her hand.

"Are you going to take Maggie with you?" Lillian asked.

Allen glanced at an expectant Margie and finally shook her head. "Forget it. There are too many people on an occasion like that, and Margie will get nervous there."

Maggie's eyes were a little disappointed.

In reality, Allen was worried that if Moses saw Maggie, it would cause misunderstanding on the other side. The last time Dobbin developed jealousy because of Maggie, it took him a lot of effort to coax it out of him.

Lillian stared into Allen's eyes momentarily. She knew Allen too well to know that what Allen said was just an excuse.

"In that case, I won't be attending either, so prepare a gift for me to give to Jerome." Lillian didn't choose to poke holes in Allen's excuses; she also felt that Allen needed a normal relationship, and Maggie didn't fit the bill.

Allen was relieved, but then he was worried about what to give as a gift.

Just then, Allen received a call from Lancelot, the museum director, who had made an appointment with Mrs. Carol to meet today.

Allen immediately rushed to the appointed place.

"If Mrs. Carol has a suitable artifact there, perhaps I could buy it for Jerome." Allen had an idea and finally met Mrs. Carol.

Despite having met Mrs. Carol in the last time flashback, the other woman's kindness still carried an infectious quality.

"Hello, Mr. Allen. I'm sorry I can't get up and shake your hand." Mrs. Carol laughed a little as she lay back on the bed.

In fact, since being patronized by the thief, Mrs. Carol's health had deteriorated so much that she now had all sorts of monitoring devices at her bedside.

Allen shook Mrs. Carol's hand, smiling, "Thank you for the dagger. It has been a great help."

"I'm glad you like it. My husband collected those things worldwide, and I plan to donate them all when I die." Mrs. Carol looked over at Curator Lancelot.

Lancelot nodded at Allen, saying, "Many of those things are valuable artifacts. Mrs. Carol donated some of them; the rest were intended for you."

"Give it to me?" Allen was surprised; he knew that Mrs. Carol didn't have an heir, but he didn't expect that the other party would be willing to give him these precious memories.

"Mr. Allen, that bronze sculpture, a token of love given to me by my husband, has a special meaning he must have sent you to guide me." Mrs. Carol's pale face wore a warm smile.

"Please bury that bronze statue with me after I'm gone." Mrs. Carol said.

Allen nodded solemnly, saying he would fulfill Mrs. Carol's last wish.

After leaving Mrs. Carol's house, Allen's heart was heavy, knowing that Mrs. Carol would soon pass away.

He had seen the life of Mrs. Carol and her husband before through the eyes of a bystander, and at this point, it felt as if a loved one was about to pass away.

Lancelot held a long black cloth bag and handed it to Allen. "Didn't you say that you were looking for a gift to give to a friend as an engagement present? How about you look at this? You young people should like it."

Allen took the cloth bag. It was a sword with a straight blade and a greenish-golden glow, like a Japanese katana.

"This was purchased from China by Mrs. Carol's husband, and I'm told it was the saber of an ancient general." Lancelot introduced.

Allen was immersed in a strange memory. In the middle of that time, his soul was attached to a sword, and he followed his master as he continued to kill the enemy. He had seen the cruelty of the ancient battlefield, with limbs and broken arms everywhere.

To Allen's surprise, the knife’s owner seemed to have extraordinary power. The transparent wall would block sharp arrows and blades when they cut into him.

'If I can master this power, I shouldn't have to be afraid of bullets in the future, right?' Allen thought in his heart.

Then Allen went through a change of dynasties, following the knife as it continued to change hands, and finally, after a long time, it was purchased by Mrs. Carol's husband.

Consciousness returning to modern times, Allen gently stroked the knife, satisfied in his heart. 'Jerome should like it.'

Allen took the knife and said goodbye to Lancelot.

By the day of her engagement to Jerome rolled around, Allen walked into Jerome's estate in her gown with a cloth bag in her hand.

This was the first time Allen had come to Jerome's house and saw a bitter Jerome and Moses.