Chapter 271 Fanny's Backers

Fanny recounted somewhat apprehensively, "Dickson and I wanted to sell you off as quickly as we could, but that thing around your neck was an eyesore. "We couldn't find a buyer. That sugilite pot glowed and had an engraving on its back." The engraving was a single word, but it meant neither wealth nor good fortune. It was "soul". No one would dare to acquire something like that, much less keep it. Shuddering, Fanny continued, "I had an elder in our village take a look at the thing around your neck. He told me it was made from something deep under the earth. "He claimed that it was cursed and told us to get rid of it quickly. That included getting rid of you too. "Dickson and I abandoned you out of fear. We later sold the pendant to Mr. Rathbone, a jewelry collector in Southdale." Mr. Rathbone, Southdale. Wynter stroked her chin as she considered this information. "What about that landslide that year?" "Dickson and I ran off after we swapped you with the Yates' daughter," Fanny