Chapter 137
Guidance of the Carbuncle
The exterior of the Berneze guest house had all the extravagance of a royal palace, and the interior was no different.
There were oil paintings by the genius halfling painter, Proton, statues of goddesses that were said to have been turned into stone by a devil, and even the vases containing flowers were said to be made by famous potters.
The porcelain pot that Jeanne was looking at now was worth the same as a mansion.
And so I picked her up and pulled here away. The last thing I needed was for her to start breaking things.
Jeanne wasn’t that interested in vases to begin with, and she did not protest.
“One’s hunger cannot be satiated by looking at art.”
“Perhaps. However, it does richen the heart.”
“My chest is quite ample already.”