To be called bothersome by a little girl left Mak’sin utterly crestfallen. The idea that she, a distinguished magic instructor, would be labeled irritating was enough to make anyone laugh themselves silly if it ever got out.

Cecil felt a distinct sense of schadenfreude; he was secretly reveling in the spectacle! Usually, it was his older sister lecturing him, forcing him to remain silent while adhering to the philosophy that a true man knows when to yield. But today, someone had finally voiced his innermost thoughts!

What kind of brother was he?

Mak’sin, clearly encountering a novel situation, was momentarily speechless, frozen in place. Gone was the air of a magic instructor; she looked exactly like a wronged wife nursing a grievance.

Cecil was struggling to contain himself. He desperately wanted to laugh, but having grown up under his sister Ying’s dominance, he dared not let a sound escape. Everyone knew women had phenomenal memories when it came to slights. Who knew when she might decide to settle old scores? Cecil wasn't a fool; he wouldn't be stupid enough to walk right into his sister's line of fire!

Perhaps he felt he was reaching his limit—his mind was practically screaming with suppressed laughter—so he had to say something, anything, to divert the attention.

Diversion was always Cecil’s specialty!

“Sister, it seems you’re not very popular! Good thing you aren't teaching the kindergarten class at the Doblai Arcane Academy.” Cecil tried his best to keep his expression neutral.

However, Cecil had clearly underestimated a woman's intuition!

Seeing Cecil’s gleeful smirk, Mak’sin felt even more deflated. To think her embarrassment had been witnessed by her own brother! How would she ever re-establish her authority now?

“You… don’t underestimate your sister. I have an excellent reputation at school.” Mak’sin offered a defensive retort.

Cecil just offered a silly smile, offering no comment. Little did she know how much effort it took for him to hold back?

“I’m serious!” Seeing Cecil’s apparent disbelief, Mak’sin grew anxious.

“Yes, yes! My sister is the most popular, the most charming, and gives the most captivating lectures at school, alright? Heh heh~” Cecil finally couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

“Believe it or not, I don’t care!” Mak’sin pouted, a rare display, and turned her attention away from Cecil.

Cecil wasn't sure what to say to comfort his sister’s bruised ego, so a deep silence settled over the room.

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before Zhong Shenxiu and Donald returned.

Seeing Donald, Cecil shot across the room first. “Dad, is everything settled?”

“Mm,” Donald nodded softly, volunteering no further information. But who could know the excitement he was currently suppressing?

It was the relic from the 'Z Battle'! The object of his deepest desires was finally his. How could he not be thrilled?

“Robin, hand it over to them. Let’s go!” Zhong Shenxiu approached the door and stated calmly.

As soon as Zhong Shenxiu finished speaking, before Robin could even extend her hand, a figure darted forward.

This person was none other than Brandon, who had been fixated on the exchange all along. He practically lunged towards Robin on instinct. (In terms of excitement over the 'Z Battle' relic, Brandon was second to none!)

I just don't get it. You’re an old man whose legs haven’t been the best lately; where did this sudden burst of energy come from?

Clutching the 'Z Battle' relic, Brandon’s hands trembled; he was visibly ecstatic. He had seen countless antiques, but none matched the research value of this artifact.

The transaction complete, seeing there was nothing more for them to do, Zhong Shenxiu and Robin departed.

Only after Zhong Shenxiu and Robin had truly left did Cecil dare approach Donald. “Dad, did you really transfer the 300,000 Diamond Coins to that kid?”

“Of course. Did you think we just went out for a joyride?” Donald, in a good mood, surprisingly engaged in light banter with Cecil.

Cecil said nothing more, though he thought to himself: Making money is entirely too easy! Earning 300,000 Diamond Coins from selling two items, and the items were practically free to begin with.

“Dad, why would those two kids need so much money? It’s not like they have sick little siblings waiting for a doctor, right?” Mak’sin let her female imagination run wild.

I truly wonder why women sometimes possess such boundless imagination!

Who knew that Donald hadn't even heard her question? He was already engrossed in discussing the hard-won 'Z Battle' relic with Brandon.

Mak’sin sighed internally. She knew her father was completely preoccupied now, and based on years of accumulated wisdom, the best course of action was to avoid disturbing him.

“Sister, I sense you’re more than just curious about those two children, aren't you?” Cecil leaned in close to Mak’sin.

“Aren’t you curious? Why would two mere children possess something so incredibly valuable?” Mak’sin countered.

“Oh, I know about that,” Cecil replied.

“You know?” Mak’sin looked at Cecil, surprised.

“Yeah, I was present when the 'Z Battle' relic was discovered. I saw it unearthed. By rights, shouldn't I get a share? Ah well~” Thinking about it now, Cecil felt slightly aggrieved. Even though he hadn't lifted a finger, wasn't there an old saying about 'splitting half of what you see'? Why couldn’t he get half?

For some inexplicable reason, the moment this thought surfaced, Cecil felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He immediately thought of Robin, that very young girl.

“Little brother, where exactly did you find it?” Mak’sin pressed, intrigued.

“In the Monster Forest. I saw them digging an incredibly deep pit, and the thing came out of that hole,” Cecil explained, though inwardly he was pondering why those two children would choose to dig there specifically. Did they possess some kind of treasure map?

“Little brother! What was the little boy’s name? I keep feeling like he has this mysterious aura about him, a strange sensation, as if he carries endless secrets.” Mak’sin’s unique female sixth sense was fully engaged.

“I don’t know the little boy’s name,” Cecil answered.

Suddenly, he seemed to have a mischievous idea. A wicked grin spread across his face as he whispered to Mak’sin, “Sister, why are you so interested in the child? Don’t tell me you want one yourself?”

She visibly stiffened!

“You—” Mak’sin’s face flushed instantly, followed by a surge of anger that turned into malice. “Little brother, have you been getting too comfortable? Do you need a lesson?”

Saying this, a rapidly spinning ball of water materialized in Mak’sin’s hand.