To pay off my crushing debt, I'm forced to team up with a sharp-tongued detective to hunt for treasure.
She insists that the bronze box inherited from my ancestors holds clues to a secret treasure from a former dynasty. I just think of it as Grandma's pickle jar.
On the road, she deduces everything like a genius while I keep up a steady stream of snark, and even lead the villains chasing us straight into a recycling center.
Then she smashes the jar, revealing an inscription inside: “Whoever obtains the treasure shall rule the realm. Whoever loses it...”
We look up at the same time. Her gaze burns as she asks, “Was your ancestor the missing last crown prince?”
