Chapter200-Money and Friends

"Investor?"

Alan shot Holmes a puzzled look. Clearly, he didn't quite understand what the man was getting at.

Holmes tucked away his smoking pipe, and the playfulness faded from his expression. His demeanor shifted—serious, composed, and oddly dignified.

"Alan," Holmes began, his tone calm but resolute, "I know exactly why you came to the Jacob Ruins. It's for your sister—Isabella. You came here to rescue her. If that's the case, I have a proposal for you."

Without warning, Holmes tore off his flowing red silk robe and tossed it aside, revealing a set of intricately forged, crimson armor underneath. The armor was not just ornate—it radiated strength, its plates shimmering like blood-forged steel, refined and battle-hardened.

"I'll personally see to it that you and your companions make it out of this place alive," Holmes continued. "But on one condition—you agree to fulfill three requests from me."