Chapter 3

Just as I prepared to leave, a flash of green caught my eye, tucked beneath a flower pot in the courtyard corner.

I bent down and picked it up: a carved Celtic luck amulet, polished to a smooth, lustrous sheen. Its intricate craftsmanship seemed to hum with faint, ancient power.

The system's warning pinged at once, sharp and ominous.

"This is a sacred Celtic fortune talisman, long said to attract good luck, abundant wealth, and lasting financial prosperity. Keep it on your person, and your investments and financial fortune will skyrocket.

"However, Lucas Carter's associates will soon swap this genuine…