The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1155

There was also a partition in the wooden box. Now that it was the 21st century, Wynter knew it was impractical to carry a skeleton around without attracting suspicion.

Atwater's way of doing things sometimes really resembled those cultivators from Mt. Dragon.

As soon as Wynter's fingers touched the dagger, she immediately felt a surge of heat from her blood. It was as if the weapon was meant to be in her hand. The tassel on the curved dagger was exquisitely made.

She had recalled some memories from her past life the last time she entered the formation and got the Soul Commanding Badge. Wasn't she a cultivator in her previous life? Since when did cultivators use daggers?

Wynter had seen cultivators use swords. At least, that was what they showed on TV, something related to flying sword techniques. She wondered if using a dagger meant she belonged to a small sect.

Wynter ran her fingers along the dagger's hilt. She liked it at first glance. By the second glance, she was already quite attached to it.

Atwater wouldn't have left her a dagger without a reason. Given her experiences in formations, the dagger must have a connection to her.

"Do you like it?" Dalton's voice came from beside her. His voice was unhurried and slightly deep.

Wynter smiled. "It feels nice, but it's inconvenient to carry around. It'll get confiscated, whether on a high-speed train or a plane."

Upon hearing this, Dalton lowered the side of his face that rested on his hand, as if he was smiling. Wynter didn't understand what was funny about her concern.

Dalton grasped Wynter's hand. His eyes were like pools of dark ink, arced into a hint of a smile. "It lacks a scabbard."

Wynter agreed. "Indeed. A proper scabbard for such a unique dagger is hard to find."

"I have one. I got it when I was in Oakdol." Dalton pretended to measure the dagger and got very close to Wynter. "It's a perfect fit."

Wynter raised an eyebrow. This was too coincidental.

Dalton looked into Wynter's eyes and laughed softly, with a slight cough. "Don't overthink it. It really is a coincidence. I bought it because I liked the patterns on the scabbard."