"F*cking hell!"

Half an hour passed quickly enough, and Herod grew impatient, seeing that Darryl had still yet to lead them to the room the treasure was in.

Herod yelled, "Do you actually know where the treasure is, man? Are you trying to trick me?"

Uhh…

Darryl scratched his head, putting on an expression of great fear.

"No, of course not. It's dark now, and the Stanford household is huge. I've barely been here for three days, so I don't really know what the place looks like properly.

"Don't worry! Old Master Stanford showed me the treasure the other day, and I know which room he's hidden it in. I'm sure I'll be able to find it."

Herod's expression cooled slightly upon hearing Darryl's explanation. However, he still barked impatiently, "Well, hurry up! Don't waste my time."

"Yes, yes!"

Darryl scrambled to answer, bringing them around the house once again.

Quickly enough, they reached the Stanford altar. Darryl stopped in his tracks and said, "This is it."

As he spoke, Darryl