Two consecutive cuts on stones with excellent exterior indicators, and both had turned up absolutely nothing. The only explanation was luck so abysmal it bordered on cursed.
"This guy really is spectacularly unlucky. Let me take a closer look at what he cut open." Quinn Thorne kept his expression neutral as he channeled ethereal energy into his eyes, directing his enhanced gaze downward toward the discarded pieces on the ground and the remnants still resting on the heavy-duty stone-cutter.
His focus locked almost immediately onto the completely unexposed geode that had been sliced into three pieces on the ground.
Earlier, Arthur Kingsley had split that stone down the middle, then cut the larger half in two again. As for the smaller half, he had abandoned it entirely without making anoth
