Chapter 33 Med King

One by one, the rough stones opened. There were no empty ones - each had a piece of Zumurrud gem in it. What was more, every piece of it was of the best quality. Each of them was at least the size of an adult’s fist, valuing at least ten million. Droplets of sweat started to form on the master’s forehead. Although he had had twenty years of experience in this field, he still had to be extra careful in cutting up the stones, fearing that he would damage the gems in them.