The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand three hundred and ninety-seven [I and Anonymous made in heaven] o(〃’?’〃)o

When the art dealer heard this, he raised his chin proudly: "Hmph, I said earlier that treasure hunting requires multiple preparations—look!"

He reached into his huge travel bag, fumbled, and pulled out a brand new roll of soft rope ladder.

"Wow——!"

The eyes of a few physically disabled people lit up.

But then fell silent again: "This kind of soft rope ladder, if you can't hang it up, it's actually useless."

The art dealer is very shameless

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