The Whispering Verses Chapter 56: Special treatment

Even though Shade won a clean victory, Mr. Lavender was still very excited. But unfortunately, his number had already been called, and he could only stand up and leave with regret, but he put away Shade's business card solemnly.

After the card game ended, there was no organizer and no one wanted to play cards anymore. Shade sat there, confusedly invited to join the discussion of royal anecdotes, and was forced to tell Morgus who didn't understand anything. Prince Cavendish expressed his views on the conflict between Prince Cavendish and the Marquis of Callard, commander of the Army's 3rd Steam Equipment Division.

Fortunately, his number was finally called. Seeing that he had an excuse to leave, he hurriedly stood up and handed out his business cards to the people around him. This was a good opportunity to attract business for himself. Play Rhodes The cards are all played by rich people.

Pushing open the side door of the room and walking in, of course not forgetting to close the door. The last Rhodes collector who entered here had already left through the main entrance of the room. At this time, there was only an old man behind the desk. He yawned and asked Shade to sit down.

The room is not big, it can even be said to be a bit small. Only some picture frames on the walls were considered decorations, and the Rhodes appraiser's table occupied almost a quarter of the room.

While sitting down, Shade also noticed that in addition to a few gas lamps and various lenses, there was also an obvious black metal box on the table, which was filled with torn Rhodes cards. On the top is the "Flower 1" card from the Delarian Heroes series that Mr. Lavender showed off to everyone. It has no special effects, but the card surface is very beautiful, but unfortunately it is also fake.

"Do you know that the counterfeit Rhodes cards will be torn up?"

The old man wearing glasses asked. After seeing Shade nodding, he indicated that he could show the cards to be identified.

Open the diary carefully, take out "Sun 3" [Founder and Silver Moon] and place it on the soft cushion on the table. The old man wearing gloves reached out and took it, frowned after taking a look:

"Silver Moon of the Founding Series?"

He looked up at Shade, as if looking at a mental patient, obviously not believing that anyone would come to identify this.

But he still dutifully pulled the gas lamp close to his lotus mouth, adjusted the light to the strongest, picked up the magnifying glass and examined the details of the card under the lamp.

Xia De sat there waiting for the "lottery ticket he picked up" and suddenly felt less nervous. But the person sitting on the other side of the table became nervous over time. It was almost dozens of minutes later that he raised his head and looked at Shade seriously. His forehead covered by his hair was already sweating:

"Silver Moon of the Founding Series?"

The question was exactly the same as when Shade sat down, but the tone was completely different.

Xia De, who probably understood the result, just shook his head:

"Probably so."

He said very reservedly, even though he thought he could control his emotions, he still couldn't hold back his joy at this moment.

"Oh, sir, please wait a minute, please wait a minute. I can't identify this card. I'll go get someone else."

The old appraiser returned the cards to Shade tremblingly, took off his glasses, picked up a towel from the shelf and wiped his face, then walked around the table and ran to the door:

"Sir, don't run away, I'll be right back! Give me three minutes."

My voice started to tremble when I spoke.

"Why did I run?"

Xia De thought to himself, watching the door close.

Looked down at the [Original Silver Moon] "Sun 3" card again, and looked at the lady on the card holding the silver moon sideways:

"Speaking of which, Yinyue and I really have an inexplicable fate."

The old appraiser hurried back in less than three minutes or even one minute. He held the door frame, looking like he was about to suffocate:

"Great sir, you're still here."

"Why am I not here?"

Xia De thought to himself, picked up the cards and stood up. Only then did I hear the sound of running again in the corridor behind the old appraiser, and soon I saw a tall, thin, middle-aged man wearing black leather shoes running over. He was wearing a black formal suit and a brooch with the Ouroboros logo:

"Cyndia Mark, vice president of the Tobesk branch of the Prophets Association."

While panting, the middle-aged man passed the old appraiser and came over to shake hands with Shade.

"You'd better take a breath before speaking. I won't run away."

Xia De said, then asked in a low voice:

"So, is my card real?"

Mr. Mark invited Shade to the third floor of the association for talks. This time it was a very formal reception room, and there were even servants hired by the association to prepare tea for the guests.

Shade sat down on the sofa in the reception room and saw that after Mr. Mark also sat down, two more appraisers who were probably older than Priest August walked over in a hurry:

"We need to do further appraisal on this Silver Moon from the founding series, but it is here, in front of your eyes. Sir, can you wait a little longer?"

Vice President Cyndia Mark wiped his sweat as he spoke, and Shade keenly noticed that the collar of his shirt inside his formal suit was soaked with sweat.

"Of course no problem, but the cost of the appraisal..."

Xia De hesitated deliberately.

"Of course it's still five pence, you don't have to spend more."

Mr. Mark said, taking the business card from Shade, he was as surprised as Mr. Lavender just now at the address of "No. 6 Saint Teresa Square".

Ask again:

"Mr. Hamilton, would you like any refreshments?"

"I don't think it's necessary for now."

Xia De waved his hand, although the Prophet's Association is a very formal world-wide organization, and there will be no murder to seize cards. But as a foreigner who is helpless and has little influence or strength, it is better to be cautious when going out.

He looked at the three old appraisers who had been hurriedly summoned. The three of them had already laid out densely packed tools and lenses on the long table on the other side of the reception room, and opened all kinds of glasses sent by the servants. Strangely shaped lamps. The grand floor-to-ceiling window curtains in the reception room were tightly closed, shutting out the silhouette of Yodel Palace in the morning mist:

"About this Creation Silver Moon...if it is real, I think the association will not publicize it everywhere."

Shad didn’t look at Mr. Mark, but said unconsciously.

"Of course, the association is absolutely impartial when it comes to Rhodes cards and will never harm the interests of any collector. This is our purpose."

Mr. Cyndia Mark assured that Shad, who owns this card by default, is a collector.

He looked at Shade from the corner of his eyes. He was well-dressed but did not look like a rich man. He just had a unique temperament. After hesitating for a moment, Vice President Mark asked:

"Can you please tell us the origin of this card? It doesn't mean anything else. It's just that the last time the association saw it was the 'Big City Players' Rhodes Competition about 127 years ago. That year Steve Baron William Byron entered the finals with this card, and it can be said that he stole the show. The association wanted to record the whereabouts of this card over the past hundred years, and I never expected that I would be lucky enough to see it. ”