Deep Sea Embers Chapter 88: There is 1 genuine item

The old gentleman walked into this antique shop and looked at the surrounding furnishings curiously. The old window, cheap iron shelves and almost random "antiques" almost perfectly reflect the positioning of this shop :

There is nothing in the store that is not fake except that the money it receives is real.

But even so, this old gentleman dressed like an ordinary citizen in the lower city was still looking at the shop with interest, until Duncan's voice came from the direction of the counter, and he finally turned his eyes .

"It's an interesting statement," the old gentleman laughed. "Take away the predestined thing... Leaving things aside, this is a beautiful sentence in itself."

"Actually, fate alone is not enough, you have to be rich," Duncan also smiled back. "Fortunately, everything here is not expensive-do you want anything?"

"Uh... I'm not here to buy something," the old man opened his mouth, "Actually..."

As a result, before he finished speaking, Duncan said enthusiastically: "It's good to buy it or not to have a look, maybe it will catch the eye?"

The old gentleman couldn't help showing a hint of helplessness on his face: "You... everything is fake."

"That's right," Duncan said with a matter-of-fact look on his face. "Can the real stuff be put here—I don't even have an anti-theft door in this store, and it's just that the thieves can't get their money back."

The old man's face twitched obviously. He probably didn't expect the manager of the antique shop selling fake goods in front of him to have such a calm attitude.

"Those who are good at persuading themselves, take me as an antique store, and try to be self-satisfied, and for realism, take me as a grocery store, with good quality and low price, but also recognize the reality and want to deceive As for my own, I congratulate him for discovering gold bricks in the trash heap. He also came across one genuine product in the entire store. It is very fateful - anyway, the main reason for spending thirty to fifty is to be happy. No matter how big you are with me, you can’t exceed 100, and you can still get the crystallization of modern industry, think about it, is it a good deal?”

The old gentleman listened to Duncan's absurdity and heresy for a while, probably because he had no social experience in this area, so he couldn't react a little, and then his eyes suddenly fell on the person beside the counter. In a corner, the expression on his face changed slightly.

Duncan was seriously immersed in the pleasure of doing business. At this time, he noticed the change in the old gentleman's eyes and suddenly thought of something, but before he had time to speak, he saw the old gentleman facing the The corner reached out his hand: "This thing..."

Among the piles of debris, he found a dagger of ancient style but extremely well preserved.

He took the dagger out.

That's exactly what Duncan had hidden in the junk pile earlier, an old item from the Lost Country—one of only two genuine items in the entire antique store.

The other is a cast iron cannonball placed deeper in the junk pile.

Duncan tried to divert the old man's attention at first, but then he noticed the change in the other party's expression and the professional demeanor when examining the lines of the dagger scabbard, and immediately realized one thing:

This old gentleman may be a "professional".

Duncan frowned and glanced at the dagger.

Actually, it's not a big deal - this thing is not a supernatural item, nor does it carry curses, pollution and other "sea specialties". Antiquities" makes no difference.

For a mediocre item, if he reacted too much, it would be wrong.

"This thing..." The old man repeated again, he raised his head and looked at Duncan with some surprise, "It's also a 'commodity' in the store?"

The gentleman's words are very euphemistic, but his meaning is obvious: How can you mix the real thing in your pile of fakes? What is wrong with work?

Duncan guessed that this was someone who knew what to do when he saw the other party's reaction. At this time, it would not be right to pretend to be stupid. Instead, he should admit it just right, so he restrained his smile and turned to a hint of profoundness. Unpredictable: "Look, isn't this a chance encounter?"

Immediately after, he cleared his throat and looked serious: "Most items in the store are discounted, except for a few, such as this one in your hand."

The old gentleman immediately looked back at the shelves, and glanced at the "modern handicrafts" that were priced at hundreds of thousands and discounted by dozens. Ren's antique shop became mysterious and interesting. He carefully placed the dagger on the counter, as if he was about to ask for the price, but at this moment, the sound of a bell ringing suddenly sounded from the door, interrupting his movement.

Duncan looked up at the door of the store and saw Nina.

"Uncle Duncan, I'm back!" Nina shouted towards the counter without raising her head as soon as she entered the door, "Is Mr. Morris here?"

"I didn't see it," Duncan glanced inside the store, "I was serving..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the old gentleman in front of him coughing twice, then raised his finger and pointed at himself: "My name is Morris."

Duncan: "...?"

"Mr. Morris!" Nina also saw the old gentleman in front of the counter at this time, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, and then she became visibly nervous like every student who bumped into the teacher after school, snapped Sub-station straight, "Good afternoon!"

Duncan looked at Nina and then at the old man in front of him, his eyes turned back and forth twice, feeling that the atmosphere finally became awkward.

"I wanted to introduce myself from the beginning," the old man spread his hands helplessly. "You interrupted me before I opened my mouth, and then you started to introduce me to the things in the store..."

Nina also realized what happened at this time, and immediately noticed the gray-looking dagger on the counter, and quickly stepped forward two steps: "Teacher, don't buy it! In my store Everything is fake!"

Duncan gave the girl a strange look, thinking how could this kid be so honest and sell his family details in front of the teacher in less than a second - although the level of the goods in this store is comparable to that of Morris From the perspective of this historical expert, it makes no difference whether she sells it or not...

On the other side, Mr. Morris shook his head after hearing Nina's words, and raised his finger to the dagger on the counter: "This is true."

Nina was stunned: "...Ah?"

"This dagger should have come from a century ago. It was one of the favorite tool daggers of the sailors in the central city-states such as Prand and Rensa at that time. Very few survive today, and most are in dire condition..."

Morris said, carefully picked up the dagger on the counter, pulled the blade out a bit and continued with a tone of amazement: "I... I have never seen such a good condition of preservation, It seems to be in normal use not long ago, the blade is so sharp that it can slide off the paper~IndoMTL.com~ There is no flaw on the whole body..."

"It also has an original scabbard," Duncan added next to it. "If you look closely, you'll see that even the buckle on the back of the scabbard is original."

When Maurice heard this, he quickly checked the scabbard and accessories of the dagger, and the surprise in his eyes was even greater: "This... I really didn't pay attention to it just now... My God! From the pocket of a sailor a century ago! If I hadn't had enough confidence in my own vision, I would even suspect this was an amazing imitation... but it even has the pattern on the hilt and the end of the hilt. One particular flaw is..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly became puzzled, looked up at Duncan, and then looked at Nina next to him. The historian was not confident: "It's really not an imitation?"

Nina quickly waved her hand: "Uncle can't imitate something so real..."

Duncan's eyes jumped and he looked at his niece: "Go upstairs and do your homework!"

Nina was stunned for a moment: "I have no homework today..."

"Then go read a book!"

Nina stuck out her tongue and walked towards the stairs with small steps, but after two steps she looked back at her history teacher: "Mr. Morris, don't forget that you are here to visit. ..."

"Of course, I have a lot to talk about with Mr. Duncan," Morris said with a smile on his face, the old gentleman looking radiant, "you go upstairs and read - don't worry, I won't tell myself behind my back. student-like."

Nina looked suspiciously at Uncle Duncan and her teacher—she didn't seem to expect this "home visit" to start in this way.

But the next moment, she suddenly showed a smile for some reason.

The girl briskly ran up the stairs.