The old man disturbed his thinning white hair. "Then you can see for yourself. The things on the left side of my store are just collected from the countryside, and the things on the right side are some old and good things." After he finished speaking, he continued to lower his head and study the little thing in his hand.
Garen glanced at it. The old man was wearing white gloves and holding a light gold pocket watch. The back cover of the pocket watch was opened, and he seemed to be looking at the structure inside.
Withdrawing his gaze, Garen scanned the entire shop, slowly starting to check from left to right.
On the far left wall hangs a rectangular oil painting, depicting a siege battle under a white castle. A large number of silver-armored warriors flock to the castle holding red flags. Bloody remains and corpses were everywhere.
A dark gold circular metal piece hangs below the painting. It is more than half a meter in diameter, and a smiling human face protrudes from the center.
"What is this?" Garen reached out and touched the material of the metal sheet. It was very hard, and the surface had a fine roughness similar to copper stamped paper.
The old man under the bookshelf looked up. "The totem of the sun god of the Red Fang tribe three hundred years ago is a good thing. The wizards of the tribe will melt the newly obtained gold ornaments and mix them with brass to pour them on. Except for the human face in the center, the other places are The accumulated gold and brass are poured on it. If you are interested, I can sell it to you at a cheap price of 35,000." The old man took off his glasses and wiped them with a soft cloth. "After all, there are not many people who know the goods now. When antiques were at their peak a few decades ago, this item would have sold for at least hundreds of thousands.”
"Totem of the Sun God" Garen's mouth twitched. He didn't need to look to know that it was definitely a fake. Not only did his ability not move, but the main reason was that if this totem could really sell for that much, it would be made of gold. Put it here for sale, such a big one, you can throw it in a jewelry store at will for more than 100,000 yuan, and sell it to him for 30,000 yuan. Now he has no more than 20 yuan in total.
He turned left to look at another taller red table, on which were placed a purple medal, a bottle of transparent wine, and a silver-white cup.
He stretched out his hand to touch the three things, and when he finally touched the purple medal, the potential percentage under Garen's vision jumped suddenly.
"Huh?! There's movement here!" He turned slightly sideways, with his back to the old man, his face slightly tense.
Pick up this fuchsia medal for a closer look.
This is a medal in the shape of a cross. The cross is purple, with a dark golden wheat ear wrapped around the edge. Garen noticed that in the center of the medal, there was a small black circular area, only the size of a fingernail, with a white letter engraved inside: P.
He could feel that there was a very strong and strong icy breath in this medal, which was slightly stronger than the Black Pearl and Finnistine's ring of doom crystal. I just don’t know why, but I can’t draw all the breath power out of the medal. There is only a very thin channel, and the potential is flowing out like squeezing toothpaste.
"In the past, I was able to absorb all the potential by direct contact, but this time I can only absorb a little bit of breath in my hand. At this speed, if I want to absorb all of it, at least it will take days to calculate the time." Gallon's eyes There was a flash of surprise and doubt.
"This thing costs six thousand." The old man with glasses stood on Garen's right side at some point, and spoke suddenly.
"Six thousand." Garen frowned slightly.
The old man was dressed in black, looked at the medal and said in a low voice, "I bought this Bronze Cross from the home of a retired military officer. You have a good eye. Among the goods purchased, this medal is a rare boutique. It came from the once powerful Montia Republic one hundred and fifty years ago. At that time, Montia’s will was a powerful country that the whole world trembled for. There were hundreds of colonies in the world alone. At that time, our Asia Nearly half of the Road Federation is also colonized by Montia. This medal is a product of that time, and it is said to be awarded to commanders with second-level military exploits."
"I'll take a look at it again." Gallon suppressed his desire to buy, he knew that if he could quickly absorb the airflow in the medal, it is estimated that this time he could add more than two attributes at once. Unfortunately, he has no money now
A week's pocket money is only twenty, and there is still a long distance between six thousand yuan.
The old man noticed Garen's longing movement, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. "Besides, an officer wanted to collect this medal last time, but he didn't bring enough money at the time. Maybe he will come to buy it again soon. Kid, if you want it, don't miss this opportunity "
Garen's face twitched. "Let me look at the others first."
"Okay, you can look at it as you like." A chrysanthemum-like smile appeared on the old man's face.
Garen glanced at the old man. "This guy obviously saw that I wanted to buy it, so he deliberately made up a reason to urge me, but he was not afraid of 10,000, just in case. Maybe someone really likes this thing. But don't worry, maybe you can find it elsewhere. Something that absorbs potential."
He calmed down a little, and started to walk around the other tables, walls, and tables in the store. Soon, in less than ten minutes, he touched everything.
To his regret, only the medal has the potential to absorb, and the others are just ordinary objects.
After a while, he returned to the table where the medals were placed and picked up the purple-red copper cross. Checked repeatedly for more than half an hour.
"I don't have enough money with me now, boss, can you save it for me to buy later?" Garen only looked up in the direction of the old man.
The old man went back to the bookshelf and sat down. He was carefully wiping the dust off the antique objects with a white soft cloth. Hearing this, he turned his head with a smile. "Of course, but I can't stay for long. Don't think that what I said just now is to urge you. Someone really wants to buy this thing. It's still three weeks before the reservation time."
"Three weeks." Garen frowned, "Okay, I'll try and see if I can get the money together. What's the least price you can offer?"
"For the sake of you being a student, I'll give you five thousand, absolutely no less." The old man adjusted his glasses.
"I'm not negotiating with you now, we'll talk about it later." Gallon didn't say much. He took a final look at the Bronze Cross and put it back on the table cruelly. Then he walked to the old man's desk. "My name is Garen, may I ask the boss's name?"
"You can call me Old Man Geguo. What do you want to ask? If it's a sensitive question, I won't ask for free~~"
"I would like to ask you, where did you buy that medal?" Garen asked with a frown.
The old man recalled, "I can tell you this, but" he stretched out his hand and spread it with a smile.
Garen watched him spread his skinny paws speechlessly, and took out a ten-yuan note from his trouser pocket and put it on.
"Stingy." The old man muttered and put away the money. "That place is a dilapidated old castle, in the countryside more than 60 miles away from Huaishan City. The owner of the castle was originally a viscount, but later generations were not as good as the next generation. Now there is only one knight title, and there is no way to maintain it many years ago. The maintenance of the castle. After years of selling off, almost all the things inside have been scrapped. If it were not too dilapidated and the location is too bad, the castle itself would have been sold long ago. The specific name of the castle. It seems It's Silver Yarn Castle."
"Silver Yarn Castle. Can you draw me a specific route map?"
The old man spread his hands again with a smile.
"Wipe!" Garen couldn't help cursing, then took out a ten-yuan note from his trouser pocket and put it on. "Please hurry up!"
"No problem!" The old man put away the banknotes, quickly pulled out a piece of light yellow paper from under the table, picked up a white feather pen, dipped it in ink, swiped a few times on it, and drew a simple map, and handed it directly past.
After receiving the map, Garen glanced roughly. "Then I will trouble you. Wait for my news."
Without waiting for the old man to reply, he rolled up the map, turned around and strode out of the antique shop.
After walking a certain distance along the street, he reached out and touched the empty pocket of his trousers, feeling like crying but not crying. "Don't talk about buying medals, I just want to visit this silver yarn castle. The light travel fee will cost fifty or sixty. And now even the pocket money for the next week is covered."
While walking, Garen kept thinking about how to get five thousand yuan. He had a vague feeling that the Bronze Cross seemed to be covered by something, and he couldn't fully touch it, so he couldn't absorb all its potential. If you want to absorb it completely, you have to wear off the cover on the surface, and see what the real hidden potential is inside. It's just that if you don't buy it and polish it yourself, it's completely useless to look at it and touch it.
He glanced at the light red data below his field of vision. The potential item has broken through to 101% in the time just now, and a cool air lingers in my mind, and it can be added to any attribute at any time.
"Don't worry, I have been standing there for so long to absorb that little potential. If I want to absorb a little attribute from the Bronze Cross, I have to stand for at least half a day. Old man Ge Guo, who is such a money buff, will definitely not allow it." Long re-estimated the total potential of the Bronze Cross, and there were at least five points, which made him feel even hotter.
"While collecting money, you can come here every day to experience the absorption potential. If I accumulate more, I don't believe that I can't absorb it all!" He secretly made a decision in his heart.
Walking to the entrance of Pennington Street again, Garen just looked up at the location of his uncle's house.
Just in time, the arched window was open, and a fat middle-aged man was standing there looking down. "It's Garen?" The man's face was ordinary, but his eyebrows were thick and black, giving him a strong and tough look. "I haven't seen you for a long time, come up!"
Garen didn't expect to understand his uncle directly, so he nodded, walked through the stone pillar from below, and walked into the half-open wooden door of the corridor.
Entering from the entrance of the corridor, there is a spacious hall with a black carpet on the floor, and a white stone angel statue in the middle, which is a gesture of flapping its wings.
Garen entered from the stairs on the left, trotted past a few people who were going upstairs, and soon came to the red metal door on the left side of the fifth floor.
Boom boom boom.
He reached out and knocked on the door.
Immediately there was a click, and the door opened, and Uncle Till stood at the door in a white shirt and black trousers. "Come in quickly, the fireplace is still burning."
"Oh." Garen entered the door, put on his slippers, and followed his uncle into the inner room.
The room is covered with pale yellow wallpaper, and various oil paintings are hung on the wall one after another, most of which are either by the uncle himself or by his wife Windsor.
A few minutes later, Garen stood by the window, listening to his uncle chatting with a bearded guest about the recent major events in the city.
While chatting vigorously, Uncle Till suddenly turned his eyes and fell on him.
"Garon, if you want to make a difference in the future, you have to remember one thing. Listening more, watching more, thinking more, talking less and doing more is fundamental." Uncle took off his cigar and lightly flicked it in the ashtray. "You're only in high school now, and you're going to go to college later, and then you're going to work. Whether it's studying or working, it's good for you to remember this in every way."
"Also, I usually play with Lombas and Filia. You are all brothers and sisters of the same age. They are playing some war chess games recently, and they don't do their jobs all day long. You want Advise them well."
My uncle has been in business for a long time, and the relationship between black and white is extremely complicated. On the surface, he is just an ordinary businessman, but in fact he has a strong potential and even has his own license to hold a gun.
Garen lowered his head and kept nodding. He knew that his uncle looked gentle on the surface, but he was actually a very stubborn and paranoid person in his heart. He would not allow others to go against his wishes and arrangements, and he had a strong self-will.
The bearded man also smiled. "Is this your nephew? The living conditions of young people are really good nowadays. How could we have such good living conditions when we were young?"
"Indeed, it's just that the condition is so good that I don't know how to cherish it." The uncle shook his head and laughed helplessly, and chatted with the bearded Hu again about some business matters.
Garen stood aside, listening to the two adults chatting and discussing, while he was thinking about how to get the five thousand yuan. Usually, every time Uncle Till saw him, he would give him more or less pocket money, ranging from a few hundred to eighty or ninety, but five thousand was still too far away.
He also didn't intend to start with his uncle, after all, this was only the first time, and in the future, it is conceivable that there may be a second and a third time, one time may be okay, and even if uncle likes him many times, he will not accommodate him. .
"So you still have to figure out your own way." Garen thought of the Martial Arts Hall, "If the Baiyun Martial Arts Hall is successfully selected, they will give a little bonus every month as a reward, usually 2,000 yuan, which is a lot of money. In addition. There are a lot of school scholarships, a total of 100,000, but it is impossible for me to get it at the current level, and the end of the semester is two months away. Unless there is an attribute point bonus. Except for Chinese studies and history, the minimum intelligence required for other subjects, None of them have been achieved. Only when they are achieved, can they memorize them all at once and understand them smoothly. If the intelligence is not achieved, they can only learn step by step.”
Suddenly, a message flashed through Garen's mind. "There are also bow competitions and sword competitions! Ying'er wants to participate in one of these two competitions. If she wins, the third place will have a bonus of 10,000 yuan. How about Garen's bow and sword skills?"
Just as this doubt flashed across his mind, he immediately saw the symbols showing subject items in the lower part of his field of vision slowly changing to three attributes of swordsmanship, archery, and basic fighting.
Swordsmanship: Elementary. Archery: Elementary. Basic Fighting: Elementary.
"I don't know if we can add attributes to these skills." Garen suddenly had an idea.
He tried to focus on the first sword technique, and the airflow in his mind suddenly jumped up, wanting to spurt out directly.
"It's actually possible!!" He quickly stopped the airflow, turned his attention away, and suppressed the ecstasy in his heart.
(end of this chapter)