Zheng Yang found Leicester Manor on the seashore north of English Port with a mobile phone map, about 11 kilometers away.
Twenty minutes later, Zheng Yang came to the gate of the manor.
The estate is surrounded by walls and tall iron gates. After Zheng Yang called Wilson back, the guard quickly received instructions to let him go.
The motorcycle was left at the door, and a battery car drove out from the side of the door, sending Zheng Yang to the main villa inside.
Really particular, all exhaust gas is prohibited in the manor!
The manor is smaller than Wilson's, probably because of its long history, and not as large as modern new-build manors.
But it is very chic, the layout of plants, flowers and rockery is extremely elegant, the height is matched, and the colors are coordinated. When passing through it, it feels very comfortable and pleasant.
Not long after, Zheng Yang got off the car at the entrance of the main villa, and was led to the living room on the second floor by an old butler in formal attire with meticulously combed hair.
Wilson had already walked to the door of the living room, greeted Zheng Yang, and said to Mrs. Leicester, "Ma'am, this is Zheng Yang!"
Then he said to Zheng Yang: "This dignified and beautiful lady is the Viscountess of Leicester. She used to be the pearl of England, and she is still as beautiful as before!"
Seeing that Zheng Yang was still a teenager, Mrs. Leicester did not ask him to kiss the hand of an ancient Viking nobleman. Instead, she took two steps away from her seat, hugged Zheng Yang, and said with a loving smile: "What a handsome man!" Good boy, your parents must be proud of you!"
Zheng Yang smiled politely and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Leicester!"
Wilson went straight to the point, pointing to the Holy Grail on the stage and said: "Student Zheng Yang, can you take a look at this Holy Grail first? Some people say that it can keep people young..."
Surprised, Zheng Yang looked at the Holy Grail as Wilson pointed.
Regarding the stories about the Holy Grail and the Fountain of Youth, Zheng Yang is still deeply impressed by the previous life "Raiders of the Lost Ark" and "Pirates of the Caribbean". Even now that he has entered the mysterious side and is an extraordinary person, Zheng Yang does not believe that drinking water from the Holy Grail can lead to immortality.
But Zheng Yang did not jump to conclusions, put on the disposable gloves next to him, and carefully picked up the Holy Grail to feel it seriously.
The spirit ship did not give any hints, nor did it feel the strange aura like the cross or the nun's pocket watch, nor did it have the cursed aura on Mrs. Meisan.
"I bought it with 30 million gold shields at a charity auction. It is said that drinking holy water from it can restore youth and make people immortal. Of course, I don't believe this kind of statement. If there is such a miraculous effect , it can’t be sold for 30 million.”
"Perhaps a world-class war can determine its ownership!"
Mrs. Leicester's eyes are very peaceful, and she doesn't care about the authenticity of a collection like some collectors. Maybe she is just doing charity.
But since you don't care, why invite me to come for appraisal
Zheng Yang looked at the expressions of Mrs. Leicester and Wilson successively, and said, "I'm sure it can be an antique, but it definitely has no magical power!"
Wilson spread his hands to Lester, looking helpless: "Madam, let me just say, it can't be real, thirty million is really not worth it! I advised you not to buy it!"
Mrs. Leicester still looked calm, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wilson, the value of this Holy Grail does not lie in the thirty million yuan, but in what the thirty million yuan can do!"
In Zheng Yang's heart, admiration spontaneously arose.
So, it was Wilson's idea to invite Zheng Yang this time.
People like Wilson are real collectors and businessmen, and they value the monetary value of the collection more. So when Mrs. Leicester participated in the auction of the Holy Grail, he persuaded Mrs. Leicester not to be fooled.
Even after the photo of the Holy Grail came back, he actively invited Zheng Yang to help identify it to prove what he said was true.
It's just that Wilson's and Mrs. Lester's values are fundamentally different. What Mrs. Leicester valued was how much effect that 30 million would play in charity activities and how many people she could help after spending 30 million.
Zheng Yang despised Wilson in his heart, and carefully put the Holy Grail back into the box.
Although it is a metal item, it is not so easy to break, but it is a pity to be scratched accidentally.
Putting down the Holy Grail, Zheng Yang instinctively pulled up the lid to close it. It's a knee-jerk reaction that many people have, like that subconscious poke when you finish writing.
Zheng Yang froze when he touched the sandalwood box.
This ancient sandalwood box gave Zheng Yang a feeling of extraordinaryness.
This trace of induction is very weak, not as obvious as the cross. It should have been in a certain sacred environment for a long time, contaminated with a sacred atmosphere, but not enough to make it holy.
For example, it once held the real Holy Grail!
Touched by this thought, Zheng Yang recalled a post he saw last time in the Secret Society using Rich's account, which introduced the origin of the sacred object.
Sacred objects are not born, any holy object is acquired by the transformation of the sacred breath. And the sacred breath is definitely related to faith, and it is transformed from faith.
When the faith of the same source is strong enough, it can stimulate the divine effect of the holy object without damaging it, and even make the holy object be strengthened; using psionic energy can also stimulate the magical effect of the holy object, but it will cause the consumption of the sacred breath. Unless it is replenished with the same source of belief or sacred breath, the effect of the holy object will gradually weaken as the number of activations increases.
So now Zheng Yang is reluctant to activate the cross, and just carries it normally to ward off evil spirits. The cross should be a sacred object of Catholicism or Christianity. Zheng Yang has no pious belief in Jesus. The sacred breath contained in the cross will only be used once or less, and will not be replenished. One day, it will lose its magical effect of suppressing curses...
He thought a lot in the blink of an eye, and Zheng Yang just closed the lid after a pause, as if nothing had happened.
"Mrs. Leicester!" Zheng Yang looked at her and said solemnly, "Although this Holy Grail has no mysterious power, this box is very extraordinary."
Originally, after Zheng Yang asserted that the Holy Grail was just a mortal thing and put the Holy Grail back, Wilson and Mrs. Leicester didn't pay much attention to it. At this moment, after hearing what Zheng Yang said, the two couldn't help but look at the sandalwood box, waiting for Zheng Yang's explanation.
Wilson also put on a monocular magnifying glass and lay down on the table to study it carefully.
Zheng Yang shook his head secretly, this is not something that can be seen with the eyes at all. But he didn't say the answer right away, at least he had to wait for others to read it.
"It's just an old wooden box. I admit it's an antique, but it's definitely not worth thirty million!"
Wilson decisively gave his own appraisal conclusion.
Sure enough, he was still measuring the value of the box in currency!
Zheng Yang looked at Mrs. Leicester. She was indeed a wise woman, she nodded and smiled and said, "Tell me, Wilson is a friend of the Leicester family, so there is no need to shy away from him!"
Zheng Yang couldn't help being a little surprised.
A guy with a bad character like Wilson can actually become a friend of the Leicester family.
Could it be that Mrs. Leicester, blinded by his scholarly status, had no idea of his true nature
If you speak ill of Wilson at this time, Mrs. Leicester will never believe Zheng Yang, he will only offend two people at the same time, so Zheng Yang took a deep look at Wilson and said:
"This wooden box is likely to have stored the real Holy Grail, and the box is stained with some sacred aura. Having it by your side can reduce the chance of being approached by evil spirits!"
"Just the sacred aura on this box is worth more than ten times what you paid for it!"
Sacred objects cannot be measured by currency at all. Zheng Yang gave a value position because the box is not a real sacred object.
Wilson and Mrs. Lester fell silent at the same time, slowly digesting the information in these two sentences.
Zheng Yang continued: "If you are a devout believer, you can pray to it every day and use the power of faith to strengthen the sacred aura in it. Maybe it will truly be transformed into a holy object after many years. Even The holy grail inside will also have mysterious power."
After Zheng Yang said so much, his eyes were fixed on Wilson's reaction.
When Wilson heard the last word, his pupils visibly shrank. Then he saw Zheng Yang's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his heart was inexplicably shuddered, and he felt a great crisis.
Wilson subconsciously argued: "No, I have owned a real sacred object before, and I will not have any unreasonable thoughts about it!"
"Of your few items, only that gourd is considered a holy item, and the others are cursed items that will only bring you disaster!"
"You know? I don't remember telling you what it is!"
"I've heard people say..."