The old man ruffled his sparse white hair. "Then you can see for yourself. The things on the left in my shop are all recently collected from the countryside, and the ones on the right are some good old objects." After he finished speaking, he continued to lower his head to study.
That little thing in your 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 store, slowly starting from left to right.
On the far left wall hangs a rectangular oil painting, which depicts a siege battle under a white castle. A large number of silver-armored warriors holding red flags rushed to the castle, trebuchets continued to throw boulders, and kerosene dripped on the city wall. Blood and water remained.
Limbs and corpses were everywhere.
A dark gold circular metal piece hangs below the oil painting. It is more than half a meter in diameter, with a smiling face protruding from the center.
"What is this?" Gallon reached out and touched the material of the metal sheet. It was very hard, and the surface had a rough texture similar to copper stamping paper.
The old man under the bookshelf on one side raised his head and glanced. "The sun god totem of the red tribe three hundred years ago was a good thing. The wizard of the tribe would melt the newly obtained gold ornaments and mix them with brass every time.
Except for the human face in the center, the rest of the place is covered with accumulated gold and brass. If you are interested, I can sell it to you at a cheap price of thirty-five thousand." The old man took off his glasses and wiped them with a soft cloth, "After all,
There aren’t many people who know how to recognize antiques now. If it were decades ago when antiques were at their peak, this thing would have sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars at least.”
"Sun God Totem..." The corner of Garen's mouth twitched. He knew without looking that this was definitely a fake. Not only was his power silent, but the main reason was that if this totem could really be sold for such a high price, it would still be made of gold.
, there is no way it would be sold here. It is so big that if you throw it into a jewelry store, you can exchange it for more than 100,000 yuan, and sell it to him for 30,000 yuan... He currently has no more than 20 yuan in total.
He turned left and looked 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 and touched three items respectively. When he finally touched the purple-red medal, the potential percentage below Garen's field of vision suddenly jumped.
"Huh?! There's something going on here!" He turned slightly sideways, with his back to the old man, and his face became slightly nervous.
Pick up this purple-red medal and look at it carefully.
This is a medal in the shape of a cross. The cross is purple-red, with a dark golden ear of wheat wrapped around the edge. Gallon noticed that in the center of the medal, there was a small black circular area, only the size of a fingernail, with an inscription engraved inside.
With a white letter: P.
He could feel that there was a very strong cold aura in this medal, which was many times stronger than the Black Pearl and Finestine's Ring of Doom Crystal. But for some reason, he couldn't get rid of this cold aura.
All the breath power is drawn out from the medal. There is only a very thin channel, and the potential flows out like toothpaste bit by bit.
"In the past, I could absorb all the potential by direct contact. This time, I can only absorb a little bit of the breath when I hold it in my hand... At this rate, if I want to absorb it all, it will take at least days."
A trace of surprise and confusion flashed in Garen's eyes.
"This thing costs 6,000." The old man with glasses stood on the right side of Garen at some point and suddenly spoke.
"Six thousand..." Garen frowned slightly.
The old man was dressed in black. He looked at the medal and whispered: "I purchased this Bronze Cross Medal from the home of a retired military officer. You have good taste. Among the purchased items, this medal is a rare masterpiece.
It comes from the once powerful Republic of Montia 150 years ago. At that time, Montia's will was a powerful country that the whole world trembled for. There were hundreds of colonies around the world alone. At that time, our Asia
Nearly half of the Federation was colonized by Montilla. This medal is from that time, and it is said to be awarded to commanders with second-level military merit."
"Let me take a look... Don't rush it yet." Garen suppressed his desire to buy. He knew that if he could quickly absorb the airflow inside the medal, he would probably be able to add more than two attributes at a time this time. Only
It's a pity that he has no money now...
The pocket money for a week is only 20 yuan, which is still a long way from 6,000 yuan.
The old man noticed Gallon's lingering movements, and a glint flashed in his eyes. "Furthermore, an officer wanted to collect this medal last time, but he didn't bring enough money at that time. Maybe he will collect it again soon."
I will come over and buy it. Children, if you want it, don’t miss this opportunity..."
Garen's face twitched. "Let me look at the other things first."
"Okay, you can watch 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, and deliberately made up a reason to urge me. He was just afraid of 10,000, just in case. Maybe someone else really likes this thing. But no.
Hurry, maybe you can find something that can absorb potential elsewhere."
He calmed down a little and started walking around the other tables and walls in the store. Very quickly, within ten minutes, he touched everything.
What made him regretful was that only that medal had the potential to be absorbed, and the others were just ordinary objects.
After a while, he returned to the table where the medals were placed and picked up the purple-red Bronze Cross. He looked at it repeatedly for more than half an hour.
"I don't have enough money with me right now. Boss, can you keep it for me to buy later?" Garen then raised his head and looked in the direction of the old man.
The old man returned to the bookshelf and sat down. He was carefully wiping the dust on the antique objects with a white soft cloth. When he heard this, he turned around with a smile. "Of course, but I can't stay long. Don't think that I just
I said it to urge you, there are really people who want to buy this thing. There are still three weeks left before the reservation time."
"Three weeks..." Garen frowned, "Okay, I'll try to see if I can get the money. What's the minimum price you can give?"
"Since you are a student, I will give you five thousand, absolutely no less." The old man adjusted his glasses.
"I won't discuss the price with you now. We'll talk about it later." Gallon didn't say much, and finally looked at the Bronze Cross and put it back on the table. Then he walked to the old man's desk. "My name is Gallon. Can I ask the boss?
Name?"
"Just call me Old Man Geguo. What do you want to ask? If it's a sensitive question, I won't give it to you for free~~"
"I would like to ask you, where did you buy that medal?" Garen asked with a frown.
The old man recalled for a moment, "I can tell you this, but..." He smiled and stretched out his hands.
Garen watched speechlessly as he spread out his skinny paws, took out a ten-yuan note from his trouser pocket and put it on it.
"Stingy..." the old man muttered and put away the money. "That place is a dilapidated old castle, in the countryside more than sixty miles away from Huaishan City. The owner of the castle was originally a viscount, but later generations became worse and worse.
Now there is only a knighthood, and it was impossible to maintain the castle many years ago. After years of selling off, almost all the things inside have been wiped out. If it were not too dilapidated and the location was too bad, it is estimated that the castle itself
They have all been sold long ago. The specific name of the castle... seems to be Yinsha Castle."
"Yinsha Castle. Can you draw me a specific route map?"
The old man smiled and spread his hands again.
"Dirty!" Garen couldn't help but cursed, and 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 and dipped it in ink, swished it a few times, drew a simple map, and then handed it over directly
past.
Garen took the map and glanced at it roughly. "Sorry to trouble you. Just 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 store.
After walking a short distance along the street, he reached out and touched his empty trouser pocket, feeling like he was about to cry. "Not to mention buying medals, I just want to visit this silver gauze castle. The toll costs 56
Ten...and now all of next week’s pocket money is included.”
As he walked, Garen kept thinking about how he could get five thousand yuan. He had a vague feeling that the Bronze Cross seemed to be covered by something, unable to fully access it, so that it could not absorb all its potential.
.If you want to fully absorb it, you must polish off the covering layer on the surface and see what the real potential is inside. Just looking and touching it is completely useless if you don’t buy it and polish it yourself.
I glanced at the light red data at the bottom of my field of vision. The potential item had exceeded 101% just now. A cool air flow lingered in my mind, and it could be added to any attribute at any time.
"Don't worry, I have stood there for so long to absorb so much potential. If I want to absorb some attributes from the Bronze Cross Medal, I have to stand for at least half a day. Old man Geguo, who is such a money fan, will definitely not allow it."
Long re-estimated the total potential of the Bronze Cross, and it turned out to be at least five points, which made him feel even more excited.
"While collecting money, I can come here every day to experience and absorb the potential. If I accumulate a little, I don't believe I can absorb it all!" He made a decision in his mind.
Walking to the entrance of Burnington Street again, Gallon just looked up at the location of his uncle's house.
Just then, the arched window there was open, and a fat middle-aged man was standing in the window looking down. "Is it Galen?" The man's face was very ordinary, but his eyebrows were thick and black, giving him a strong and tough look.
Feeling. "It just so happens that I haven't seen you for a long time, come up quickly!"
Garen did not expect to directly understand his uncle, so he could only nod his head, pass through the stone pillars from below, and walk 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, fluttering about to fly.
Garen entered from the left stairwell, trotted past several people who were going upstairs, and quickly arrived in front of 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. Uncle Tyr was standing at the door wearing 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 room inside.
The room is covered with light yellow wallpaper, and various oil paintings are hung one after another on the wall. Most of them are either my uncle's or his wife Windsor's.
A few minutes later, Garen stood by the window, listening to his uncle and a bearded guest chatting about recent events in the city.
While they were chatting animatedly, Uncle Tier suddenly turned his eyes and fell on him.
"Gallon, if you want to make a difference in the future, you must remember one thing. Listen more, see more, think more, talk less and do more. This is fundamental." The uncle took off his cigar and flicked it in the ashtray.
"You are in high school now, and you will go to college in the future, and then you will work. Whether you are studying or working, remembering this will be good for you in every aspect."
"Also, I usually play with Longbas and Filia. You are all brothers and sisters of the same generation. You are all of the same age. What kind of war and chess games are they playing recently? They are not doing their jobs all day long. What do you want?
Please 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 is potentially very powerful, and he even has his own gun license.
Garen lowered his head and nodded in response, but he knew that his uncle looked gentle on the surface, but in fact he was a very stubborn and paranoid person, who did not allow others to go against his will and arrangements, and had a strong will.
The bearded man also smiled. "This is your nephew? The conditions of young people nowadays are really good. I don't think we had such good living conditions when we were young."
"Indeed, it's just that the conditions are so good that I don't know how to cherish them." The uncle shook his head and smiled helplessly, and once again chatted with Luo Xihu about some business matters.
Garen stood aside, listening to the two adults chatting and discussing, and thinking about how to get the five thousand yuan. Usually, every time his uncle Tier saw him, he would give him more or less of the pocket money.
It can range from a few hundred to eighty or ninety, but five thousand is still too far away.
He doesn't plan to start with his uncle. After all, this is only the first time. It is conceivable that there may be a second and third time in the future. Once may be enough, but even if his uncle likes him again, he will not accommodate him.
.
"So you still have to find a way on your own..." Garen thought of the martial arts school, "If Baiyun Martial Arts School is successfully selected, it will give a small bonus every month as a reward, usually two thousand yuan, which is a lump sum of money.
In addition...the school has a lot of scholarships, a full 100,000 yuan, but it's impossible for me to get it with my current level, and the semester ends in two months. Unless there are attribute point bonuses. Except for Chinese studies and history, other subjects
The minimum required intelligence has not been reached. Only when it is reached, can it be memorized all at once and understood smoothly. If the intelligence is not reached, you can only learn step by step and slowly."
Suddenly a piece of news flashed in Garen's mind. "There are also archery competitions and swordsmanship competitions! Ying'er has to participate in one of these two events. If she wins, the third place will receive a bonus of 10,000. Garen's archery competition
How about swordsmanship?"
Just as this doubt flashed through his mind, he immediately saw at the bottom of his field of vision that the symbols showing the subject items slowly changed and were replaced by the three attributes of swordsmanship, archery, and basic fighting.