"What's so strange about that? We've been preparing for so long. If it still doesn't go smoothly, we might as well not do anything else. Maybe we can have a few happy days before we die."
"Okay, don't be so negative." Jon gestured for Cecatrice to push the sprite out of the door. He then took out a relatively precious item from his ring.
"This is the Golden Cup? It looks mediocre. "
"It looks ordinary, but it's very powerful. Stay away, don't get controlled by Voldemort."
"Who are you looking down on? Brother, you've become more and more naggy since you lost five years of your life. "
"Since you're calling me brother, I'll accept it. Sister, I'll protect you."
"Get lost."
Cecatly glanced at the items around her and discovered some incredible treasures.
"This thing doesn't look like something from the West."
Cecatrice waved her hand and the scroll flew over from the corner.
"A landscape painting?"
Jon was sealing the golden cup in a tin box, and then putting all the precious things in his ring into the box on the table that was enchanted with the Traceless Expansion Spell. Hearing Cecatly's voice, he leaned over.
"It's not bad, but there's no signature."
In fact, Jon didn't know much about appreciation, but since Cecatrice said it was good, he naturally agreed.
"No signature … It's probably not a valuable painting. Look at the state of preservation. Paintings that can be preserved so well are usually paintings from the last few hundred years."
"No, it's not from the last few hundred years. It's been preserved for at least a thousand years. Look at this, it's a cloud scroll. It's very precious. It's rare after the Tang Dynasty."
"A painting from the Tang Dynasty?"
Chown's interest was immediately piqued. "It seems that you're an expert in appreciation. Can you see anything else?"
Actually, Cecatly didn't know much about these rare treasures, antiques, calligraphy, and paintings. However, in the circle of Western nobles, these ancient Eastern relics were very precious, so they had to know a little about how to identify them.
"I can't tell who made the painting, but I can see something else. Look at this."
Jon looked in the direction Cecatrice was pointing at and saw a string of sentences.
Cecatly switched to Chinese and said, "This is not a sentence, but a poem. There was no punctuation in that era, but there was still a standard and theme when it was written.
When he was ten years old, he was able to compose a poem and walk on horseback. The cold ashes of the dying candles stirred the parting of love. The Tung Flowers stretched for thousands of miles on the Dan Mountain Road. The young Phoenix was clearer than the old Phoenix's voice. The wind on the sword stump was bitter. When the ice and snow parted, spring arrived.
This is Li Shangyin's poem. You know Li Shangyin, right? When he was alive, there were no Hogwarts. "
Jon felt ashamed.
He didn't know. He wasn't good at history. Although he knew who Li Shangyin was, he didn't know when Li Shangyin was active.
As a Huaxia soul, it was a shame that he didn't know as much as a mixed-blood like Saintley.
"Do you like this thing very much? Why don't I give it to you? After all, I haven't given you anything proper for such a long time. "
Jon said sincerely. He knew Saintley's plan. When things here were over, she would return to Huaxia if she had the chance. Keeping this painting here was also for safekeeping. It was better to give it to Saintley and let her take it back to Huaxia.
"No need. Just leave it here. This time we are going to such a dangerous place. It's inconvenient to bring this with us."
She didn't refuse directly. "If we are still alive, I will come and take it. How about that?"
"Then it's a promise. Let's go."
Jon rolled up the painting and carefully put it into a box. Then he walked out of the vault.
That vixen was still waiting outside.
...
They were too fast. When they came back, Joanne didn't even have time to react.
"When did you guys come?"
The female author, who had been writing for the whole day, went downstairs to make herself a glass of milk. She was surprised to see the two people suddenly appear in the room. Lille and Rank had already gone upstairs to sleep. Joanne thought that they would be back very late.
So until now, the guest room hadn't been tidied up, and no one wanted to tidy it up.
"But Lille and the rest probably thought of it. He went to sleep in Rank's room. You sleep in his room. Let sister Saintley sleep with me."
Joanne wasn't an outsider. During this period of time, she and Saintley had been exchanging letters. Many of Jon's things were sent out by Saintley. He was a shopkeeper who didn't do anything. Fortunately, his subordinates were all capable.
"Okay, then you guys go to bed early. I'll go up and rest first. "
Jon went upstairs. Lille slept in Rank's room. Then, after leaving Joanne's room, the only room left was... Oh, no wonder he was given this room. When he was here before, he slept in this room. Lille was so savage. He actually took over the magpie's nest when he wasn't here.
Jon laughed in his heart, but didn't really care. After all, he didn't live here in the first place. This room couldn't be empty all the time.
The room was still the same. It could be seen that Lille didn't change the layout of the room. He just slept here. His things should be somewhere else.
He was quite sensible.
He sat down on the bed and heard Saintley and Joanne's laughter. The moonlight shone in through the window. It was exceptionally peaceful.
Indeed, it was a life that people yearned for.
But he didn't have time to stay here for too long. When he woke up tomorrow morning, he and Saintley would embark on a new journey.
This time, they were going to Egypt.
Grindelwald had sent them a lot of information. This time, the revival of the Gods had affected a very large area. Egypt, India, Huaxia … all these countries in the East were involved. However, it was as if there was a mysterious barrier around them. The West was not affected at all. They were very wise and tried not to involve themselves in anything related to the ancient Hellas. It was obvious that they were very afraid of the ancient Hellas.
This time, according to Grindelwald's information, this revival feast would be held in a small world. It might last for a long time. But because of the flow of time, a few months in the small world might have passed a long time in the outside world... But these were all unknown troubles. Without seeing the actual situation, Jon didn't dare to jump to conclusions.
This matter...
He thought about it and suddenly felt sleepy.
After drifting on the sea for so long, this was the first time he touched a soft bed.
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