Standing in the hall, Garon casually walked around, admiring the collection in the black pillars.
Leaving an intricately carved golden bow, he walked to a row of guardrails on the wall of the hall.
Inside the guardrails were even thicker black pillars, these black pillars held even more valuable collections.
Garon walked a few steps and stopped next to a group of lively university students.
These university students wore the same black and blue uniform, there were eight of them standing together. Three boys and four girls. They seemed to be having a heated debate about the collection.
"Antas's Azure Wings, representing freedom, joyful bliss. Yearning for the perfect heavenly kingdom in the sky, it's a mythical symbol of Antas for a long time. Only great nobles have the right to create it. "A girl with a blue ponytail said with a serious expression. "It can't be a small merchant family like you said."
"Usually, that's true, but this one is different. Look at this part of his body. That's the famous symbol of Asha, the most famous business alliance at the time. There are also some special details that show his birth, such as here, here, and there. "Another white curly haired boy gently refuted.
"I think Kelian is right, this kind of thing at the time, normal people weren't allowed to create it."
"Maybe someone secretly created it for their collection? Just like how many rich ladies like to go to parties in the early hours of the morning. "
The students split into two sides, each supporting two people.
Garon stood on the side, quietly admiring the collection they were debating.
It was a sky blue sculpture with a single wing. It was more than a meter tall, two meters wide, and looked like it was flying. The feather texture was very delicate and realistic. Just like a real eagle's wing.
Garon could tell at a glance that this was one of the antique imitations that the old man once talked about. Although he couldn't examine it closely, but a small part of the base of the wing made him suspicious.
Involuntarily, Garon frowned, his gaze stopped at the part of the base that looked like a crack. The crack wasn't actually a crack, it was deliberately made. It was a twisted S shape.
"You noticed it too?"
A white-haired old gentleman at the side seemed to have noticed where Garon was looking. He was wearing a black tuxedo and stood upright. He walked to Garon's side and looked at Azure Wings casually.
"Rumor has it that the Azure Wings represents freedom and the Kingdom of God. Unfortunately, this is only a fake." The old man sighed.
"Actually, I'm not very sure. I'm not as experienced as you." Garon smiled humbly.
"Not bad, not bad at all." The old man shook his head. "How much do you know about the Antas civilization? Can you tell me more? "
"I don't know much about it. I've only read about it in some ancient books." Garon selectively shared some information about the ancient civilization before Picardi.
The old man's interest was piqued.
"You know quite a lot? Tell me, which level of collection did this Azure Wings copy belong to? "
"Judging from the patterns, textures, and details of the carvings, I feel that this is a small merchant who imitated something that he collected himself." Garon directly expressed his opinion.
"That's not right. If this was a small merchant's collection, would he dare to carve the symbol of the royal family?" The old man shook his head.
"The symbol of the royal family doesn't mean anything."
"You don't understand the strict laws of the time. Using a noble's coat of arms indiscriminately was punishable by beheading, not to mention the symbol of the royal family." The old man said solemnly.
"That's because you don't understand the special circumstances of the time. If I'm not wrong, this thing must have been made during a special period of time. Antas was already on the verge of collapse, and the royal family no longer had such a strong restraint." Garon shook his head slightly to express his disagreement.
"How did you determine the specific era of this thing? After all, this is a fake. How do you know that counterfeiters won't tamper with the original appearance? "
"Obviously, the shape of this wing, it's about to fly. Azure Wings like this are everywhere, but you didn't notice a hint of heaviness and hesitation. Here's the main point …" Garon pointed at the root of the Azure Wings. "Do you see the shape of the root? This is the wing of a red eagle. "
"Red eagle?" The old man was slightly stunned. He had never paid attention to the original form of the Azure Wings.
"The Azure Wings was carved by the royal family's sculptor using the blue eagle that the royal family raised as the material. The blue eagle couldn't be found in the outside world, so the people outside could only substitute the wings of the red eagle, which was the closest to it. Unfortunately, there are still slight differences between the two. Only during a special period of time would the sculptor of Picardi use the red eagle to imitate the royal items. "Garon shook his head regretfully.
"Your observation is very detailed, and your knowledge surprises me. But you still didn't notice the inscription on this item. "The old man was still not convinced.
"There are three symbols on the inscription, representing the three sculptors who participated. Coincidentally, I recognize this symbol. It's the symbol of the most famous royal sculptor of the Azure Wings, Robert Negan. "
"That doesn't mean anything, old man." Garon shook his head in disagreement.
"What about you? Whose opinion do you agree with? "The old man suddenly turned his head and asked a female student who had unknowingly walked over to listen.
She was a delicate girl wearing a blue and black school uniform and white denim pants. She was obviously engrossed in the conversation, and when the old man suddenly pointed at her, she didn't seem to react and was a little dazed.
"I … I think it all makes sense."
"Don't be nervous, child." The old man kindly lowered his voice. "I saw your line of sight just now. Out of all the people here, only the three of us noticed the abnormalities of the Azure Wings. You've been listening for so long, why don't you tell us your opinion? "
Garon stood aside and sized up the girl.
She was about eighteen or nineteen years old. Her face was delicate, and her skin was smooth and white. Her long black hair was like a piece of fine silk. She stood at the side, her expression dark and uneasy, giving off a very innocent feeling. Especially her pair of long and slender legs, the thin fabric clearly outlined the tight curves of her buttocks and thighs.
"You're too nervous." The old man shook his head. "Relax. Think carefully. You should be a student of Picardi Women's University, right? It's already good that you can see so much at your age. Believe in yourself. "
Garon and the old man both looked at the girl, waiting for her answer.
The girl hesitated for a moment.
"Both of you have a point, but … I feel that this Azure Wing should be the work of the royal family's sculptor during peacetime. I remember that the royal family at that time gave the Azure Wings to the children of the royal family who were about to leave for the territory. There were slight changes … "
Just as she finished, she heard a soft clap in front of her.
She raised her head and saw the two people in front of her looking at her with admiration.
"You've noticed a detail that we didn't notice." The old man smiled. "I didn't expect a normal girl to have such knowledge. Can you tell me your name? Cute child. "
"I … I'm Ophane …" The girl lowered her head in embarrassment, her face blushing. Obviously, she wasn't used to being praised by outsiders.
"Ophane." The old man took out a black name card from nowhere and handed it to the girl. "Take this. This is my name card."
Ophane took the card in a daze, but there was nothing on it except for a big eye symbol.
"Keep it well. When you're in trouble, this card will bring you good luck." The old man winked at the girl mysteriously.
Garen stood at the side, quietly watching the old man trying to mystify things.
It was obvious that this old man was a big shot who was hiding his identity. This could be seen from the bodyguards that were faintly scattered around him to protect him.
"Congratulations, cute Miss Ophane. Looks like this old man isn't a normal visitor." He smiled kindly at the girl.
Ophane blushed, holding the name card and not knowing what to say.
"What about you? What's the point of pretending to be an old man at such a young age? Young people should act like young people. "The old man looked at Garon with admiration." Your knowledge is comparable to mine. I didn't think that there would be a child like you among the younger generation. "He also handed over a black name card. "This is for you too."
Garen looked at the name card the old man handed over, smiled slightly, and was about to speak.
"Who's there!!" Suddenly, a loud roar came from outside the exhibition. "Alert!!!"
The voice stopped abruptly. It was as if something had cut it off.
The people in the exhibition started to get rowdy. People were restless, and some people with bodyguards quickly gathered their people to protect themselves.
The old man did the same. In just a few seconds, seven men and women in different outfits quickly formed a circle around him. Under his signal, Garon and the girl called Ophane were protected.
"Stay here and don't move." The old man calmly ordered Garon and Ophane. Garon and the girl quickly nodded, looking a little nervous.
"Miga, go check out the situation. Be careful." The old man whispered to one of the bodyguards.
"Yes, sir." A cold-looking man with a hooked nose nodded and left the crowd. He carefully walked towards the door while holding a black pistol in his hand.
There were a few people doing the same.
Garon's face also put on a dignified and calm expression.
It looked like it was about to start. He didn't want to show any abnormalities so early and be targeted. Otherwise, it would be a waste of the advantage he worked so hard to create in the dark.
He looked through the gaps of the bodyguards around him to see the situation.
The group of students on the side were also led by a middle-aged man to hide in a corner. Their faces were full of curiosity, fear, and even excitement.
Not far away, a few middle-aged men seemed to be very dissatisfied. They pulled out their guns and ordered their subordinates to cooperate with the exhibition staff to maintain order.
At this time, the security in charge of the exhibition came out. Under the leadership of a few team leaders, they calmed the mood of the guests. At the same time, a group of people carefully walked out the door.
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