"You already know most of the theoretical knowledge. As long as you combine these two books and practice, you'll be considered a beginner. Today's mission is to officially start reading these two books. You can also bring them back and read them yourself. Everything I can say is in these books. If you have any questions after reading them, you can ask me, "the old man said slowly.
Garon nodded, opened the book, and started reading from the beginning.
Time passed quickly. Soon, more than two hours had passed. Garon let out a long sigh, memorized the pages he saw, and gently closed the book.
"Today is the Carnival. I have to go back to celebrate with my family. It's almost three o 'clock, I have to go back."
"Take the book and go quickly. I have to meet some old friends here in a while. Don't delay my business." The old man looked down at the book and waved impatiently, as if he couldn't wait for him to go quickly.
Garon smiled and picked up the two books.
"Then I'll go back first. I'll come back tomorrow. "
"Okay, go quickly! It's annoying to see you so slow! "The old man still didn't look up. "Remember to write down the questions you need to ask on a piece of paper tomorrow."
"Got it."
Garon walked out of the shop with the books in his hands. He turned back and looked at the old man with a smile on his face.
"There's no one to celebrate with you, and you said you were going to meet some old friends. If you really had friends, they would have come to visit you. This old man is so stubborn. "
He walked a few steps along the street. The street was littered with pink flower petals, white paper flowers, pigeon feathers, and trampled pastries.
Before Garon could walk far, he saw Ge Reese standing beside a white car at the entrance of Pennington Street. He looked serious, as if he was waiting for him.
Garon quickened his pace and walked over.
"What's the matter?"
"Dale Quicksilver is here. He wants my company to help him identify something!" Ge Reese replied in a low voice. "Let's talk in the car."
Garon frowned. When he heard that Dale Quicksilver was looking for Ge Reese, his heart skipped a beat.
Pulling open the car door, the two of them sat side by side in the front seat, slamming the door shut and rolling up the windows. The voices of the festival-goers outside also became much softer.
Ge Reese then took out a photo from his bag and handed it to Garon.
"This morning, Dale Quicksilver suddenly came to visit. He took out this item and asked me to appraise it."
Garon took the photo and looked at it. Suddenly, he was shocked.
In the picture was the Bronze Cross Medal that he had left at the Silversilk Castle.
"It's this …" He looked at the medal in the photo carefully. It was a black and white photo taken from a very close angle, so it looked very clear.
"Didn't Dale Quicksilver investigate the Silversilk Castle thoroughly? Does he not know the origin of this medal? "he asked in a low voice.
"Of course, but what the great detective wants to investigate is not the origin of the information," Ge Reese's eyes were unusually serious, "but the origin of this medal before the Silversilk Castle!"
"Before!?" Garon's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly recalled the series of strange events at the Silversilk Castle. At that time, both his arms were almost broken, and he had to escape in a sorry state.
"Looks like … they encountered the same problem as me …" He looked out the window at the festival-goers passing by. A group of children wearing knight's armor were waving balloons and feather bats.
Garon closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
"Where is the great detective now?"
"He's in our company."
"Let's go and find him," Garon said in a low voice. He looked out the window and muttered, "If possible, maybe I can use the great detective's help to find out what I encountered at the Silversilk Castle …"
He had a feeling that the Silversilk Castle might be the beginning of everything.
"Okay," Ge Reese answered. He started the car and slowly drove forward with the crowd.
*****
In a small room in a building facing the street.
"Hahaha … Mr. Dale Quicksilver, long time no see." Garon laughed and gave Dale Quicksilver a big hug.
"Indeed, long time no see." Dale Quicksilver smiled happily, "Mr. Kelly, the people from the Golden Hoop didn't make things difficult for you, right? I even asked people to look for you, but there was no news. I didn't expect to meet you here. Everything in this world is so strange. "
The great detective was still holding a pipe and wearing a black trench coat.
Beside him stood a beautiful lady in a white dress and a round feathered hat. Her hands were naturally crossed on her stomach, giving her a graceful and elegant aura.
"This is?"
"This is my wife, Marian," Quicksilver introduced the lady.
"Hello, my dear Mrs. Quicksilver." Garon smiled and nodded.
"Mr. Kelly, you're too kind." Marian smiled gently and elegantly.
The three of them sat on the sofa.
After Garon sat down, he carefully took out a photo. It was the photo of the Bronze Cross Emblem.
"Mr. Quicksilver, I'm actually a professional appraiser for Manuyllton Corporation. The item you wanted to appraise just happened to pass through my hands. When I heard it was your item, I immediately took the initiative to come take a look. It's been a month or two since the last time we met. Time really flies. "
"Yes … I didn't expect Mr. Kelly to be a hindrance to Manuyllton Corporation's work. This is also a coincidence." Dale Quicksilver nodded and smiled, "I just don't know if Mr. Kelly has appraised the origin of this item?"
Garon heard this and suddenly frowned and became silent. He seemed to be thinking about something.
The other two weren't in a hurry. They just sat there quietly and waited for him to speak.
After a few minutes, Garon slowly opened his mouth.
"To be honest, this item is probably a product left behind by a huge country more than a thousand years ago."
"A product from a thousand years ago?!" The Quicksilver couple was shocked.
"That's right. A thousand years ago, there was an ancient empire called Natama that existed in the current Confederation. There is very little information left behind about this empire. I can only deduce from the style of this emblem that it's a product from that time. As for its origin … I'm sorry I can't do anything about it. "
Garon sighed. He didn't appraise it himself. It was the result given by Manuyllton Corporation's own appraiser. She was just following the truth.
"Is that so …" Dale Quicksilver and his wife looked at each other and their faces turned sour.
"But …" Garon wanted to say something, but stopped. "There are some things I don't know if I should say."
Dale Quicksilver narrowed his eyes and quickly said, "Mr. Kelly, if you have something to say, just say it. We've been through thick and thin together. There's nothing to be afraid of."
Garon looked at him and saw the certainty in his eyes. He made up his mind.
"If that's the case, I don't care if you two believe me or not. I'll tell you two another appraisal result."
He paused. "No, maybe it's not the result of the appraisal. It's a special feeling I have." He looked at the two of them. "I think this emblem is an Antique of Tragedy."
"Antique of Tragedy?!" Dale Quicksilver was stunned. He immediately reacted and muttered, "I should've thought of it! I should've thought of it … "
Mrs. Quicksilver sat on the side with sweat on her forehead. She looked worried as she watched her husband's actions.
"That's right, it's an Antique of Tragedy." Garon said with certainty. "I have an extraordinary talent for Antiques of Tragedy. As long as it's an antique like this, I have enough confidence to appraise it. It's just … I wonder if Mr. Quicksilver could let me see this emblem personally. Before I returned to the company, the other appraisers returned it to you two. I didn't have time to look at it. "
"That's not a problem." Dale Quicksilver immediately reacted. His eyes showed a hint of anxiety. He hurriedly took out a small black box from his shirt pocket.
Garon took the box and opened it. Inside the black velvet box was a Purple Cross Emblem. It was the emblem he left at the Silversilk Castle.
Garon carefully placed the box on the coffee table and gently picked up the Bronze Cross Emblem.
As soon as he touched it, he was shocked.
He felt that the potential contained in the emblem had increased. A bone-chilling aura slowly flowed from the emblem into Garon's body. Holding the emblem in his hand was no different than holding a block of ice. This was already one-tenth of the Black Jade Disk's potential. It was at least twice as much as the original emblem!
"Could it be?!!" Garon's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly thought of a possibility. He looked up at Dale Quicksilver and asked in a low voice. "Mr. Dale, please answer my question. Before you got this emblem, did something happen to someone else?!"
"How do you know?!!" Dale Quicksilver's eyes widened. He stood up abruptly and his breathing quickened.
"Calm down! Calm down! "Mrs. Quicksilver quickly held her husband and pushed him down to sit. "Let's hear Mr. Kelly out first."
Phew …
Dale Quicksilver took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry Mr. Kelly, I was rude."
"It's okay, call me Kelly. We should be considered friends, right?" Garon nodded.
"Okay, Kelly, can you tell me how you could tell that something happened to someone else?" Although Dale Quicksilver sat down, his eyes were still fixed on Garon's. "This is very important to me!"
"Did something happen to your family or friends?" Garon didn't wait for his answer and continued. "I'm sorry, but this is actually a talent of mine. I can actually identify the status of an Antique of Tragedy. Maybe it has something to do with my fanaticism towards Antiques of Tragedy. It's a feeling, a feeling that's hard to describe. "
"Feeling? Okay, your feeling is very accurate. Perhaps because of your hobby, you are a true expert in Antiques of Tragedy. It just so happens that I need your help now. "Dale Quicksilver said seriously." Do you know how to remove the Antique of Tragedy's bad luck? Something happened to my friend White Eagle's son! "
"Something happened?! What happened?! "Garon asked in a low voice.
He owed Dale Quicksilver a favor because of the Black Jade Disk, but he had repaid the favor after saving his friend's life. Although he didn't like Dale Quicksilver's daughter, he still had a good impression of Dale Quicksilver. After all, no matter what, the Black Jade Disk had helped him a lot. Now, he was becoming stronger with every passing moment.
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