The old man ruffled his sparse white hair. "Then take a look at it yourself. The things on the left side of my shop were all recently collected from the countryside, and the ones on the right side are some ancient objects." He continued to study the little thing in his hand.
Garon glanced at it. The old man was wearing white gloves and holding a pale gold pocket watch. The back of the pocket watch was open, and he seemed to be looking at the structure inside.
Retracting his gaze, Garon scanned the entire shop, slowly starting from left to right.
On the leftmost wall, there was a rectangular oil painting, depicting a siege under a white castle. A large number of silver-armored soldiers were holding red flags and rushing towards the castle. Catapults were constantly throwing boulders and pouring oil on the city walls. Blood, broken limbs, and corpses were everywhere.
Below the oil painting hung a dark gold circular metal plate. It was more than half a meter in diameter, and a smiling human face appeared in the center.
"What is this?" Garon reached out and touched the metal plate. It was very hard, and the surface had a fine roughness similar to copper paper.
The old man under the bookshelf looked up and glanced at it. "The sun god totem from the Red Square Tribe three hundred years ago. That is a good thing. The tribe's shamans would always melt newly obtained gold ornaments and mix it with brass. Other than the human face in the center, the rest of the area was constantly accumulated gold and brass. If you are interested, I can sell it to you for 35,000. " The old man took off his glasses and wiped them with a soft cloth. "After all, not many people know about it now. If it was a few decades ago, when antiques were at their peak, this thing would sell for at least a few hundred thousand."
"Sun God Totem …" The corner of Garen's mouth twitched. He didn't need to look at it to know that it was fake. Not only was his ability not working, but if this totem could really be sold at such a high price, and it was even made of gold, it wouldn't be placed here for sale. Such a large piece, it could be sold at a jewelry store for more than a hundred thousand, and it was sold to him for thirty thousand … He didn't have more than twenty dollars on him.
He turned left and looked at another red table that was slightly taller. On it was a purple-red medal, a transparent bottle of wine, and a silver-white cup.
He reached out and touched the three items. When he touched the purple-red medal, the potential percentage at the bottom of Garon's vision suddenly jumped.
"Huh?! There's movement here! "He turned slightly to the side, his back facing the old man. There was a faint nervousness on his face.
He picked up the purple-red medal and examined it carefully.
It was a medallion in the shape of a cross. The cross was purplish-red in color, with a dark golden ear of wheat wrapped around its edge. Garon noticed that in the center of the medal, there was a small black circular area. It was only the size of a fingernail, and there was a white letter: P.
He could feel a very strong, cold aura coming from the medallion. It was many times stronger than the black pearl and Felicity's Halo of Misfortune. But for some reason, he was unable to draw out all of this aura from the medal. There was only a very thin channel that was squeezing out potential bit by bit like toothpaste.
'In the past, I could absorb all of its potential directly. This time, I can only absorb a little bit of its aura while holding it in my hand … According to this speed, it would take me days to absorb all of it.' Garon's eyes flashed with surprise and doubt.
"This thing costs six thousand." The bespectacled old man had appeared on Garen's right side out of nowhere and spoke abruptly.
"Six thousand …" Garon frowned slightly.
The old man was dressed in black. He looked at the medal and said in a low voice, "I bought this Bronze Cross Medal from the home of a retired military officer. You have good taste. Among the goods I bought, this medal is a rare gem. It came from the once powerful Republic of Mengdiya 150 years ago. At that time, Mengdiya's will was a powerful country that made the whole world tremble. There were hundreds of colonies in the world alone. At that time, almost half of our Yalu Federation was colonized by Mengdiya. This medal was a product of that time. It was said that it was awarded to a Level 2 Commander. "
"I'll take a look … there's no rush." Garon suppressed his desire to buy it. He knew that if he could quickly absorb the aura inside the medal, he could probably increase his attributes by more than two points this time. Unfortunately, he had no money now …
His weekly allowance was only twenty dollars. There was still a long way to go before he could reach six thousand dollars.
The old man noticed Garen's reluctance to part, and his eyes flashed with a trace of light. "Moreover, there was an officer who wanted to keep this medal last time. It's just that he didn't have enough money at that time. Who knows, he might come back to buy it again soon. Little friend, if you want it, you must not miss this opportunity … "
Garon's face twitched. "Let me take a look at the others first."
"Okay, look around." The old man's face flashed a smile like a chrysanthemum.
Garon glanced at the old man. "This guy … obviously saw that I wanted to buy it and purposely made up an excuse to rush me. It's better to be safe than sorry. Maybe there really is someone who wants this thing. But there's no rush. Maybe I can find something else that can absorb Potential elsewhere. "
He calmed himself down and started to wander around the other tables and walls in the shop. Soon, in less than ten minutes, he had touched everything.
What made him regretful was that only the medal had the potential to be absorbed. The rest were just ordinary objects.
After a while, he returned to the table where the medal was placed and picked up the purple-red Bronze Cross Medal. He checked it repeatedly for more than half an hour.
"I don't have enough money on me now. Boss, can you keep it for me so that I can buy it later?" Garon raised his head and looked at the old man.
The old man returned to the bookshelf and sat down. He was carefully wiping the dust off the antiques with a soft white cloth. When he heard this, he turned around with a smile. "Of course, but I can't keep it for long. Don't think that I'm rushing you. There really is someone who wants to buy this. There's still three weeks left before the scheduled time. "
"Three weeks …" Garen frowned. "Alright, I'll try and see if I can get the money. What's the lowest price you can give me? "
"Since you're a student, I'll give you five thousand dollars. I can't go any lower." The old man pushed his glasses up.
"I'm not going to bargain with you now. We'll talk about it later." Garon didn't say much. He took one last look at the Bronze Cross Medal and put it back on the table. Then he walked to the old man's table. "My name is Garon. May I know your name?"
"Just call me Old Man Gregor. What do you want to know? If it's a sensitive question, I won't give it to you for free. "
"I want to ask you, where did you buy the medal?" Garon frowned.
The old man tried to recall. "I can tell you that, but …" He smiled and opened his hand.
Garon was speechless as he looked at the old man. He took out a ten-dollar bill from his pocket and put it on the table.
"Stingy …" the old man muttered and put the money away. "It's a dilapidated old castle in the countryside more than sixty miles away from Huaishan City. The owner of the castle used to be a viscount, but he got worse and worse with each generation. Now he only has the title of a knight. He couldn't maintain the castle for many years. Everything inside has been sold off for many years. If it wasn't so dilapidated and in such a bad location, the castle itself would have been sold off a long time ago. As for the name of the castle … I think it's Silversilk Castle. "
"Silversilk Castle. Can you draw me a detailed map of the route? "
The old man smiled and opened his hand again.
"F * ck!" Garon couldn't help but curse. He took out another ten-dollar bill from his pocket and put it on the table. "Please hurry up!"
"No problem!" The old man put away the banknotes and quickly took out a piece of yellow paper from under the table. He dipped the white feather pen in ink and drew a simple map on it. Then, he handed it over directly.
Garon took the map and scanned it. "Then I'll have to trouble you. Wait for my news. "
Without waiting for the old man's reply, he rolled up the map and strode out of the antique shop.
After walking along the street for some distance, he reached out and touched his empty trouser pocket. He wanted to cry but had no tears. "Let's not talk about buying the medal. Just to see the Silversilk Castle alone would cost me fifty to sixty dollars. Plus, I'll have to spend next week's pocket money."
As he walked, Garon kept thinking about how he could get his hands on 5,000 dollars. He had a feeling that the Bronze Cross Medal was covered by something. He couldn't touch it completely, so he couldn't absorb all of its potential. If he wanted to absorb all of its potential, he would have to remove the layer on the surface and see what it really was. However, if he didn't buy it and polish it himself, it would be useless to just look at it.
He looked at the light red data at the bottom of his vision. His potential had already broken through to 101% in that short period of time. A cool stream of air lingered in his mind, and he could add it to any attribute at any time.
"There's no need to rush. I stood there for so long to absorb so little potential. If I want to absorb a single attribute from the Bronze Cross Medal, I'll have to stand there for at least half a day. Old Gregor is such a money-grubber. He won't allow me to do that. " Garon reestimated the total potential of the Bronze Cross Medal. It was at least five points. This made him even more excited.
"While I collect money, I can come here every day to absorb the potential. I don't believe that I can't finish it!" He made up his mind.
Walking to the entrance of Pennington Street, Garon looked up at his uncle's house.
Coincidentally, the arched window was open. A fat middle-aged man was standing at the window and looking down. "Is that Garon?" The man's face was ordinary, but his eyebrows were thick and dark. He gave off a strong feeling. "I haven't seen you in a long time. Come up!"
Garon didn't expect to recognize his uncle directly. He nodded, passed through the stone pillar below, and walked into the half-open wooden door of the corridor.
Entering the corridor was a spacious hall. The floor was covered with a black carpet. In the middle of the hall was a white stone angel statue. It was in a posture of spreading its wings.
Garon entered the hall from the left staircase. He jogged past a few people going upstairs in front of him and quickly arrived at the red metal door on the left side of the fifth floor.
Knock knock knock.
He reached out and knocked on the door.
Immediately, the door opened with a click. Uncle Tyr was standing at the door in a white shirt and black trousers. "Come in quickly. The fireplace is still burning."
"Oh." Garon entered the door, changed into slippers, and followed his uncle into the room inside.
The room was covered with pale yellow wallpaper. There were various oil paintings hanging on the wall. Most of them were either his uncle's or his wife, Windsor's.
A few minutes later, Garon stood by the window, listening to his uncle and a guest with a beard talking about recent events in the city.
While they were chatting, Uncle Tyr's gaze suddenly turned and fell on him.
"Garon, if you want to make a difference in the future, you have to remember one thing. Listen more, see more, think more, speak less and do more. "Uncle took out a cigar and gently flicked it in the ashtray. "You're only in high school now. You have to go to college in the future. Then you can start working. Whether it's studying or working, it'll be good for you to remember this. "
"Also, hang out with Lombarth and Phelia more often. You're all brothers and sisters of the same age. They've been playing some kind of chess game recently. They've been doing nothing all day. You have to persuade them. "
Uncle had been in business for a long time. The relationship between the government and the underworld was extremely complicated. On the surface, he was just an ordinary businessman, but in fact, he had a lot of hidden power. He even had his own gun permit.
Garon lowered his head and nodded. He knew that although his uncle looked gentle on the surface, he was actually a very stubborn and paranoid person. He wouldn't allow anyone to go against his wishes. He had a strong will.
The bearded man also smiled. "Is this your nephew? Young people these days have good living conditions. When we were young, we didn't have such good living conditions. "
"Indeed. It's just that they don't know how to appreciate the good things they have." Uncle shook his head and smiled helplessly. He started to talk about business with the bearded man again.
Garon stood aside and listened to the two adults talk. He was thinking about how to get the five thousand yuan. Usually, every time Uncle Tyr saw him, he would give him some pocket money. It would range from a few hundred yuan to a few hundred yuan. However, five thousand yuan was still too far away.
He didn't plan to start with his uncle. After all, this was only the first time. He could imagine that there would be a second or third time in the future. Once might be fine, but if it happened too many times, no matter how much his uncle liked him, he wouldn't give in to him.
"So I have to figure it out myself …" Garon thought of the dojo. "If I pass the entrance exam, the White Cloud Dojo will give me a monthly bonus as a reward. It's usually two thousand yuan. That's a lot of money. Also, the school has a lot of scholarships. There's a total of one hundred thousand yuan. However, it's impossible for me to get it with my current level. There's still two months left, unless I can add attribute points. Other than Chinese Studies and History, I haven't reached the minimum intelligence requirement for the other subjects. Only when I reach the minimum intelligence can I memorize everything and understand everything. If I can't reach the minimum intelligence, I can only learn step by step. "
Suddenly, a message flashed through Garon's mind. "There's also an archery competition and a swordsmanship competition! Ying Er has to participate in one of these two competitions. If she wins, the third place will get ten thousand yuan. I wonder how good Garon's archery and swordsmanship are? "
Just as this question flashed through his mind, he immediately saw the symbols at the bottom of his vision change slowly. It changed to three attributes: swordsmanship, archery, and basic combat.
Swordsmanship: Beginner Archery: Beginner Basic Combat: Beginner
"I wonder if I can add attribute points to these skills …" Garon suddenly had an idea.
He tried to focus on the first category of swordsmanship. The airflow in his mind suddenly jumped and wanted to burst out.
"It works!!" He quickly stopped the airflow, shifted his attention, and suppressed the ecstasy in his heart.
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