The headless knight stood on a mountain of corpses and blood. Clusters of flames bloomed on the ground around him like lotus flowers. Behind him was a blood-like sunset.
The oil painting that greeted her the moment she entered through the main door gave her an oppressive feeling.
Sa Ling stopped and looked at it for a moment. She was deep in thought.
This painting … was the Bloody Dusk.
The butler urged her softly by her ear.
Sa Ling came back to her senses and smiled apologetically. Then, she followed the butler into the living room.
The moment she entered, Sa Ling saw Cloba sitting on the wooden chair. He was a man in his fifties or sixties with white and black hair. His facial features were deep and his eyes were bright.
Other than Cloba, there were about twenty bodyguards in black in the living room. On the chairs made of expensive wood, there were two guests, a man and a woman, about forty years old.
The man's hair was combed and waxed. His face was fair and clean. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a decent suit. He looked refined.
The woman's hair was tied up and she had appropriate makeup on her face. She wore a long red gown and exuded a graceful and luxurious aura.
While Sa Ling was sizing up the three people in the living room, they were also sizing her up.
She wore a black casual suit. There was no makeup on her face, not even foundation. Her hair was tied up neatly and she exuded an energetic aura.
The moment they saw Sa Ling, she left a good impression on the three people present.
However, from Sa Ling's aura and dressing, she did not look like a collector or someone rich and powerful. Instead, she looked more like a white-collar lady who was active in the steel jungle.
Cloba did not stand up to welcome her. He only gestured to the wooden chair in front of him and smiled. "Please sit."
He knew everyone who received the invitation. He knew that Sa Ling was an employee of a website related to antiques that had popped up recently.
"Hello, Master Cloba."
Sa Ling sat down naturally and greeted Cloba. She didn't use any honorifics.
Cloba did not mind this small detail. He asked, "You're the chief appraiser of Luo Ling Museum?"
"Yes." Sa Ling nodded.
"Luo Ling Museum? Is it the website that sells thousands of antiques online? "The gold-rimmed glasses man asked curiously.
Perhaps due to the recent promotion, the other woman in the red dress also knew about the Lorraine Museum. Seeing that Cloba and the others were talking about this topic, she added, "You haven't sold a single antique in the past few months. Are you spending money on promotion recently?"
The woman's tone was rather arrogant, and when she mentioned the Luo Ling Museum, it was filled with disdain.
Sa Ling was not angry at all. She ignored the woman in the red dress and looked at the man with the gold-rimmed glasses. She smiled and said, "Yes, we currently have 1,205 antiques. Most of them are authentic from the Vera era in the Kentia Desert."
"The Era of Vera. If I remember correctly, it was the strongest empire in the history of the Kentia Desert. However, it was destroyed a thousand years ago for some unknown reason and quickly disappeared from history," the gold-rimmed glasses man said with great interest.
"It seems that you are quite knowledgeable in this area. If you are interested, you can log on to our company's website to see if there are any products you like." Sa Ling maintained her smile.
Seeing that Sa Ling ignored her, the woman in the red dress looked over with a hint of anger in her eyes, but she did not flare up.
1,000 authentic antiques sounded like a joke, and the others did not rashly expose her and maintained their good manners.
Cloba looked on calmly. When Sa Ling finished her words, he took the initiative to introduce them to Sa Ling. "This gentleman is Mitch, the boss behind You Kentia's Bola Auction. This lady is Angie, the daughter of the Tiffany Jewelry Group. She likes to collect jewelry that has been preserved over time."
He did not exaggerate when he introduced their names and identities.
However, just by looking at the Bola Auction and the Fantini Jewelry Group, one could tell that Kakadon and Angie's identities were extraordinary.
The Bola Auction was the third largest auction in You Kentia.
The Tiffany Jewelry Group was the largest jewelry group in the world. The owner was Angie's father, who was also the third richest person in the world.
"Hello, I'm Sa Ling. I'm currently the chief appraiser of the Luo Ling Museum. I've done some research on various antiques and the history of various countries. Of course, I don't dare to show off in front of Master Cloba."
Sa Ling stood up and lifted Cloba's hand.
In order to facilitate the cooperation between the Luo Ling Museum and Cloba, in order to leave a good impression on Cloba, Sa Ling put away her temper and became a capable employee with a clear position. This was a change made for the sake of the Luo Ling Museum.
Before boarding the plane, Law's rhetorical question could be answered at this moment.
"Then do you know the origin of the oil painting outside?" Angie looked at Sa Ling indifferently and suddenly asked.
Cloba and Mitch looked at each other and remained silent.
"I know a little."
Facing Angie's question, Sa Ling slowly sat down and said softly, "That's a fantasy from the end of the 12th century. It's called Bloody Dusk. It was painted by a deserter from the last Dunerce Battle at the end of the 12th century."
When the three of them heard this, they looked at each other. This was different from what they knew.
"The Dunerce Battle was a fierce battle between two countries. 80,000 soldiers were invested in the battle at the Dunerce Canyon. It was also the last battle at the end of the 12th century."
"The final result of that battle was that no one survived. All the soldiers on both sides died bravely. How could there be deserters? Moreover, the writer of the oil painting was the most famous painting master of that era, Kersel. How could he be a deserter? "
"Miss Sa Ling, ignorance is not the right to talk nonsense."
Angie chuckled and her tone was cold.
Although Cloba and Mitch did not speak, from their expressions, they obviously agreed with Angie's words.
"In fact, the oil painting brush made from Kersel's leg bone and his last words were obtained by our senior hunter and are now in our company."
Sa Ling looked at the three people calmly and said calmly: "Moreover, Kersel's real name is Ersecco. He is also one of the inconspicuous names on the list of soldiers killed in battle."
Speaking of this, Sa Ling's tone became a little more serious, "The truth is sometimes only in the hands of a few people."
The moment her voice fell, Sa Ling thought of the scene when Law came to her with a set of bone brushes and a leather last words.
At that time, Law was in high spirits and told her about the past of the brush and the last words. He was like a child who had discovered an incredible treasure.
Sa Ling liked Law very much at that moment. It was as if she saw herself in the past and saw the yearning vitality in Law.
Ersecco was an oil painter who was forced to join the army. He was the only deserter in the battle of Dunerce. Then, he changed his name and finally became famous five years after the battle.
In the oil painting of the Bloody Dusk, the main color was like blood. The side scenes were all kinds of miserable corpses piled up into mountains. However, the most vivid scene was a blood-stained headless knight who stood unyieldingly in death and was unwilling to fall down.
The so-called fantasy was that Ersecco did not see the scene after the battle, but he painted this scene, so it was called a fantasy.
However, this was not the work of fantasy that Sa Lingtong was talking about.
Ersecco had seen this scene before, but he did not see the headless knight. Because deep in his heart, he hoped that he was the headless knight.
This was … the most sincere fantasy of a deserter after the battle.
If Law had not found the bone brush and the last words, no one would have been able to uncover the truth hidden under the fog.
At least for this matter, Law was one of the few people who had grasped the truth.
After hearing what Sa Ling said, Cloba did not refute immediately. Instead, he showed great interest and said, "Can I see the brush and the last words with my own eyes?"
To be able to hang Ersecco's famous oil painting in front of the main door showed Cloba's love for oil paintings.
When Sa Ling saw the oil painting, she had a plan in her heart. Thanks to Angie who led the topic to the oil painting, she was able to arouse Cloba's interest.
The effect of bringing it up and bringing it up passively was very different in this kind of situation.
"I didn't bring these two things, but I can ask someone to bring them over. Maybe they can make it in time for the appreciation convention the day after tomorrow," Sa Ling said.
Before she came, she did not think that Ersecco's brush and the last words would be so effective. After all, she saw the oil painting before she entered and came up with the idea on the spur of the moment. However, this was not a problem. She could ask Law to bring them over.
"That's the best." Cloba looked happy and exclaimed, "The truth hidden under the truth is the reason why I entered this line of work."
He did not fully believe Sa Ling's words, nor did he make a conclusion directly. He only wanted to see the brush and the last words with his own eyes before he could come to a conclusion.
On the side, Angie frowned slightly and did not say anything more.
Sa Ling was so confident that she could not make a decision for the time being. Anyway, right or wrong would be determined the day after tomorrow.
Later, everyone talked about topics related to the history of antiques. Sa Ling's speech and knowledge made Cloba and Mickey look askance. Both of them were in this line of work and had already regarded Sa Ling as a peer they could communicate with.
Cloba himself was the most famous appraiser in the industry. His activity had decreased in recent years, but the juniors he had helped were now all over the world and were all well-known appraisers.
The excellence of the juniors was something he liked to see and hear. At this time, he looked at Sa Ling in a new light. He did not know that Sa Ling's age and appearance did not match. He also did not know Sa Ling's true age.
Mickey was the boss behind You Kexin's large-scale auction. In this line of work, a high-level appraiser was especially important. When he saw Sa Ling's ability, he even had the idea of poaching her.
When they talked to their heart's content, Cloba invited Sa Ling to stay for dinner.
Sa Ling gladly agreed. After a few interactions, she could see that Cloba was a big shot who did not put on airs.
In fact, if it were not for the common point of the topic and the industry, Cloba would not be so polite to Sa Ling.
At five in the afternoon, Cloba received a call and left the living room.
Seeing this, Sa Ling took the opportunity to call Law. She could not get through, so she had no choice but to dial Sabot's number.
Thousands of miles away in the Hunters' Association, Sabot picked up the ringing phone and pressed the answer button.
"Where's Law?"
Sa Ling's voice came from the phone.
Sabot glanced at Law's closed door and said casually, "Still sleeping."
"Tell him to get up and give him the phone."
"Okay, wait a moment."
Sabot put down what he was doing, got up and walked to Law's door. He knocked hard on the door and shouted Law's name at the same time.
After knocking on the door for more than ten seconds, there was no response.
Sabot was puzzled and tried to turn the doorknob. The door opened, but Law was not in the room at all. The bedding on the bed was neatly folded.
Seeing this scene, Sabot was stunned. He thought that Law had stayed up all night and slept in the room. He did not expect that to be the case.
"Law is not in the room." Sabot said.
"Then where is he?"
"I don't know."
Sa Ling furrowed her brows and said, "Then go to the warehouse and find Ersecco's paintbrush and his last words. Then find Law and tell him to bring these two items to me in Bit City as soon as possible. If you can't find Law before midnight, then bring them here directly."
"What about the website?" Sabot was surprised.
"We'll talk about it later."
After Sa Ling finished, she simply hung up the phone.
Compared to the daily operation of the website, reaching a partnership with Cloba was the most important thing.
Sabot stared at the phone blankly, but he understood the importance of this matter.
"Where did that guy Luo go?"
Sabot whispered to himself. He was too lazy to look for him. Anyway, if Law did not appear before midnight, he would do as Sa Ling said.
Thinking of this, he directly booked two tickets online, then went to the warehouse to find the brush and letter that Sa Ling ordered and put them in a box.
After doing this, he sat in front of the computer again and busied himself.
Time passed by little by little. When it was 9: 30 in the evening, Sabot still did not see Law.
"Where the hell did he go? He should have at least said something. "
Sabot stretched and grumbled in a low voice.
Suddenly, his expression changed slightly. The computer screen in front of him emitted a white light unique to telekinesis. Then, a head drilled out of the screen.
Sabot was shocked by this sudden change and fell to the ground. He supported himself with both hands and retreated a few meters.
"Yo, did you eat dinner?"
The head that drilled out of the screen was Law. He greeted Sabot who was sitting on the ground, then like Sadako who climbed out of the TV, he jumped out of the computer screen and onto the ground.
Sabot saw this and cursed, "Are you crazy?!"
"Uh …"
Law did not know how to answer.
It took him a lot of effort to beat Ikuxiubei, but Ikuxiubei sent him back with a "follow the network cable to beat you up." However, it was expected that Sabo would be frightened. After all, his computer was turned off.
Sabot got up in shock and told Law what Sa Ling had told him.
At 11: 00 in the evening, Law told Sabot about Ikuxiubei, then took the brush and letter and boarded the spaceship to Bit City.
August 16, 11: 00 in the afternoon.
Luxury cars parked in the specially designated parking space in front of the main entrance of the O 'Hara Museum.
Screech!
A black luxury car stopped. The door opened, and a bald man dressed like a nouveau riche in a suit got out of the car. Then, several people got in one after another.
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