In the Golden Goat Antique Shop, Donkey easily convinces Arthur Wilson to agree to take himself with him to convince the stubborn locals.

He didn't even use the "red", perhaps because of the idea of the Piaget Exhibition, and because he sold a set of antique furniture as soon as he joined the apprenticeship, Arthur felt that this young man was very valuable for training.

As for Taylor, he was also happy to leave with Donkey.

In this way, the entire antique shop will be in his hands alone, well, all day.

Tang Qi followed the fat store manager out of the main street, because of last night's fire, the originally bustling main street was affected somewhat.

Complaints can be heard everywhere from residents and tourists, including the manager of Grand Arthur.

However, his complaining look automatically retracted as he walked in front of a villa.

This is a villa facing the river, with three floors, a dark red exterior, and judging by some details, the owner of the villa is not only very tasteful, but also very ...... Rich.

It's easy to understand why Arthur Wilson couldn't convince his owner to lend the antique.

Ordinary residents may be greedy for a free appraisal certificate, but this is unlikely at the moment.

Soon, Arthur knocked on the door, and a sturdy maid appeared.

Seeing the fat Arthur, he said directly: "Sir, my master has instructed that if the purpose of your visit is to borrow antiques, he will not receive you." ”

"You ......"

Arthur Wilson was about to get angry when Donkey suddenly took a step forward.

He looked directly at the maid, and then said, "No, we are not here for antiques, we are here for a business, believe me, you should take us in." ”

The maid, who was about to refuse, was stunned for a moment as soon as she touched Tang Qi's somewhat reddened pupils, and immediately said, "Okay!"

"Follow me!"

The maid took the somewhat stunned store manager Arthur and Tang Qi to a study.

As soon as he opened the door, a tall and thin middle-aged man in exquisite loungewear looked over, and when he saw Arthur Wilson, he immediately frowned, showing impatience, and seemed to be about to open his mouth to expel the two, until Tang Qi stood up again.

"Sir, I heard that you have some questions about the Earl's relics in your collection, and I think our store manager can help you. ”

"Well, that's right. ”

After making eye contact with a pair of reddish pupils, the gentleman named "Howard" led Tang Qi and the completely confused store manager to his collection room without any fuss.

As soon as he entered it, Tang Qi glanced back at the store manager, and without speaking, Arthur Wilson moved his fat body and excitedly admired the antiques that appeared in front of him.

And Tang Qi, as soon as he turned around, a cloud of shadows arched.

Inside, there are exactly a dozen things wrapped in it.

Each of them has a similar texture, obviously from the same era, the same place.

Tang Qi's unscrupulous use of the ability, in addition to being a little urgent, was also confirmed in advance by the night beast.

In this villa, there is no transcendent.

The three ordinary people were trapped in the "red", and they didn't have to worry about breaking free.

Tang Qi's eyes were seriously condensed on the dozen or so antiques.

According to the fat store manager, Mr. Howard's ancestor was a strong and greedy refugee who looted dozens of antiques from the Earl's Castle, far more than any other refugee.

Most of them are sold to make ends meet.

But there are still a few that have survived and become part of the Howard family's collection.

In Tang Qi's eyes, antique candlesticks, several gold coins, pistols, necklaces, and bronze statues appeared...... It's all small things, but there's no ghostly light floating.

Until the end, a bone bowl appears.

A faint glow flashes suddenly, and a special picture is immediately generated.

[Strange Object: The Chief's Bowl.] 】

[Status: Normal.] 】

[Information fragment 1: In the coastal area of the Federation in the old era, there is an indigenous group called the "Hamawa" who live on an island, they have guarded some secrets for generations, and because of this secret, it has caused the disaster of extermination, and the Earl Winston, who was a great pirate at that time, announced that the Hamowa tribe believed in evil gods, exterminated this group, and used the chief's skull to make an exquisite bowl as one of the trophies. 】

[Fragment 2: The Hamawa do not believe in evil gods, they believe in a monster of the good camp, and Count Winston killed the monster, and he gained some power from the monster. 】

[Fragment 3: It still has some supernatural powers, pour water into the bone bowl and recite the mantra "Hamowa" to obtain a natural elixir with the healing effect of trauma. 】

......

This time, there were no secrets.

But in Tang Qi's eyes, a trace of doubt had disappeared.

Once again, it doesn't match Samuel Winston's character in the witch comics. Judging by the fragments of information attached to the bone bowl, Count Winston is more of an unscrupulous executioner, who seems to have slaughtered an entire group of natives of the good camp in order to seize the power of the demons.

"Next!"

Tang Qi directly stuffed the chief's bowl into the greedy mouth, and then left with the store manager.

Before leaving, he cleaned up the memories of the three of them a little.

Howard would have thought he had sold the disgusting Chieftain's Bowl to the profiteer Arthur Wilson for a high price.

And the store manager, naturally, has no such memory, he just thinks that he managed to convince Howard, a miserly guy, to lend antiques.

Soon, the two successfully moved on to the next one.

Tang Qi, who was in a somewhat anxious mood, let go of some scruples and let the night beast investigate, if there was no transcendent, he would go up and be a "red", anyway, it was extremely convenient to modify his memory.

It's just that I'm a little unlucky, and I've seen a lot of antiques in a row, but there are no strange things that can preserve information fragments.

Fortunately, there were many refugees who ransacked the "Earl's Castle" back then, and most of the descendants left behind did not leave Winstontown.

After visiting seven or eight local residents one after another, Tang Qi had several gains.

In total, there are three strange objects that contain fragments of information related to Samuel Winston.

They were a tattered diary, a ruined telescope, and a pirate flag that was only two-thirds of the way down.

In fact, none of their owners were actually Count Winston, but the Earl's subordinates.

A guard with a clear conscience, a navigator who served on the Immortal, and a storekeeper.

The information attached to it is not much different from what Tang Qi saw on the "Sword of Tebat", "Blood Deer Anchor", and "Chief's Bowl" before.

All of them directly record some of the things Samuel Winston has done, and directly depict a brutal, murderous executioner.

At this time, Tang Qi fully confirmed the character of the "Immortal Earl".

Evil Camp Heroes!

According to the verdict of St. Penitent, Martin Sims, an absolutely damned fellow.

Moreover, he is also a powerful transcendent.

After visiting the last local resident, Tang Qi and the obese store manager who had been stunned all day turned back to the antique shop.

Under his eyes, the old doubts disappeared, but new doubts kept growing.

He knew Samuel Winston's true face, but he still didn't know what happened in the castle that night.

"A heroic transcendent, brutal and murderous, perhaps he gathered a large number of transcendental beings back then, and bought and snatched strange objects with healing power everywhere, not to awaken Diana, but for himself, what does he need to heal? Or what does he want to get?"

"For the sake of ...... Blood of the gods?"

Tang Qi speculated, but the information was missing and could not be verified.

Fortunately, he has other opportunities to verify it.

Since he had used his extraordinary power, Tang Qi didn't plan to take his time anymore.

Winstontown, and one more place, must also have the Earl's Relic.

"Buzz"

Tang Qi's gaze fell on Arthur Wilson.

The owner of the Golden Goat Antiques store is also the owner of the only museum in Winstontown.

Winston Noble Museum!

From the anchor of the Blood Deer, you can know that perhaps in the entire town of Winston, the one who has the most earl relics is this fat man.

"Mr. Arthur!"

"Huh?"

Tang Qi said casually, and poor Arthur Wilson fell into a state of confusion again.

In a trance, he took Tang Qi to his museum.

In the hall, as Tang Qi expected, he had nearly twenty earl relics.

And an area has been cleaned up and placed specially, and it is temporarily closed to the public in order to prepare for the exhibition.

Tang Qi was not polite at all, stepping into it, his eyes sweeping.

Inside the glass booth, nearly twenty antiques appeared.

When Tang Qi looked over, two of them poured out a ghostly light at the same time.

One piece, impressively an oil painting.

The other is a knife that looks too ordinary.

Don Qi first looked at the painting, which depicted the battle that made Samuel Winston a hero, and Tang Qi and Sally had already enjoyed the musical version.

Battle of Misty Bay!

Although it is not as vivid as a musical, the naval battle scene on the oil painting is even more special.

The rough sea, the surging strange fog, the dense naval warships, and the pirate warships that surrounded them like sharks and hyenas, led by the domineering Immortal, and the figure standing on the Immortal, wearing a scarlet cloak and a mysterious mask, artillery, pirates, corpses, wailing, and red-dyed waters......

Every detail of the oil painting is remarkably real.

Even, too real.

So it gives people a more shocking feeling, which is different from musicals.

But what surprised Tang Qi the most was the author of this oil painting.

Under his eyes, the first fragment of information flowed past.

"Oddities: The Immortal Earl, an oil painting of the Battle of the Misty Bay, written by Samuel Winston, the Immortal Earl...... Personally!"

"Myself?"

Tang Qi didn't expect that he would have such a harvest when he put it in the last museum.

How many fragments of information would a painting by Samuel Winston himself contain?

The extremely serious gaze fell on the oil painting at this time.

The tidal wave of information fragments really poured out.