A full month had passed, and Trood had had an uneventful month in a place he once knew so well. Because it is a neurological problem, it should not be underestimated, so in the unit, the work that Trode was assigned to was relatively easy. In addition to being in a daze from time to time, he didn't show any strange behavior, which also reassured the people around him. Also, considering his feelings, at the end of this month, the live-action CS that has been held as usual was temporarily canceled......

Generally speaking, it is a good thing that he can be in a daze as long as he is idle now, but this cancellation makes him not happy, because he still wants to see that place again......

Of course, Lao Liu and the others had also told him not to approach that side, and this was also the doctor's advice. In order not to cause trouble for them, Tlord decided to restrain himself a little bit today. By the time he thought so, he was already walking down the street.

I have to say that the sun is quite good today, and there is no wind, which is a very warm feeling from when Trode was in Northern Europe. Objectively speaking, this is much stronger than Northern Europe, but because there are barriers in his heart, Trode can't feel it.

Trood had no intention of visiting any of the shops, he just looked at the street, and the contrast was different. Of course, only a month has passed, and except for a slight change in the store's advertisement, the street is still the same, except for the ......

"Huh?"

In the corner of the antique market, a small shop with a very different style catches Trood's attention. Although it is called an antique market, it is not much different from an antique stall, and the price is not too expensive, but the authenticity ratio is also well known, so it is just a place to buy antiques and have fun.

Unlike the stalls, there are a handful of small shops around. Although bordering each other. But it's a completely different thing, and the price of what is here can buy something from a stall outside. It's just that these shopkeepers also have one characteristic - they don't make a fortune in the antique business.

Although the land rent is not expensive, it is a very sought-after location, and the people who can open shops here are some well-known local businessmen and celebrities, and the main reason for opening a store is to engage in some network exchanges through antiques. Of course, they also welcome some tourists who simply appreciate antiques with them. Trood was one of them before. Although he only knows about antiques, he likes to listen to some old legends.

And now, the extra bit caught Trode's attention, and he couldn't remember what the original store looked like, but that didn't matter. Now in front of him, a building that is mainly wooden like the surroundings, but exudes a strong European flavor, and those things hanging in front of the house, many of them can't even be called. Be curious. Tlord knocked on the wooden door, and there was a quick answer inside, signaling that he could enter.

When he entered the house, Trode found that the ornaments outside the house were only a drop in the bucket compared to the inside. The room was piled up with all sorts of ancient and modern Western things, and even to the extent of fur, Trode could see that there was something invaluable. And some things are very commonplace. Unlike other antique shops, they don't distinguish by addition. their location. Most of it is determined by the way it is placed, and the cluttered arrangement makes one wonder if this is not a storefront but a warehouse.

"Welcome to my store, although it's new, you're not my first customer, so don't think about discounts or anything like that." A witty voice came from the back room.

Then, at the end of the aisle formed by the stacking of props in the format. A man appeared. He was dressed in a purple-black sacrificial robe, he looked to be only about fifteen years old, his voice was a little weak, and his golden hair said that he was not a native of the country. Although such a child-level figure would not pay much attention to it at all if he stood on the street. But now it's completely different, and judging from what he said, he should be the owner of this shop.

"I'm sorry, I'm just coming to see if ......I want to buy something," Trode rubbed his hands, indicating that his wallet wasn't that big.

Seeing Trode like this, the shopkeeper also smiled, then shook his arm and pointed to the inside of the store and said: "Since we met, it is fate, as the host, it is natural to give a little gift to the guests who come from afar." ”

"No...... I can't afford it......" Trood waved his hand, but the shopkeeper smiled and said, "It's not a precious thing, come with me." ”

Trood had no choice but to follow him into the back room, the shop itself was not very large, and there were few rooms, and Trode followed the shopkeeper into a dark room in the innermost part. The first thing that catches your eye when you enter is a rectangular table with a large tablecloth, and the surrounding area is pitch black.

Even without the owner's introduction, Trode knew that this was a divination house, and Trode was relieved, if it was such a greeting gift, Trode could still accept it with peace of mind. But should I say that this store is slamming the door? Or is this owner too much personality? The divination crystal ball, which was supposed to be bigger than a person's head, was only a little bigger than the glass ball that the street kids were playing with......

As the shopkeeper had instructed, Trode posed, and the crystal ball glowed as if enchanted. After a few moments, the light clicked away. Trood looked at the crystal ball with amusement, although it was a little smaller, but it was still magical. But as if he saw what Trode was thinking, the shopkeeper reached under the table, pulled out a flashlight, and then moved the position of the crystal ball slightly, it turned out that there was a hole under the crystal ball, and the flashlight should have been placed there......

"Little trick," said the shopkeeper with a smile...... but the immature face made the tricked Trode unable to lose his temper at all. Trood smiled awkwardly and said, "Sure enough, magic is still a bit outrageous......"

The shopkeeper smiled mischievously and said, "Actually, that's how this thing is used......

He put the two items back in place, turned on the flashlight again, and gestured to the roof with a hint of a smile. Trood followed his finger and looked up, the pitch-black roof had been illuminated by the light through the crystal ball, and the image was still ...... (To be continued.) )