Lucy walked out of the labyrinthine narrow alley, and found out the location of the antique shop from a poor prostitute controlled by drugs, and after the other party got a little payment, he had to invite Lucy to have a unique "fish and water fun", only need to add a little money, Lucy of course showed a look of disgust, and refused mercilessly, and then the other party followed behind Lucy, all the way miserable and said that he had several children to raise, and one of the fathers of those children died on the street because of the gangsters, The second is because he drank and beat himself all day long, and finally simply abandoned himself to find a new love, the third is a small boss with a little money, but he just wants to be happy for a while, regardless of whether his children live or die, his desire to marry him with a child threat was in vain, and the last one is a responsible guy, who said that he would raise him before he was pregnant, and after giving birth, he patted his ass and ran away, and his son has never seen a face, and it is really bitter to be a woman in this world, and he is the most bitter one. Now those poor children are waiting to be fed, and they have no business for a long time because of old age and decay, and if they continue like this, their children will starve to death, even if you don't pity yourself, think that you deserve it, you have to pity the poor children, the tone is full of begging, and there is a very sincere sad look on his face between the words, Lucy naturally didn't bother anymore, and sped up his pace and left directly. The prostitute-woman began to talk about her life experience, and she was clearly willing to embark on the road of drugs, and then she began to do skin-flesh business in order to raise drugs, and she couldn't complain that she was controlled by the guy with ulterior motives in that way, and it was self-inflicted to have so many children without the ability to support them, for this kind of self-depraved guy, Lucy thinks that there is no need to give pity, kindness will only be used by them to deceive sympathy again and again, maybe she will be scolded as a fool behind her back after giving mercy and relief, After all, people like them have long lost their courtesy, righteousness, shame and basic morality, and they can do anything for money.

Lucy knew that after she got rid of the woman, the other party raised her middle finger in her back and spat on it.

According to the prostitute, Lucy walked along the Thames to a small antique shop on Victoria Street, and walking along the Thames River, Lucy remembered that she had fought with Su Ying and Liu Mo in the vicinity of the "overload training" in the organization base, and the other party was a false god called "Cross".

The antique shop called "Florin" is too small to be inconspicuous, and even though the street is close to the famous Big Ben and Westminster Abbey, it is crowded, but if you don't pay close attention to Victoria Street, you won't find such a "hidden" place.

However, being able to have a place in such a busy street where land is expensive is also the skill of the store manager.

Lucy pushed the door open and walked into the antique shop, greeted by a pleasant scent of wood as old as this antique shop.

The antique shop displays many antique items, such as a pendulum that looks very old at first glance, weathered and rusty European medieval armor, and some ancient objects collected from all over the world.

"The boss must be an old antique too." The corners of Lucy's mouth turned up slightly, and she thought to herself.

Sure enough, looking ahead, there was only one gray-haired old man in the antique shop who looked more like a Frenchman, and the old man was flipping through a book under the table, which was not made of paper or sheepskin like other books, but was made of delicately smooth young bark, and the cover was tightly wrapped in brass, and it was engraved with words or strange symbols......

The old man didn't seem to open this antique shop for business, and when he saw a customer walk into the store, he didn't show any warm welcome at all, not even a word, just glanced up, frowned, and continued to study the books with his head down.

"Excuse me, are you the store manager here?" Lucy's accent is pure RP accent (queen's accent).

The old man seemed to be a little interested in the other party's accent, so he stopped flipping through the book, closed the book, and looked at Lucy, "I didn't expect that you, a little girl, also like these old things. Which antique do you like? We can't bargain here. We're here at a fixed price)."

Lucy shook her head, "I'm from the Bedivere family. I'd like to ask you something."

Because Lucy had eaten a lot of closed-door soup with those "club" owners in the SOHO area before, she went straight to the point and reported her name, thinking that since you are so jealous of my family, then she should not be swept away immediately.

The old man's expression changed, and he began to look at the blonde and blue-eyed mixed-race woman in front of him, and after a long time, he nodded slowly, muttering in his heart, "It seems to be a little similar to him."

The old man once promised an old friend that he would tell the Bedwell family the whereabouts of the treasure that the old friend had brought out of the family, so as to fill the guilt he had always felt in his heart, but the old man could not trust the now "notorious" Bedwell family, and thought that he should not tell them the news, otherwise he would be acting for the tiger and aiding the abuse, but the old man felt that the girl from the Bedwell family today did not look like a bad person, and she seemed to have a mysterious aura on her body.

The old man thinks that he has lived a lot of years, and he will never look away from people.

"What's the relationship between you and William Bedivere?" The old man asked again in order to finalize his inner thoughts.

Lucy was stunned, then took two steps forward excitedly, "He's my father. Do you know him? ”

Lucy was overjoyed that she had found the right person this time.

The old man smiled with satisfaction, the girl in front of him who didn't look like a bad guy was actually the daughter of an old man, so there was no problem at all.

"I want to tell you a secret." The old man was ready to tell what he knew.

"A Secret?" Lucy furrowed her charming eyebrows.

The old man nodded, motioned for Lucy to sit down, and the latter sat casually on a priceless antique wooden stool, purchased from a Chinese tomb robber, said to be from the Qing Dynasty, made of golden silk nanmu.

"Your father brought a treasure from the family, but he was afraid that he would be avenged by enemies outside the family, so he told it to my best friend. So he told me about this dear friend)."

“It's a scabbard. He told me to bury it under the ground in front of Arthur's tomb in Glastonbury."

“Go there and have a look, kid. There may be some surprises."

Lucy was in a trance for a while, she vaguely felt that the death of her parents was not so simple, so she came to London just to gather some information about the "Kore Brothers" gangster, so that she could peel back the cocoon and find some clues, and now she actually learned the whereabouts of the treasure that her father had brought out of the family.

It seems to have a feeling that it was all effortless.

"Do you know anything about Kray twins? ）”

The old man shook his head slowly, "These things are too complicated, I advise you not to try to find out, kid. Go and find that treasure, maybe it's your father's wish. Go and find that treasure, maybe it's a wish of your father)."

Lucy's smart brain, which is considered to have been developed to a great extent compared to ordinary people and even world geniuses, thought for a moment and nodded, "Thank you and good health."

"Good luck." The old man smiled.

When the blonde daughter of the old man left the antique shop, the old man whispered, "I hope you can see that legendary place. I've been there several times and I've got nothing."

A few minutes later, a woman with a good figure and a large breasts walked out, and judging by her youthful and beautiful appearance, no one would have known that this woman was almost seven hundred years old.

The woman's white and full chest trembled as she walked, making people worry that their clothes would be stretched open, and a small pomegranate-red stone with a translucent appearance hung on the white swan's neck, which hung down to the ravines of the woman's chest.

"A guest just arrived?" The stunningly old woman asked.

"Nothing, daughter of an old friend." The old man replied faintly, and continued to flip through the books of the ancient and huge book under the table.

“By the way, we can get out of here. We have to find the next location." The old man said lightly, because he had finally kept his promise, so he smiled, "Go to Devon. It's a beautiful place."

The woman nodded.

This old man, who has traveled almost all over the world, and now opens such a small antique shop on this bustling Victoria street in England, is not to make money, but just to keep the secret of his old friend, waiting to tell him about it, in fact, has a legendary life:

Born in 1330, he was well educated, proficient in Latin, Greek, calligraphy and copying. In Paris, he made a living selling books and copying articles, and he also took in students, teaching them to copy and illustrate. After a certain event, he became rich and built fourteen hospitals in Paris, and built and renovated churches.

In March 1417, his funeral was held in his hometown, but when the tomb robbers dug up the grave, there was nothing left in the coffin.

In 1612, it was claimed that a book had been compiled from the manuscripts he had left behind, and at the end of the century, Newton, who was keen on alchemy, translated it from French into English.

In 1761, a man named Samuel saw him and his wife under the arches of the Paris Opera.

In Paris, 1929, Louis Powell told a few recent stories, one of which was about the actions of an old man who resembled him.

Nicholas Flamel, the first and only person to refine the Stone of the Successful Sage, is clearly recorded in history.