During the time he was in contact with Fair, Yu Siqi soon realized that the person in front of him had the wisdom and conversation that was not lost to the priest. Especially when it comes to communication, he is always very comfortable. There is nothing that displeased you, not at all.

In this way, the more Yu Siqi chatted with him, the more speculative he became.

In the end, the two even put aside the collection and talked to each other about their own affairs.

"As for your time capacity, please forgive me for my ignorance in this regard, and for not being able to provide you with any useful guidance. But I have something here that may be relevant to you. ”

Fair was so excited that he pulled Yu Siqi to a mural, didn't look at the painting, and directly stood on tiptoe to take the painting down.

Looking at the mural that was thrown aside by Fair, Yu Siqi noticed that he was obviously not as careful as the other collections when dealing with the murals. This made him a little concerned, so he asked curiously: "Don't you feel sorry for your paintings?" ”

"You said it was my own painting, why should I feel sorry for my own work?"

Fell asked nonchalantly.

"I thought that painters would cherish their works more!"

Yu Siqi's three views were quickly subverted by Fair's next sentence.

"If you're like me, one painting a day, six hundred years later. I will find that they are not much more 'noble' to me personally than the paste on the wall. ”

Phil's mood fluctuated slightly as he said this. However, he was good at disguising himself, and he changed the topic in an instant.

As the dark compartment behind the mural was opened, Fell carefully pulled out the private collection he wanted to share with Yu Siqi.

It looks like a very high-tech rectangular box, surrounded by a special liquid, and fixed with unique buttons in the four corners of the box.

"What is this?"

Yu Siqi couldn't remember how many times he had asked the exact same sentence that night, and Fell didn't know how many times he had answered his question in the same tone.

"Part of someone."

Fell replied casually, as if he had been frightened by himself. Turning his face stiffly, he looked at Yu Siqi and said, "I hope you won't feel any 'discomfort' when you see this." ”

In fact, when he heard the previous sentence, Yu Siqi had already begun to guess that this would not be another skull, torso or something. As a result, when Fair's fingers ran through the liquid and opened the box, Yu Siqi saw a living arm.

"The arms of the Time Walker, this is a very, very rare surviving specimen, even rarer than more than half of my collection. No one knows how it was abandoned in the armory, and no one knows how many years it has passed. The only thing I know is that it has a small scale of time-warping effects, which is very magical. Unfortunately, it is inconvenient to store and extremely cumbersome to use. Usually I only think about it when I don't want to get out of bed, or when I'm planning to take a vacation. Of course, it's just remembering. Actually, it's really not once. ”

Fair, as before, introduced the origin of this arm to Yu Siqi in a similar way of explanation. Maybe it's because he's seen something more disgusting than this, and a fresh arm doesn't cause him excessive 'discomfort'. Although, he still couldn't quite understand why Fell was showing him this.

Fortunately, the other party gave a supplement in time.

"I guess you might ask, 'Why are you showing me this?' and something like that. Actually, the reason why I want to introduce you to this arm. In large part, it stems from one of my own assumptions. It seems to me that the time walkers themselves may have inadvertently changed their body structure due to the many times they have traveled through time. This change is evident and helps them grow themselves. Of course, the above is just my personal assumption because of an arm that I don't know where it came from. ”

Fer quickly put the arm back in the box, stuffed it back into the dark compartment, and hung up the mural he had a little dislike.

"How do you know for sure that this arm has a time-warping effect? I mean, listening to your tone, you don't seem to have used it, do you? ”

Yu Siqi asked about a topic that he was very concerned about.

"I really haven't used it officially. But you can't deny that I have the ability and means to identify treasures, can you? My eyes can see clearly what is mortal and what is a treasure. ”

When Fell said this, his eyes were also aimed at Yu Siqi's index finger, as if to imply that he actually knew what you were wearing in your hand.

"So, after knowing its extraordinary 'background'. How do you find out what it does? ”

Yu Siqi moved his hand behind him slightly, and asked casually.

"As a good friend of Albert's, I have a whole set of equipment and tools that he custom-made for me. At the same time, I have developed several laboratories for the selection and classification of treasures. You don't really think that I, the dean of Invalides, am in vain, do you? Let me tell you, I am very interested in collecting. After all, collecting is my main job, and painting is just a side job. ”

Fell wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief that he didn't know where it came from.

"But we always have to face the problem that your ability to draw is far better than that of being a collector."

Wan Jie's cold words shocked Fair. The latter looked at Wan Jie, who was wearing a nightgown, in surprise, and walked towards him barefoot.

Listen to Fair's whispered mutter, 'Water and water on the ground'

Yu Siqi could even imagine how tormented he was at this moment.

"I thought you had gone to sleep, honorable tax collector."

However, Phil is also a person who has seen the world, no matter how anxious he is, he can greet Wan Jie without changing his face and heartbeat.

"It's too noisy inside. Your operating room design is quite a failure, and you don't even have good sound insulation. Are you going to make me have nightmares listening to other people's moans of pain? ”

Wan Jie combed her wet hair with the comb she had with her. As a large number of droplets of water dripped from the tips of her hair onto the carpet, Fell finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Please don't do that, Tax Collector. These rugs can be a hassle to replace, so if you really want to dry your hair, why not use the dryer inside? ”

Fell said in an extremely restrained tone, as if he was about to cry.

"I don't like to use that, it's not good for my hair."

Wan Jie stubbornly threw out this sentence, then waved her hand and said, "You go on, just when I don't exist." The atmosphere inside was a bit depressing, so I took a breath and went back to rest. ”

"Oh well"

How helpless Fell's three words are, I'm afraid anyone who still has eyes can see it. But even so, he was not moved. This psychological quality really made Yu Siqi can't help but look sideways at him.