"Good luck Arthur...... One more clue. To be able to make a name for himself in the casino, this seems to be a man with a story. ”

Grandin took this message to heart.

He is no stranger to the Crown Casino, which is the famous gold grotto in Beckland, located south of the Joewood district, near the south of the bridge. If you want to go there, you have to go through half of Beckland, he still has a job, and if he wants to investigate, he can only wait until after the evening shift to see it.

Grandin's gaze fell on the gold coin in the display case again. His spirituality and instincts were silent, and he was not reminded of anything.

Extraordinary weapons have a time limit for how long they can be used, and they can't be kept for that long, so it seems to be a magical item. And it's rare, and I don't see any harm for the time being.

But even so, it is still necessary to implicitly warn the old sir not to use it lightly.

Thinking so, he turned to the viscount and said:

"Mr. Viscount, has you heard the story of the Aztec cursed gold coins that have been circulated among pirates?"

The old knight's sparse eyebrows on the left side were raised, and his expression was a little serious.

As a good man who has sailed on the sea, of course he has heard many strange stories that circulate on the sea.

"The story of a greedy man who accepted a gift, but then broke the agreement, and was cursed?"

Legend has it that a privateer captain named Fernando defeated a large tribe called the Aztecs on the Southern Grand Road. The people of the tribe gave all their treasures to survive, and the gold in the treasure was melted into 1,000 gold coins.

But Fernando reversed himself and squeezed all the wealth out of his tribes and put them on slave ships. All the people of this tribe eventually died in a mine somewhere.

Since then, legend has it that the tortured cries of the slaves and their vicious curses can be heard in the tunnels of the mines all day long.

The resentment eventually alarmed a great being. So the gold coins were cursed by Him, and anyone who held them would die a good death.

"You mean, this gold coin ......"

Of course, the well-informed old knight would not fully believe in the legend, but there was a truth to the fact that this story could be widely circulated on the sea, and he could not completely deny it.

"Of course this won't be the Aztec Curse Gold, after all, we're still standing here in its entirety. But I guess it has some similar effects. ”

Grandin's answer was objective.

"Mr. Viscount, have you seen any changes in your body lately?"

"I've recently ...... The only change seems to be that your eloquence has become better? Aha, that's not a good thing. ”

The old knight was optimistic.

"Sir!" The butler's eagerness was already written on his face, "If it's really that good, why would that Arthur sell it." ”

"Mr. Viscount, there are some gifts that seem like gratuitous gifts, just to take more from you."

Grandin also persuaded.

"Well, you guys are ...... Lacks some passion and a spirit of exploration of the unknown. What should I do, should I throw it away? ”

Old Sir was very sober, and perhaps he had already sensed where his change was coming from.

His beard was curled, and there was a narrow smile in his eyes:

"Mr. Grandin, this can't be your bargaining strategy, is it?"

"I do want to buy this gold coin and do my research. But I think it would be better for Mr. Viscount to go to church now for prayer and invite the priest to come to the exhibition hall for exorcism and purification. ”

Grandin replied calmly.

Gold coins and old sirs have developed a occult connection, and that connection doesn't go away just because you discard it. So the best thing to do is to let a professional handle it.

Even if he really wanted this ancient gold coin, he wouldn't risk someone else's life.

And I'm a professional myself, so I might send myself to deal with it, and maybe I'll have to introduce myself again when the time comes.

"Very solid advice, but it seems to lack some fun, like the sea is missing waves. I would have some regrets that this thing would end like this. ”

"Sir!"

The butler anxiously persuaded.

"Hans, adventurous and enterprising."

This seems to be the ancestral motto of the Spencer family, when the old sir reminded him. Hans, the butler, stopped talking, and he stood behind the old sir.

The old knight's adventurous spirit seems to have been fully ignited:

"When I used to wander the sea, I always prayed that I could join in a fantastical adventure, but unfortunately I never found the opportunity. In old age, it seems that fate has given me a gift and the opportunity to be the first listener of this story.

Mr. Grandin seems to be very good at reasoning and investigating, so can I entrust you to help me complete the story of this gold coin? I bought it for 2,000 gold pounds, and if you can bring me a legendary tale like the 'Aztec Gold Coins', I can sell it to you for 500 gold pounds. ”

His mustache trembled with excitement:

"Of course, there is a time limit for this commission. When I went to church to pray on Sunday, it stopped. At that time, I will ask the priest to perform an exorcism and purification, as you requested. ”

It was an order worth 1,500 gold pounds.

Old Sir had been holding this ancient gold coin for some time, but he didn't notice any significant side effects, so the danger was relatively manageable.

There was no reason for Grandin to refuse such a commission.

"I accept this commission, but please promise that if you feel any unwell, please go to church for help immediately."

He replied.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Hans, the butler, bowed.

The rest of the day, Grandin stood in the corner and silently observed the old knight.

He found that in addition to the old sir's eloquence, it seemed difficult for the audience to refuse the old sir's personal pitch, and within an hour he sold out a showroom of paintings.

The argument of selling 50 pairs a week seems to be conservative.

"Is it because these people have the intention to buy in the first place?"

Grandin thought as he looked at the spectators who were looking at the paintings with blank cards.

Perhaps because he had been in the exhibition hall for too long, the waiter handed over the blank cards and pens again.

"No, thanks, I don't need to."

After he subconsciously refused, he chuckled in his heart.

"Improve your eloquence and be good at persuasion...... Is the act of handing over a card a bribe? ”

At this moment, Grandin thought he was a little closer to the truth.

After repeated investigations and found no harm in the gold coins, Grandin took his leave. Spencer warmly retained him and suggested that we go to the small lounge for a cup of afternoon tea.

Grandin, who already had a rough guess, glanced at the gold coin that seemed to be shining and firmly refused.

He returned to the police booth, drank ginger beer (the drink was non-alcoholic), and recorded the information he had gathered that afternoon in his diary. Then used that romance novel to pass the rest of the duty time.

After work, he was going to take a look at the Crown Casino.