The old gentleman walked into the antique shop and looked curiously at the surrounding furnishings, the old shop windows, cheap iron shelves, and the almost random placement of "antiques" almost perfectly reflected the positioning of the store:

Except for the real money collected in the whole store, there is nothing that is not fake.

But even so, the old gentleman, who was dressed not at all like a normal citizen of the lower city, was still looking at the contents of the shop with interest, and it was not until Duncan's voice came from the direction of the counter that he finally turned his gaze.

"It's a funny saying," laughed the old gentleman, "to take away what is destined...... Things aside, this is a beautiful sentence in itself. ”

"Actually, it's not enough to have fate, you have to have money," Duncan smiled back, "but fortunately, nothing is expensive here—is there anything you want?" ”

"Uh...... I'm not here to buy something," the old gentleman opened his mouth, "actually, ......"

As a result, before he finished speaking, Duncan continued enthusiastically: "It's good to buy it or not, maybe there will be one that catches the eye?" ”

The old gentleman couldn't help showing a trace of helplessness on his face: "You ...... It's all fake. ”

"That's right," Duncan took it for granted, "can the real thing be placed here—I don't even have an security door in this store, and I just can't get the thief back." ”

The old gentleman's face twitched obviously, probably because he didn't expect the antique store manager selling fakes in front of him to have such a calm mentality, so he choked for a few seconds before he spoke: "...... That ......"

"I'm good at convincing myself, just take me here as an antique store, a self-satisfied, realistic, take me here as a grocery store, a good quality and cheap, and recognize the reality and want to deceive yourself, I congratulate him on finding gold bricks in the garbage heap, and the whole store is a genuine thing and he has come across it, very fateful - anyway, the main reason for spending thirty or fifty is to be happy, you are no more than a hundred when you are on me, and you can get a crystallization of modern industry, think about it, isn't it quite cost-effective?"

The old gentleman listened to Duncan's crooked reasoning and heresy for a moment, probably because he usually had no social experience in this area, and he couldn't react at once, and then, his eyes suddenly fell on a corner next to the counter, and the expression on his face changed slightly.

Duncan was seriously immersed in the pleasure of doing business, when he noticed the change in the old man's gaze, and then suddenly remembered something, but before he could speak, he saw the old man stretch out his hand to the corner: "This thing ......"

In the midst of a pile of debris, he found an ancient, but extremely well-preserved dagger.

He took the dagger out.

It was one of the only two genuine items from the Lost Country that Duncan had hidden in the clutter pile.

The other was a cast-iron cannonball placed deeper in the debris pile.

Duncan wanted to divert the old gentleman's attention at first, but then he noticed the change in the other man's expression and the professional demeanor when he checked the pattern of the dagger scabbard, and immediately realized one thing:

The old gentleman may be a "professional".

Duncan frowned, his gaze sweeping over the dagger.

It's not a big deal—it's not a supernatural item, it doesn't carry curses, pollution, or other "sea products", and although it was brought from the Lost Homeland, it's essentially the same as a normal "antiquity".

An ordinary object, if he reacts too much, it will be wrong.

"This thing ......," the old gentleman repeated again, and he looked up at Duncan with some surprise, "is it also a 'merchandise' in the store?" ”

This gentleman's words are very tactful, but the implication is quite obvious: how can you mix up the real thing in your pile of fakes? What happens when you make a mistake at work?

Duncan guessed that this was a knowledgeable person as soon as he saw the other party's reaction, and at this time, it would not be right for him to pretend to be stupid and illiterate, but he should admit it appropriately, so he restrained his smile and turned with a hint of incomprehension: "Look, isn't this just a matter of fate?" ”

Then he cleared his throat and looked serious: "Most of the items in the store are discounted, except for a few, such as this one in your hand." ”

The old gentleman immediately glanced back at the shelves, his eyes swept over the "modern handicrafts" with a price tag of hundreds of thousands and discounts, and he didn't know what he had made up, and he immediately felt that this seemingly dilapidated antique shop became mysterious and interesting, he carefully put the dagger on the counter, as if he was about to ask the price, but at this moment a bell rang suddenly sounded from the door, interrupting his movements.

Duncan looked up at the door of the store and saw Nina.

"Uncle Duncan, I'm back!" As soon as Nina entered, she shouted in the direction of the counter, "Has Mr. Morris arrived?" ”

"I didn't see it," Duncan glanced inside, "I'm entertaining ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the old gentleman in front of him cough dryly, and then raised his hand and pointed at himself: "My name is Morris." ”

Duncan: "......? ”

"Mr. Morris!" Nina also saw the old gentleman in front of the counter at this time, and immediately exclaimed in surprise, and then she visibly became nervous like every student who bumped into the teacher after school, and stood up straight, "Good afternoon! ”

Duncan looked at Nina and then at the old man in front of him, his eyes wandering back and forth twice, feeling that the atmosphere was finally awkward.

"I wanted to introduce myself from the beginning," the old gentleman spread his hands helplessly, "I was interrupted by you before I could speak, and then you began to introduce me to the things in the store......"

Nina also reacted to what was happening at this time, and immediately noticed the dust-looking dagger placed on the counter, and hurriedly took two steps forward: "Teacher, don't buy it!" Everything in my store is fake! ”

Duncan gave the girl a strange look in his eyes, and wondered how this kid could be so honest that he sold his own details in less than a second in front of the teacher—although it made no difference whether she sold or not, given the level of the goods in the store and the eyes of Morris, a historian......

On the other side, Mr. Morris shook his head after hearing Nina's words, and raised his hand to point to the dagger on the counter: "This one is real." ”

Nina was stunned: "...... Yes? ”

"This dagger is supposed to have been from a century ago, and was one of the favorite tools of the seafarers of the central city-states of Prand and Lensa, but due to the bankruptcy of the forge and the susceptibility of goods to sea to wind and waves, there are very few in existence today, and most of them are in very poor condition......"

Morris said, carefully picking up the dagger on the counter, pulling the blade out and continuing in an exclamatory tone, "I...... I've never seen it so well preserved, it looks like it was still in normal use not long ago, with a sharp blade that slides through the paper, and there is not a single blemish on the whole body......"

"It also comes with an original scabbard," Duncan added, "and if you look closely, you'll see that even the buckle on the back of the scabbard is original." ”

When Morris heard this, he quickly carefully inspected the dagger's scabbard and accessories, and the surprise in his eyes was even greater: "This ...... I really didn't pay attention to it just now...... Oh, my God! It looks like it just came out of the pocket of a sailor from a century ago! If it weren't for the confidence in my eyes, I even suspect that this is an amazing imitation...... But it ...... even the pattern on the joint of the shank and a special flaw at the end of the shank."

Speaking of this, he suddenly wondered, looked up at Duncan, and then looked at Nina next to him, the historian was not confident: "It's really not an imitation?" ”

When Nina heard this, she quickly waved her hand: "Uncle can't imitate such a real thing......"

Duncan's eyes jumped and he looked at his niece: "Go upstairs and do your homework!" ”

Nina was stunned for a moment: "I don't have homework today......"

"Then read the book!"

Nina stuck out her tongue and walked in small steps towards the stairs, but after taking two steps, she glanced back at her history teacher: "Mr. Morris, don't forget that you are here to visit......"

"Of course, I have a lot to talk to Mr. Duncan," said Morris, smiling as the old gentleman looked radiant, "you go upstairs and read first—don't worry, I'm not going to sue my student behind my back." ”

Nina looked at Uncle Duncan and her teacher suspiciously—she didn't seem to have expected this "home visit" to begin in such a way.

But the next moment, she suddenly showed a smile again for some reason.

The girl ran briskly up the stairs.