The harp in that picture is made in the shape of a wing. This is not the usual shape of a harp, but a specially made one. No one would deliberately imitate this kind of thing. Because Thomas himself is just a barely improvising musician, his musical attainments are very limited. Then again, at St. Jean, music and the like didn't exist as male entertainment in the first place.

It was indeed this harp, and Ashrufat had seen Thomas playing silently alone many times. He was 100% sure he wasn't wrong.

But how did Thomas come here? According to the custom of St. Jean, when a nobleman was buried in the earth, the only plausible funerary goods were his helmet and weapons, and everything else was to be left as an inheritance. It's the same with Thomas.

Before his death, Thomas gave the most valuable things in his property to Ashrufat and Leo, and the harp, like other relics, was left to the heirs, but the problem was that Thomas had no heirs. His castle and land should be given to some other nobleman, and Thomas's servants would most likely be disbanded.

From this point of view, it is not surprising that the servants inherited (or divided) a part of the old master's relics and left.

Perhaps it was some servant who had been given the harp and was forced to sell it because of his hardships after he left. Of course, in order to increase the price, he would label the harp with a special provenance, so that the most obscure thing went into the hands of the art dealer.

"This ......" Ashrufat stepped forward and grabbed the fellow. "How do you sell this piano?" he asked.

"Oh, my lord, you're interested in this. The guy was happy to see that someone was interested, "There's an auction tonight......" He looked at the sky, and it was almost dusk. "Actually, it's going to start soon...... This is the 'Silver Wings', a treasure that many luthiers dream of. And he's a relic of General Thomas, so it's worth a fortune!", he explained, foaming at the mouth.

Ashrufat really didn't know much about the piano and didn't understand what this "silver wings" meant.

"Where is this auction going to be?" he asked further.

......

Beller showed his invitation, and was immediately welcomed into the house.

This is an unremarkable house in the city of Mir, although it is quite large, but it looks ordinary and featureless inside and out. In a word, this house is far less gorgeous than that gilded invitation.

"The Governor has come to the house in person, and it really makes the puff shine in the lower peng...... a gray-haired, thin man, about sixty or seventy years old, greeted him, and from the tone of his voice, this one should be the master. Bayral politely remarked, and after a few short words, he smoothly turned the topic to the auction.

"Are you interested in this auction too?" the merchant looked at Beller with a very keen eye. Although Bayrell completely resisted this effort to observe words, Robin next to him was not so calm. The old businessman got the information he wanted from Robin's face.

"If the Governor wants, of course, it is an absolute priority. The old merchant promised. They turned a few corridors and came to a large room. In this room, there is a whole row of glass boxes, each containing an item.

"Look, my lord, this is one of the most precious trophies of the Battle of the White Fort, the helmet of a champion warrior of the evil gods. The old merchant explained in detail, but to be honest, this horned helmet was rough enough. "Although it looks inconspicuous, it bears the mark of the Chaos Evil God engraved on it. The magicians say that this thing also contains the power of chaos. ”

"Can you take a closer look?" Berald suggested. He wasn't interested in any Chaos Evil God in the first place—as long as the White Castle was still in the hands of humans, the Chaos Evil God was a distant thing—but the old merchant's eyebrows fluttered to make him a little curious.

"Can I take a closer look?" he asked.

"Absolutely. The old merchant opened the glass case and motioned for Béral to fetch it himself.

Béral reached for the helmet, and as his hand touched it, he felt a tingling mixed with pain coming from his fingers, as if he were not holding a helmet, but a steel needle. Before he could react, a wave of dizziness came over his head, and for a moment, he seemed to hear a voice whispering in his ear. The voice incited him to kill, to slaughter, to stain his weapons with blood, to trample humans under his feet, to listen to their dying wails, to enjoy the thrill of the victors.

But Bayral immediately resisted the voice with his own strong will. The feeling in his hand disappeared immediately, and he found himself still standing there, helmet in hand, while the old merchant and Robin were watching him.

"Looks like this thing is real. He whispered, then put his helmet back. He was sure that it had only been a very brief moment, and even Robin hadn't noticed his anomaly.

"Sir, why don't you wear it......" Robin was surprised, he had expected Beller to try on the helmet.

"No, it's not necessary. "Sure enough, is this the power of Chaos? God knows what would have happened if I had put on this helmet just now, or if the whispers in my ears had been a little stronger. Is it really okay to give such a thing to such a merchant who doesn't know anything?" Béral felt uneasy, and then he saw the old merchant's hand reach into the glass case, trying to straighten his helmet a little straighter.

"Wait......" Bayrell stretched out his hand to stop it, but it was too late. The old merchant's hand pinched the helmet and straightened it.

"My lord, what's wrong?" Robin noticed the change in his face.

"No...... It's not ...... "doesn't it work for the average person?" but this thing is a bit dangerous...... Maybe I should buy it? No, no! That way, the next time the old man will bring a bunch of these things. It's better to let him not be able to sell it.

The old merchant, however, did not notice his thoughts at all, and led Béral to a second glass cabinet containing a harp made in the shape of wings. Although the harp looks a bit old, many places, such as the position of the wooden handle, have been polished. But this thing is still very complete, and it can be seen that it is well maintained.

"This is the legendary 'Silver Wings'. "The old businessman's courteous introduction. "Legend has it that a treasure was created by an ancient elven luthier using a technique that is now lost. It is the most precious treasure in the hearts of the great musicians and bards, and it is said that there are no more than twenty in the entire Anthropocene. But its value was more than that, its former owner was General Thomas, the invincible commander of St. Jean's pride, who played the harp before he died. ”

"Really?" said Beller, trying his best to make himself look disinterested. "But for us vulgar soldiers, this thing is just a harp. ”

After being sure that he had won the final victory, the old general, who was tired and sick, played the last song of his life in the sunset, and then closed his eyes with loneliness and satisfaction, drawing an end to his life. There may be all kinds of flaws and shortcomings in this life, but as a general, he has reached the highest peak he can reach.

I don't know what the road is about, but this imagination unconsciously appeared in Beller's mind, so that he did not even hear the old merchant's introduction to the other treasures, but only dealt with the past perfunctorily with words such as "ah", "um", "so it is".

"Is there anything of particular interest to you?" said the old merchant with eager eyes.

"A little bit...... I'm kind of interested. Beller replied vaguely. "How much does this helmet cost?"

"These things are decided by auction, and although the starting price is not high, I think it will definitely be sold at a high price. The old merchant explained. "But if the Governor wants, I can use ...... The price of two hundred gold coins will be sold to you first. ”

It's so dark, it's really worthy of such an age. Beller sneered in his stomach. A hundred gold coins is equivalent to a sky-high price, and it has to be doubled......

"In that case, why don't you be embarrassed, let me go to the auction. Then again, it's about the same time. ”

The two sides were polite again, but Bayral had already made up his mind. The old merchant saw that his plan could not succeed, so he could only let Bayer go to the auction hall.

Of course, as a "bring an invitation" guest, Béral was taken to a very good position at the front. As he was about to sit down and wait for the auction to begin, Robin tugged at his sleeve.

"My lord, do you see that corner......

Beller looked behind him and saw Ashrufat.

"My lord, he didn't leave, but came back, and came here?" said Robin softly. "I don't know what he wants to do. ”

"Nothing, it's just that he's confident, and as for what he wants to do......," Beller replied, squinting at Ashrufat's every move and watching the others around him closely. After making sure that there was only one person on the other side, Bayral sat back down. "Don't worry, he's just going to the auction. Maybe he had a crush on something. ”

Because the auction hadn't started yet, the two of them could only sit so bored.

"General," Robin said suddenly. "What you told me yesterday, I thought about it for a long time after I went back. ”

"Oh. ”

"When you say that about me, do you lack a certain quality in me, a quality that I lack to be a general?"

"That's how you can understand it. Bayral hesitated slightly this time before answering. "But if you're going to be a pastry chef, you're good enough. The king's pastry chef doesn't necessarily win against you. ”

"General, I'm serious about asking you!" Robin almost burst into tears.

"I'm kidding, Robin, I'm kidding!" the smile on Beller's face faded. "It should be said that there is one key ingredient that you lack, and that is courage. Of course, you are still young, and something may happen in the future that will change you completely. ”

"Courage, I ......"

"Robin, do you think you can face any enemy and fight to the death?" Beller asked. "It's a pity that it wasn't real courage, or rather, it wasn't the courage of a general. ”