Lord of Secrets

Slowly, the dance ended, and Mr. and Mrs. Smith also found Ubermore. Under his leadership, they walked toward the door in the middle.

Inside is a spacious hall with many display cabinets on which are many antiques, ceramic items, rusty iron swords, strange stones...

At this time, Smith's butler came to Smith, handed a piece of paper to Smith, and then said to him: "Master, this is our counter number!"

Smith nodded, and then introduced to Ubermo: "Amon-Ra, here are items that other people intend to sell or exchange. If you like a certain item, you can find the responsible steward."

Umbermo nodded slightly when he heard this.

After Smith's butler handed over the note, he returned to a counter with "No. 45" written on it.

"But if you like something, buy it as soon as possible. Otherwise, if someone else trades it first, you will have to ask him to see if you can part with it."

Smith reminded.

Ubermo looked around and began to look for items with a mysterious aura.

"Okay, Amon-Ra, let's go take a look first. If we see something good later, I'll ask you to help identify it." Smith said at this time.

Ubermore turned his head and nodded in understanding.

Seeing Mr. and Mrs. Smith leaving, Ubermore also walked to the other side.

"...oil painting, fake..."

"Death Canoe...Master Sculptor Gar..."

"Puppet amphora... Viscount Gerald's burial object..."

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After a moment, he came to the thing with the strongest mysterious aura in his perception.

Ubermo looked over. It was an oil painting. It looked like a lot of black mist, giving it a hazy feeling. Apart from that, there were only two golden light spots slightly close to each other, like golden gems.

He immediately thought of the oil painting he had seen at Smith's house before, which was very similar.

"Jia Feisiye..."

Then a picture seemed to appear in his eyes, this time a little blurry.

Based on his own analysis, Ubermo knew that it was a dark hut with the windows closed and only a faint light entering, making the hut a bit gloomy.

The candles on the table were not lit, and a woman in a cloak stretched out her pale hands and painted slowly.

Then, she cut her wrist with a dagger, and blood splashed on the painting. Suddenly, Ubermo saw some changes in the painting.

Black and red intertwined!

The earth is black and the sky is black.

A figure walked in the black earth, blood soaked the surroundings, like a crimson mist.

The owner of the black figure only had a pair of golden eyes. If you look carefully, the eyes seemed to be full of red spider webs. She seemed to be walking towards Ubermo, leaving bloody marks behind her, like footprints.

Something seemed to be disappearing behind her.

Ubermo suddenly felt some chaotic murmurs ringing in his ears, crazy and bloody, as if coming from the abyss.

Suddenly, the screen disappeared.

Ubermo let out a breath, looked at the formally dressed middle-aged butler and said, "Mr. Butler, I want this painting!"

When the butler heard this, he immediately said: "Sir, you can take this oil painting for 100 berries."

Ubermo was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Is there any process required?"

He does have some banknotes on him now. Although not too much, it is enough to pay for this oil painting.

It's just that he doesn't quite understand the process involved. After all, if a large amount of money is involved in a transaction, it is not convenient for them to trade directly here.

Hearing this, the housekeeper looked at the young man in front of him and said politely: "If you don't have cash for the time being, you can just write an IOU."

For the young man in front of him, the middle-aged housekeeper is not worried that he will default on his debt. After all, he can come here at least with some status. If he refuses to pay for something that is not too expensive, then he simply does not want to be in the upper class society.

Ubermo took out 100 beli directly from his arms and handed it to the middle-aged butler. Then the other party took out a delicate note and said: "Sir, please give me your invitation letter."

Ubermo gave the invitation letter to the other party. After reading it, he handed it back to Ubermo and said, "Thank you, Mr. Amon-Ra!"

Afterwards, he wrote down the items being traded and the name of the trader on the slip of paper.

Oil painting "Two Points in the Dark"... Seeing this name, Ubermore wanted to complain. It was so uneducated. He didn't know which noble it was.

20... Immediately he looked at the counter number and wrote it down briefly.

"Okay, sir, this piece of paper is proof of our transaction. After the banquet is over in the evening, please come here to pick up your oil painting." At this time, the butler gave the note to Ubermo. There is a seal on it, which can be seen as "Flor".

Yuri's seals are used differently according to different statuses. Generally, only nobles above Marquis can have family crests. When using a seal, you can use the family crest as proof. As for other nobles, they generally only use their own names.

Ubermore nodded and said, "I know!"

Then, he saw the middle-aged housekeeper covering the oil painting with a piece of black cloth.

Regarding this behavior, Ubermo nodded secretly in his mind. It could prevent some disputes. After all, there was already a buyer.

Ubemo then walked forward along the divided passage, feeling a little emotional in his heart. This was not a banquet at all, but more like a market.

Then, he continued to walk inside. There was another item with a hint of mystery, but he did not have too high expectations.

After all, the greater the negative effect of the seal, the stronger the ability. Other mysterious items also follow this point, but most of them are still of little use.

And since it can be brought here, it should be an item that does not have much impact. After all, if it is like the pair of crystal shoes on Tamaya's feet before, it may have been abnormal long ago. The owner died and would not come to the banquet.

Just like this oil painting, it is stained with some mystery, but it has no effect, and the negative effects can be basically ignored.

Ubemo just felt that the historical traces of this oil painting were indescribably weird. Maybe this oil painting was once considered a seal, but with the passage of time, the mystery has slowly disappeared.

At this time, Mrs. Smith found Ubemo and said to him: "Amon-Ra!"

Ubemo then looked over in the direction of the voice and said: "Mrs. Smith, do you need help?"

Ubemo had a guess about why Mrs. Smith came to him.

Mrs. Smith walked towards him and said gently: "I do need your help. Smith has taken a fancy to a sculpture, but he is a little hesitant. He wants you to use your ocean-like historical knowledge to identify it."

Ubemo then said: "It's my honor!"

He did not refuse. Although there was another mysterious item over there, Ubemo did not take it too seriously.

Ubemo followed Mrs. Smith to counter No. 55 and saw Smith and three men.

One of them, standing straight and energetic, stood behind the other two men. He should be the butler of one of them.

The one on the left was the Bailing Lake he had seen before. The man on the other side was a little fat, with greasy skin, and a black mole on the upper left corner of his eye.

Smith saw Amun-Ra and introduced him to the other two men:

"This is Amun-Ra, my neighbor, a historian!

"This is Viscount Bailinghu, and this is Viscount Lori."

Bailinghu looked at Ubermo and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Historian? It seems that Baron Smith is very optimistic about Mr. Amun-Ra! "

Historians still have a certain status in Yuri. After all, a group of tomb robbers and archaeologists have emerged in the Yuri Kingdom, and new history often appears or is supplemented.

And those nobles will also learn a certain amount of history in order to show their own cultivation, so that they will not appear ignorant and without connotation when chatting.

In Yuri, the word "scholar" symbolizes erudition, second only to "prophet" and "priest". For the words spread from the northern continent, they think that historians are more knowledgeable than historians, and have more outstanding research and discrimination abilities, rather than just being proficient in history.

Nobles like to collect antiques. Although historians are not professional treasure appraisers, historians still have a certain ability to distinguish antiques, but that These scholars are usually very old.

So Bailinghu was a little surprised to see Amon Ra so young.

At this moment, Ubemo heard Bailinghu call Smith a baron. Although he was a little surprised, he suddenly understood.

If Smith was just a businessman, he would not be favored by those nobles. He could build in Jinyu Street according to his own ideas, and he could also get a place to attend the party. Obviously, he still had a certain status in the eyes of the nobles.

Moreover, as a businessman, if he had money, he would want to get a title, which was a way to squeeze into the upper class.

At this time, Smith smiled and said, "Of course, Amon Ra helped me identify a magical oil painting, and I believe in his ability very much."

Viscount Lori's eyes flickered, and he said to Ubemo:

"This Mr. Amon Ra, I want to use this sculpture to exchange Baron Smith for one of his bone dolls, but unfortunately he hesitated.

"Take a look at this sculpture to see if it's real, so as to dispel Baron Smith's suspicion. After all, I have invited several professional treasure appraisers to appraise it."

Ubemo glanced at Viscount Lori, and then looked at the sculpture.

This is an exaggerated sculpture of the face of a native Yuri, with fangs exposed, and the mouth seems to be swallowing something. There are various colors on the face, and there are some rust on it, but it is not serious.