Mysterious journey

The old man ruffled his sparse white hair. "Then you can see for yourself. The things on the left in my shop are all recently collected from the countryside, and the ones on the right are some good items from a long time ago." After he finished speaking, he continued to lower his head and study the small thing in his hand.

Garen glanced at it. The old man was wearing white gloves and holding a light gold pocket watch. The back cover of the pocket watch was opened, and he seemed to be looking at the structure inside.

Withdrawing his gaze, Garen scanned the entire store, slowly starting from left to right.

On the far left wall, there is a rectangular oil painting hanging, which depicts a siege battle under a white castle. A large number of soldiers in silver armor are holding red flags and rushing to the castle. Trebuchets are constantly throwing boulders, and kerosene is dripping on the city wall. Bloody limbs and corpses were everywhere.

A dark gold round metal piece hangs below the oil painting. It is more than half a meter in diameter, with a smiling face protruding from the center.

"What is this?" Garen stretched out his hand and touched the material of the metal sheet. It was very hard, and the surface had a rough texture similar to copper-printed paper.

The old man under the bookshelf on one side raised his head and glanced. "The sun god totem of the Red Tribe three hundred years ago was a good thing. The wizard of the tribe would melt the newly obtained gold ornaments and mix them with brass every time. Except for the human face in the center, the rest of the It's topped with accumulated gold and brass. If you're interested, I can sell it to you at a bargain price of thirty-five thousand." The old man took off his glasses and wiped them with a soft cloth. "After all, there aren't many people who know the goods now. When antiques were at their peak a few decades ago, this thing would have sold for at least hundreds of thousands.”

"Totem of the Sun God" Garen's mouth twitched. He knew without looking that it was definitely a fake. Not only was his power silent, but the main reason was that if this totem could really be sold for such a high price, it would still be made of gold. It wouldn't be possible at all. If you put it for sale here, it is so big that you can exchange it for more than 100,000 yuan by throwing it in a jewelry store. If you sell it to him for 30,000 yuan, he currently has no more than 20 yuan in total.

He turned left and looked at another taller red table, on which were placed a purple medal, a bottle of transparent wine, and a silver cup.

He reached out and touched three items respectively. When he finally touched the purple-red medal, the potential percentage below Garen's field of vision suddenly jumped.

"Huh?! There's something moving here!" He turned slightly sideways, with his back to the old man, and his face became slightly nervous.

Pick up this fuchsia medal and look at it carefully.

This is a medal made in the shape of a cross. The cross is purple-red, with a dark golden ear of wheat wrapped around the edge. Garen noticed that in the center of the medal, there was a small black circular area, only the size of a fingernail, with a white letter engraved inside: P.

He could feel that there was a very strong cold aura in this medal, which was many times stronger than the Black Pearl and Finestine's Ring of Doom Crystal. I just don't know why, but I can't draw all the breath power out of the medal. There is only a very thin channel, and the potential flows out like toothpaste bit by bit.

"In the past, I could absorb all the potential with direct contact. This time, I can only absorb a little bit of the breath when I hold it in my hand. At this speed, if I want to absorb it all, it will take at least days." Garen said in his eyes. There was a flash of surprise and confusion.

"This thing costs 6,000." The old man with glasses stood on the right side of Garen at some point and suddenly spoke.

"Six thousand." Garen frowned slightly.

The old man was dressed in black. He looked at the medal and whispered: "I purchased this Bronze Cross Medal from the home of a retired military officer. You have good taste. Among the purchased items, this medal is a rare masterpiece. It comes from the once powerful Republic of Montia 150 years ago. At that time, Montia's will was a powerful country that the whole world trembled for. There were hundreds of colonies around the world alone. At that time, our Asia Nearly half of the Lu Federation was also colonized by Montilla. This medal is a product of that time, and it is said to be awarded to commanders with second-level military merit."

"Let me take another look. Don't worry." Garen suppressed his desire to buy. He knew that if he could quickly absorb the airflow inside the medal, he would probably be able to add more than two attributes at a time this time. It's a pity that he has no money now

The pocket money for a week is only 20 yuan, which is still a long way from 6,000 yuan.

The old man noticed Garen's lingering movements, and a glint flashed in his eyes. "Moreover, an officer wanted to collect this medal last time, but he didn't bring enough money at that time. Maybe he will come over and buy it again soon. Children, if you want it, don't miss this opportunity. "

Garon's face twitched. "Let me look at the others first."

"Okay, you can watch as you like." A chrysanthemum-like smile appeared on the old man's face.

Garen glanced at the old man. "This guy obviously saw that I wanted to buy it and deliberately made up a reason to urge me. He was just not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. Maybe someone else really likes this thing. But don't rush, maybe you can find it elsewhere. Something that absorbs potential.”

He calmed down a little and began to wander around the other tables and walls in the store. Very quickly, within ten minutes, he touched everything.

To his regret, only that medal had the potential to be absorbed, and the others were just ordinary objects.

After a while, he returned to the table where the medals were placed and picked up the purple-red Bronze Cross. I checked it repeatedly for more than half an hour.

"I don't have enough money with me right now. Boss, can you keep it for me to buy later?" Garen then raised his head and looked in the direction of the old man.

The old man returned to the bookshelf and sat down. He was carefully wiping the dust on the antique objects with a white soft cloth. When he heard this, he turned around with a smile. "Of course, but I can't stay long. Don't think that what I just said is to rush you. Someone really wants to buy this thing. There are still three weeks left before the reservation time."

"Three weeks." Garen frowned, "Okay, I'll try to see if I can get the money. What's the minimum price you can give?"

"Since you are a student, I will give you five thousand, absolutely no less." The old man adjusted his glasses.

"I won't discuss the price with you now. We'll talk about it later." Gallon didn't say much, and finally looked at the Bronze Cross Medal and put it back on the table ruthlessly. Then he walked to the old man's desk. "My name is Garen, can I ask the boss's name?"

"Just call me Old Man Geguo. What do you want to ask? If it's a sensitive question, I won't give it to you for free~~"

"I would like to ask you, where did you buy that medal?" Garen asked with a frown.

The old man recalled for a moment, "I can tell you this, but" he smiled and stretched out his hands.

Garen watched speechlessly as he spread out his skinny paws, took out a ten-yuan note from his trouser pocket and put it on it.

"Stingy." The old man muttered and put away the money. "That place is a dilapidated old castle, in the countryside more than sixty miles away from Huaishan City. The owner of the castle was originally a viscount, but then it became worse and worse with each generation. Now he only has a knighthood, which he could not maintain many years ago. The castle has been maintained. After many years of selling off, almost all the contents inside have been removed. If it were not too dilapidated and the location was too bad, the castle itself would have been sold long ago. What is the specific name of the castle? It seems It’s Silver Veil Castle.”

"Yinsha Castle. Can you draw me a specific route map?"

The old man smiled and spread his hands again.

"Wipe it!" Garen couldn't help but cursed, and took out a ten-yuan note from his trouser pocket and put it on it. "Please hurry up!"

"No problem!" The old man put away the banknotes, quickly pulled out a piece of light yellow paper from under the table, picked up a white feather pen and dipped it in ink, swished it a few times, drew a simple map, and then handed it over directly past.

Garen took the map and glanced at it roughly. "Sorry to trouble you. Just wait for my news."

Without waiting for the old man to reply, he rolled up the map, turned around and strode out of the antique store.

After walking some distance along the street, he reached out and touched his empty trouser pocket, feeling like he was about to cry without tears. "Don't talk about buying medals, I just want to visit this Yinsha Castle. The toll costs fifty or sixty. And now I've even spent all my pocket money on it for the next week."

As he walked, Garen kept thinking about how he could get five thousand yuan. He had a vague feeling that the Bronze Cross Medal seemed to be covered by something, unable to fully access it, so that it could not fully absorb its potential. If you want to fully absorb it, you must remove the covering layer on the surface and see what the real potential is inside. It’s just that if you don’t buy it and polish it yourself, just looking and touching it is completely useless.

He glanced at the light red data at the bottom of his field of vision. The potential item has exceeded 101% just now, and a cool air flow lingers in my mind, which can be added to any attribute at any time.

"Don't worry, I have stood there for so long to absorb so much potential. If I want to absorb some attributes from the Bronze Cross Medal, I have to stand for at least half a day. Old man Geguo, who is such a money-crazed man, will definitely not allow it." Long re-estimated the total potential of the Bronze Cross, and it turned out to be at least five points, which made him feel even more excited.

"While collecting money, I can come here every day to experience and absorb the potential. If I accumulate a little, I won't believe I can absorb it all!" He made a decision in his mind.

Walking to the entrance of Burnington Street again, Garen just looked up at the location of his uncle's house.

Coincidentally, the arched window there was open, and a fat middle-aged man was standing in the window looking down. "Is it Galen?" The man's face was very ordinary, but his eyebrows were very thick and dark, giving him a strong and tough look. "I haven't seen you for a long time, come up here!"

Garen didn't expect to directly understand his uncle, so he could only nod his head, pass through the stone pillars from below, and walk into the half-open wooden door of the corridor.

Entering from the entrance of the corridor, there is a spacious hall with a black carpet on the floor and a white stone angel statue in the middle, fluttering about to fly.

Garen entered from the left stairwell, trotted past several people who were going upstairs, and quickly arrived in front of the red metal door on the left side of the fifth floor.

Boom, boom, boom.

He reached for the door.

Immediately, there was a click, and the door opened. Uncle Tier stood at the door wearing a white shirt and black trousers. "Come in quickly, the fireplace is still burning."

"Oh." Garen entered the door, put on his slippers, and followed his uncle into the room inside.

The room is covered with light yellow wallpaper, and various oil paintings are hung one after another on the wall. Most of them belong to either my uncle himself or his wife Windsor.

A few minutes later, Garen stood by the window, listening to his uncle and a bearded guest chatting about recent events in the city.

While they were chatting enthusiastically, Uncle Tier suddenly turned his eyes and landed on him.

"Gallon, if you want to make a difference in the future, you must remember one thing. Listen more, see more, think more, talk less and do more. This is fundamental." The uncle took off his cigar and flicked it in the ashtray. "You are in high school now, and you will go to college in the future, and then you will work. Whether you are studying or working, remembering this will be good for you in every aspect."

"Also, you usually play with Longbas and Filia. You are all brothers and sisters of the same generation, and you are all of the same age. What kind of war and chess games are they playing recently? They are not doing their job all day long. What do you want? Please advise them well."

My uncle has been in business for a long time, and the relationship between black and white is extremely complicated. On the surface, he is just an ordinary businessman, but in fact, he is potentially very powerful, and he even has his own gun license.

Garen lowered his head and nodded in response. He knew that his uncle looked gentle on the surface, but in fact he was a very stubborn and paranoid person. He did not allow others to go against his wishes and arrangements, and he had a strong will.

The bearded man also smiled. "Is this your nephew? The conditions of young people nowadays are really good. I don't think we had such good living conditions when we were children."

"Indeed, it's just that the conditions are so good that I don't know how to cherish them." The uncle shook his head and smiled helplessly, and once again chatted with Luo Xihu about some business matters.

Garen stood aside, listening to the two adults chatting and discussing, while thinking about how to get the five thousand yuan. Normally, every time Uncle Tier saw him, he would give him more or less of his pocket money, ranging from a few hundred to eighty or ninety, but five thousand was still too far away.

He doesn't plan to start with his uncle. After all, this is only the first time. It is conceivable that there may be a second and third time in the future. Once may be enough, but even if his uncle likes him again, he will not accommodate him. .

"So you still have to find a way on your own." Garen thought of the martial arts school. "If Baiyun Martial Arts School is successfully selected, it will give a small bonus every month as a reward, usually two thousand yuan, which is a lump sum of money. In addition. The school has a lot of scholarships, a full 100,000, but it’s impossible for me to get it with my current level, and the semester ends in two months. Unless there are attribute point bonuses. Except for Chinese studies and history, the minimum required intelligence for other subjects is, None of them have been achieved. Only when you have achieved it can you memorize it all at once and understand it smoothly. If you don't have the intelligence, you can only learn step by step and slowly."

Suddenly a piece of news flashed in Garen's mind. "There are also archery competitions and swordsmanship competitions! Ying'er has to participate in one of these two events. If she wins, the third place will receive a bonus of 10,000 yuan. How is Garon's archery and swordsmanship?"

Just as this doubt flashed through his mind, he immediately saw the symbols showing subject items at the bottom of his field of vision slowly changing, replaced by the three attributes of swordsmanship, archery, and basic fighting.

Swordsmanship: Beginner. Archery: Beginner. Basic fighting: Beginner level.

"I wonder if I can add attributes to these skills." Garen suddenly had an idea.

He tried to focus on the first sword skill, and the air in his mind jumped violently, wanting to spurt out.

"It's actually possible!!" He quickly stopped his breath, turned his attention away, and suppressed the ecstasy in his heart.