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"Rusted Silver Coin"

The copper-plated signboard hung on an iron pole outside the store swayed in the wind, making a squeaking sound from time to time in the evening breeze that attracted attention.

But even so, only a few people are willing to stop in front of the store at the end of the day.

This is daily life at the antique store run by Clayton Bello.

This place is located at No. 47 Lemon Street, Sasha City. The location is neither good nor bad, just like its business situation.

Antique stores are not ordinary stores. Regular customers are Clayton's main source of income.

The Bello family once lived in the city further south in Dorne, but after the death of his parents who valued family reunion, he alone had the final say where to settle.

In the four years after he was discharged from the army, he used the 600 pounds of retirement pay from the army and the part of the inheritance left by his father to take over the store. The antique business was considered to be a field that was quite close to the upper class, and he had some talents, so he was better than Compared with those colleagues who set up stalls in the black streets, it is quite impressive.

At this time, Clayton Bello was in the studio on the second floor of the store. Wearing a mask and an apron, he bent over and used a long clamp to fish out five slightly faded medals from the turbid liquid in the bucket.

The Loron War Medal of Honor was only awarded by the Dornish royal family to soldiers who participated in five or more battles in the Lolon War. A total of more than 600 medals were issued, which has extremely high commemorative value.

Clayton has handled 24 pieces here - 23 of them are fake, and the only real one belongs to him.

Even if antiques cannot be received, antique dealers must also learn to make "antiques".

"Mr. Bello, your guest is here."

After the knock on the door, there was a notice from the female assistant outside the door.

"I understand, Miss Charlotte, you can get off work."

After agreeing through the door, Clayton used a sponge to carefully absorb the corrosive liquid on the fake medals, wrapped them in silk and listed them on the workbench. Then he took off his apron, put on a black jacket and went downstairs to meet his guests.

In the display cabinets on the first floor, enamel and crystal ornaments are shining under the illumination of electric lights.

There were expensive-looking swords hung on the walls, unsheathed, as if they would be ready to return to the battlefield in the next moment.

The brown-haired young man waiting on the first floor was not interested in them. He just looked at the rusty exhibits in the display cabinet with his hands behind his back, and did not turn around until Clayton stood behind him.

"Lieutenant, long time no see."

Seeing this brown-haired young man in a white formal suit, Clayton stepped forward and gave him a hug: "Qiao, I didn't expect you to come back. When I think about the last time we met, it was just like yesterday."

Lieutenant was his rank in the army, and only the old guys would still call him that after he retired.

They participated in the Roron War in 163 and were comrades in the same company.

Joe Mani inherited the Rusty Silver Coin Antique Shop from his parents after he retired. However, because he had the ideal of traveling around the world and was unwilling to operate such a fixed industry, he sold the shop to Clayton.

The two of them stood together, and the difference was immediately apparent. Clayton's hairstyle and beard were the same three-quarter length and thick king's beard. His facial features were tougher, and he looked a head taller than Joe. He was tawny. The eyes are intimidating.

Seeing that the former commander still looked familiar, Qiao was also a little surprised: "Me too. Seeing that you are doing well makes me feel at ease. But I am here for a business."

He took out a small box from his coat pocket and opened it. Lying on the goose-yellow soft velvet was a sterling silver ring, oxidized to give it a mottled black color.

"The bishop's seal of the White Holy See, a top quality product."

When talking about business, Clayton immediately became serious, but did not take the box, but whispered: "This kind of treasure is indeed precious, but it is not easy to trade."

The White Religion is not only the mainstream faith in the Kingdom of Dorne, but also the entire northern world. Even if its current status is not as prosperous as in the cold weapon era, an object that symbolizes power such as the Bishop's Seal is not an object that can be easily leaked.

"Don't worry, this is absolutely legal and no one will care."

Joe couldn't help but push the box into Clayton's hand: "It was originally a collection of a foreign friend of mine, but his business has been sluggish recently, so he planned to sell these things to fill the financial gap. For the sake of friendship, I bought it But I don’t have the hobby of collecting this piece, so I brought it to you.”

Clayton reluctantly accepted the box: "How much did you pay for it?"

"Three hundred gold pounds."

Clayton pressed the position on his temples to release the pressure. It was actually quite a lot of money, but it was definitely not worth the price of a genuine bishop's seal.

"You didn't meet this friend at the poker table, did you?"

"Haha." Qiao smiled awkwardly, blinked twice, and refused to continue.

But looking at the expression, it was obvious that he brought this thing back to Sasha just for convenience, and there was another reason that really made him come back.

Clayton closed the box and stuffed it into his jacket pocket: "I won't say much this time. If you have any plans to leave Sasha City in the near future, I will send the money to your old house after I appraise the ring. "

Joe had no objection to this, and then made a new proposal: "How about we go to the big tree house for a drink tomorrow night at six o'clock, like before?"

Creighton had no objections.

After chatting away with his old comrades for a while, Clayton went upstairs alone to clean the studio, and finally turned off the switch.

The light dimmed the rusty silver coins. He went out with a lantern and locked the door, then walked back to the rented tenement apartment.

Creighton Bello never finished college;

He joined the army at the age of eighteen and served as a cavalryman in the Storm Guard of the Kingdom of Dorne for eleven years.

When he joined the army, queuing and shooting tactics were still the mainstream method of war. By the time he retired, skirmishing tactics had been relatively maturely incorporated into military drills.

Obviously thirty-three is still in his prime, but Clayton feels like an old man.

Nothing interested him.

His parents fell ill and died while he was serving, and he didn't have time to go back and take a look. My brother who joined the army was hit in the heart by a stray bullet on another battlefield, and his close comrades were torn apart by artillery shells in front of his eyes.

Clayton gave more than eleven years of youth to the army, time was just the lowest-valued commodity among the things he lost.

The reason why he chose to be an antique dealer was because he hoped that he could change himself under the influence of cultural relics and culture.

After working for four years, he was still confused, but his counterfeiting skills were getting better and better.

After dinner, Clayton walked into the room that had been converted into a study to take a nap.

Qiao's gifts gave him a headache. Even if Bai Jiao's things were legal, it would be difficult to find a willing buyer.

The religious art of Baijiao is so overwhelming that it has made people feel a little tired.

Many people don't actually care whether antiques are genuine or not. The purpose of their collection is just to pursue that unique feeling. Regardless of whether this ring seal is authentic or fake, its simple appearance determines that the upper limit of its price will not be too high.

If you want to use the background story to sell it for a good price, you have to find that kind of fanatical believer.

But Clayton is terrible at dealing with them.

Clayton's parents were not religious, so neither was he.

The only contact between the Bello family and the Baijiao was when his brother kidnapped a nun from the monastery as his wife, which made the clergy in his home parish very hostile to his family.

With such a family atmosphere, Clayton certainly didn't like to have contact with Bai Jiao. In addition, he had some reasons of his own.

But work is work.

He took out the seal from his pocket and turned the seal towards himself.

Two crossed tridents guard the spire at the top.

The weapon signifies that it should be the property of the head of the agency in charge of the battle.

Clayton recognized what it represented.

The pattern of this seal belongs to the Heretic Tribunal that was abolished by the White Sect three hundred years ago. It is said to be a terrifying institution used to approve heretics, wizards and dark races.

Even civilians may be hunted down by those combat priests if they show any abnormality.

Too many unjust, false and wrongful convictions have aroused dissatisfaction in various countries. The White Sect eventually abolished the Heretic Tribunal, executed a number of priests who served in it, and refused to admit that those absurd and wanton behaviors were authorized by the Pope.

That's what Joe meant when he said legal.

The Heretic Tribunal itself is not recognized by the White Sect, so of course this seal will not be held accountable by the White Sect, because even if it is genuine, it is "not" theirs.

Clayton glanced at it and found that in the box containing the ring seal, there was a layer of square protrusions under the goose-yellow velvet cloth.

He poured out the flannel and a note fell on the table, which seemed to be left by the old owner of the seal.

"It is rumored that the ring seals of the bishops of the Tribunal are protected by divine power. They can verify that the owner has not been replaced by a monster with the ability to transform. Those who wear this ring will immediately appear in their original form."

He glanced at the ring seal lying quietly on the table.

Out of some curiosity, Clayton picked up the ring. Turn left and right to put it on the little finger of your left hand.

In anticipation, ten seconds passed.

Nothing happened.

"Is it really a lie again? I'm so stupid!"

Frustrated, Clayton tried to take off the ring, but was unable to do so because his finger was too thick.

He stood up and walked into the bathroom, intending to lubricate it with soapy water first.

But at this moment, a severe burning sensation suddenly came from the part where the skin was in contact with the ring. It spread throughout the body like wildfire, and in less than half a second, the pain went straight to the brain.

His torso swelled, stretching his clothes apart.

Black hair like steel needles pierced from the pores all over the body. Even the areas not covered by hair were matte black. The originally quite burly body suddenly expanded by a quarter from height to width, and the limbs were exaggerated. of muscle mass, but still feels slender,

The snout is elongated, the ears become pointed and pulled back, the head transforms into a wolf shape, and the tawny eyes glow in the dark.

Looking down at the torn clothes that had fallen to the ground, the werewolf Clayton scratched his head with his sharp nails. A much deeper voice came from the wolf kiss, which was quite surprising:

"It's amazing, this time it's the real thing!"