The old man walked into the antique shop and looked at the furnishings around him curiously. The old windows, cheap iron shelves and almost randomly placed "antiques" almost perfectly reflect the positioning of the shop:

Except for the real money collected in the entire store, there is nothing wrong with it.

But even so, the old gentleman, dressed not like an ordinary citizen in the Lower City, was still looking at the store with interest until Duncan's voice came from the counter that he finally turned his gaze.

"It's very interesting," the old man laughed, "take away the things that are destined to be... Putting aside things, this is a very beautiful sentence in itself."

"In fact, it's not enough to be destined to be rich," Duncan replied, "It's good that things here are not expensive - do you want anything?"

"Uh...I'm not here to buy things," the old man opened his mouth, "Actually..."

As a result, before he finished speaking, Duncan continued enthusiastically: "It's good to buy it or not, maybe it's something that's eye-catching?"

The old man couldn't help but show a hint of helplessness on his face: "You...things are all fake."

"Yes," Duncan looked at it for granted, "Can the real guy be here? My shop is not even safe from a security door, and it's up to the thief to get the money back."

The old man obviously slapped his face. He probably didn't expect that the antique store manager who sold fake goods in front of him would have such a calm attitude. He choked for several seconds before speaking: "...then..."

"If you are good at convincing yourself, you can use me as an antique shop, for self-satisfaction, for realism, you can use me as a grocery shop, for good quality and cheapness, and you can recognize reality and want to deceive yourself. I congratulate him on finding gold bricks in the garbage dump. He was caught by a real thing in the whole store. He was extremely destined to be - anyway, you spend thirty or fifty to be happy. No matter how big you are in me, you can get more than one hundred, and you can still get the crystallization of modern industry. Isn't it cost to think about it?"

The old man was stunned and listened to Duncan's fallacy, probably because he had no social experience in this area and was unable to react at once. Then, his eyes suddenly fell on a corner next to the counter, and his expression changed slightly.

Duncan was seriously immersed in the joy of doing business. At this time, he noticed the change of his old man's vision and suddenly remembered something. But before he could speak, he saw the old man reaching out to that corner: "This thing..."

Among the pile of debris, he found a dagger with an ancient style but extremely well-preserved one.

He took out the dagger.

That was one of the only two genuine items Duncan hid in the pile of miscellaneous items before, one of the only two genuine items in the entire antique shop.

The other one is a cast iron shell placed deeper in the debris pile.

Duncan wanted to divert the old man's attention at first, but then he noticed the changes in the other person's expressions and his professional expression when checking the dagger's scabbard pattern, and immediately realized something:

This old man may be a "professional".

Duncan frowned and glanced over the dagger.

Actually, it is not a big deal - this thing is not an extraordinary item, nor does it carry "sea specialties" such as curses and pollution. Although it is something brought from the Lost Country, it is essentially no different from ordinary "antiques".

If he reacted too much, something would be wrong with an ordinary item.

"This thing..." The old man repeated again, he raised his head and looked at Duncan with some surprise, "It's also the 'commodity' in the store?"

This gentleman's words were very tactful, but the implication was quite obvious: Why did you get real in this pile of fakes? What were your work mistakes?

Duncan guessed that this was a good person when he saw the other party’s reaction. It would be wrong to pretend that he was stupid and didn’t know the goods at this time. Instead, he should admit it just right. So he restrained his smile and turned to a hint of unfathomableness: “Look, isn’t this a fateful thing?”

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

The old man immediately looked back at the shelves, glanced at the "modern crafts" that were priced at hundreds of thousands and discounted for dozens of yuan. He didn't know what he had imagined. He suddenly felt that this seemingly dilapidated antique shop became mysterious and interesting. He carefully placed the dagger on the counter, as if he was about to ask for the price, but at this time a sound of a bell suddenly rang out of the door, interrupting his movements.

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

"Uncle Duncan, I'm back!" Nina shouted to the counter without raising her head when she entered the door, "Have Mr. Morris been here?"

"I haven't seen it," Duncan glanced at the store, "I'm just entertaining..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the old man in front of him coughing twice, 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 shouted in surprise. Then she became nervous with the naked eye like every student who ran into the teacher after school, and stood straight, "Good afternoon!"

Duncan looked at Nina and the old man in front of him. His eyes froze twice, and he felt that the atmosphere finally became awkward.

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

Nina also realized what was going on at this time, and then noticed the gray-looking dagger placed on the counter, and quickly took two steps forward: "Teacher, don't buy it! The things in my store are all fake!"

Duncan glanced at the girl with a strange look, thinking that this child was so honest. He sold his own details in less than a second in front of the teacher. Although with the level of the goods in this store and the eyes of Morris, a history expert, there is no difference whether she sells it or not...

Mr. Morris on the other side shook his head after hearing Nina's words, raised his hand to point at the dagger on the counter: "This is true."

Nina was stunned: “…ah?”

"This dagger should have come from a century ago and was one of the tools that seafarers in central city-states such as Plande and Renza loved. However, due to the bankruptcy of the forging workshops and the susceptibility of wind and wave corrosion, the number of items on the sea is small, and most of them are in extremely bad condition..."

Morris said, carefully picking up the dagger on the counter, pulling out a piece of the blade and continuing with a marvelous tone: "I... I have never seen such a good preservation. It seems to be used normally not long ago. The blade is sharp and can slide off the paper, and there is no flaw on the whole body..."

"It also has an original scabbard," Duncan added, "If you look closely, you will find that even the buckle on the back of the scabbard is original."

When Morris heard this, he quickly checked the scabbard and accessories of the dagger, and his eyes were even more surprised: "This... I didn't notice it just now... My God! This thing seems to have just been taken out of the pocket of a sailor from a century ago! If I hadn't been confident enough in my own eyes, I would even suspect that it was an amazing imitation... but it even had the pattern at the joint of the knife shank and a special flaw at the end of the knife shank..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly wondered, looked up at Duncan, and then looked at Nina next to him. The history expert was not confident: "It's really not a fake?"

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

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

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

"Then go read the book!"

Nina stuck out her tongue and walked towards the stairs in small steps, but took two steps and looked back at her history teacher: "Mr. Morris, don't forget that you came to visit your home..."

"Of course, I have a lot to talk to Mr. Duncan," Morris smiled, the old man looked radiant. "You go upstairs to read the book first-don't worry, I won't sue myself for the student behind my back."

Nina looked at Uncle Duncan and her teacher in confusion - she didn't seem to have expected that this "home visit" would begin in this form.

But the next moment, she suddenly smiled for some reason.
Chapter completed!