Whispering Verse

Mr. Lavender was still very excited even though Shad won the game cleanly. Unfortunately, his number had already been called, so he could only stand up and leave regretfully, but solemnly put away Xia De's business card.

After the game ended, there was no organizer, and people had no intention of playing cards. Shad sat there, bewilderedly invited to join the discussion of royal anecdotes, and forced to join the discussion of Mogus Cavendish, who didn't understand at all. Prince Xu expressed his opinion on the conflict between the Army's Third Steam Equipment Division, Marquis Callard.

Fortunately, he finally got his number. Seeing that he had an excuse to leave, he hurriedly stood up and handed out his business card to the people around him. This was a good opportunity to attract business for himself. is rich.

Pushing open the side door of the room and walking in, of course, he did not forget to close the door. The last Rhodes collector who entered here had already left from the main entrance of the room. At this time, there was only an old gentleman behind the desk in the room. He yawned and asked Shad to sit down.

The room is not big, it can even be said to be a little cramped. Only some picture frames on the wall are considered decorations, and the Rhodes card appraiser's table occupies almost a quarter of the room.

When he was seated, Xia De also noticed that apart from a few gas lamps and various lenses, there was also a rather obvious black metal box on the table, and the box was full of torn Rhodes cards. On the top is the "Flower 1" card of the De La Rion Heroes series that Mr. Lavender showed off to everyone. There is no special effect, but the card surface is very beautiful, but it is also a forgery.

"The fake Rhodes card will be torn up, do you know this?"

The old man with glasses asked, and after seeing Xia De nodded, he signaled that he could show the cards to be identified.

Carefully open the diary, take out the "Sun 3" [Founder·Silver Moon] and place it on the cushion on the table. The gloved old man reached out to take it, glanced at it and frowned:

"The silver moon of the founding series?"

He looked up at Xia De, as if looking at a mental patient, obviously he didn't believe that anyone would come to identify this.

But still conscientiously pulled the gas lamp close to the mouth of the lotus flower over him, adjusted the light to the strongest, and picked up the magnifying glass to check the details of the card under the lamp.

Xia De, who was waiting for the "picked up lottery tickets to be drawn", sat there, and suddenly felt less nervous. But the person sitting on the other side of the table became nervous over time. It was almost tens of minutes before he raised his head and looked at Xia De seriously. His forehead covered by his hair was already sweating:

"The silver moon of the founding series?"

Exactly the same question as when Shad sat down, but in a very different tone.

Xia De, who probably understood the result, just shook his head:

"Probably so."

He said very reservedly that even though he thought he could control his emotions, he still couldn't bear the joy at this moment.

"Oh, sir, please wait, please wait. I can't identify this card. I'll get someone else to come."

The old appraiser tremblingly returned the cards to Xia De, took off his glasses, picked up a towel from the shelf beside him and wiped his face, then ran around the table to the door:

"Sir, don't run away, I'll be right back! Give me three minutes."

His voice began to tremble.

"Why am I running?"

Xia De thought to himself, watching the door close.

He looked down at the [Founding·Silver Moon] "Sun 3" card again, and looked at the lady holding the silver moon sideways on the card:

"Speaking of which, Yinyue and I really have an inexplicable fate."

The old appraiser ran back in a hurry after three minutes, or even one minute. He pressed the door frame, looking like he was about to suffocate:

"Great sir, you're still here."

"Why am I not here?"

Xia De thought to himself, picked up the cards and stood up. Only then did I hear the sound of running from the corridor behind the old appraiser, and soon saw a tall and thin middle-aged man wearing black leather shoes running over. He was wearing a black suit with a Ouroboros logo brooch:

"Sindia Mark, the vice president of the Tobesk branch of the Prophet Association."

The middle-aged man passed the old appraiser while panting, and came over to shake hands with Xia De.

"You'd better catch your breath before talking, I won't run."

Xia De said, and then asked in a low voice:

"So, is my card real?"

Mr. Mark invited Xia De to talk on the third floor of the association. This time it was a very formal reception room, and there were even servants hired by the association to prepare tea for the guests.

Xia De sat down on the sofa in the reception room, and saw that after Mr. Mark sat down, two more appraisers who were probably older than Priest Augustus hurried over:

"With regard to the silver moon of this founding series, we need to do further identification, but it is here, in front of your eyes. Mister, can you wait a little longer?"

Vice President Cyndia Mark wiped his sweat while talking, Xia De keenly noticed that the collar of his shirt inside the suit was soaked with sweat.

"Of course no problem, but the cost of the appraisal..."

Xia De deliberately hesitated.

"Of course it's still fivepence, and you don't have to spend more."

Mr. Mark said, taking the business card ~www.readwn.com~ from Shade, he was as surprised as Mr. Lavender just now at the address of "6 Saint Teresa Square".

Asked again:

"Mr. Hamilton, would you like a refreshment?"

"I don't think it's necessary for the time being."

Xia De waved his hand. Although the Prophet Association is a very formal worldwide organization, there will be no such thing as killing people and winning cards. But as a foreigner who is helpless and has little influence and strength, it is better to be cautious when going out.

He looked at the three old appraisers who had been hastily summoned. The three of them had already spread densely packed tools and lenses on the long table on the other side of the reception room, and opened all kinds of strangely shaped boxes sent by the servants. lamps. The curtains of the imposing floor-to-ceiling windows in the reception room are tightly closed, shutting out the silhouette of the Yordle Palace in the early morning mist:

"About this Silver Moon of Creation... If it is true, I think the association will not spread it everywhere."

Xia De didn't look at Mr. Mark, but said unconsciously.

"Of course, the association is absolutely fair in Rhodes cards, and will never harm the interests of any collectors. This is our purpose."

Mr. Cynthia Mark assured that Shad, who owns this card by default, is a collector.

He looked at Xia De from the corner of his eyes. He was well dressed but did not look rich, but had a unique temperament. After hesitating for a while, Vice President Mark asked:

"Then, would you be convenient to tell us the origin of this card? It doesn't mean anything else, it's just that the last time the Association saw it was the 'Big City Player' Rhodes Card Competition about 127 years ago, when Stilwell Bye Baron Lun used this card to enter the finals, which can be said to have stole the limelight, and the association wanted to record the whereabouts of this card in the past hundred years, I really didn't expect that I was lucky enough to see it."