"Oh! These are indeed from the Great Xia Dynasty, but I bought them from various places to collect."
How could I not believe it? During the war, they stole a lot of good things from Da Xia.
These might be it.
"Mr. Zheng, shall we make the choice?"
Without evidence, I can't make any wild guesses, but since I've seen it, I have to find a chance to take it back.
Duanmu Yifu let me choose, so I had no choice but to look at them one by one.
Holy crap!
I came to a dark, somewhat rusty sword.
But below it, on the lower level, I saw a strange device.
It was an archway with inscriptions in stone script.
There was a stone pillar in front, connected to the door by an iron chain.
The stone pillars also bear numbers.
Although I don't know what this thing is, anything related to the Shiyan civilization can't be that simple.
"Mr. Zheng has taken a fancy to this sword?"
"Huh?" This sword looks really mediocre; it's even rusty.
However, I can't say I didn't like it, otherwise why would I stand here for so long?
"Yes! This is it."
Both Duanmu Yifu and his father couldn't help but laugh: "Alright! This sword doesn't have a scabbard, I'll get one for Mr. Zheng."
Anyway, discovering what's below is more worthwhile than getting a sword.
We then agreed that Duanmu Xiuchun would take me to see the antique I was going to examine the next day.
Duanmu Xiuchun personally drove me back to that restaurant.
As soon as I got back, I started investigating the Duanmu family. They had so many ancient swords from the Great Xia Dynasty, as well as things belonging to the Shiyan people. I felt that this Duanmu Yifu was not simple.
I had to hack into Yang's country's confidential archives to find Duanmu Yifu's information.
He's alright, but his father, Duanmu Xiyou, is the real bastard.
During the war, this guy was in charge of a treasure-hunting unit that specialized in stealing graves and digging up tombs throughout the Great Xia.
I estimate that everything Duanmu Yifu collected was stolen from Daxia.
How can I get all of these things back?
"Zheng Yang!"
At this moment, Peng Jun pushed open the door and walked in. Upon seeing the sword on the bed, he raised an eyebrow:
"Hmm? You went out for a while, where did you get this antique from?"
I have no interest in that broken sword.
"Master! I have..."
Before I could finish speaking, Peng Jun reached out and interrupted me. He was holding the sword and carefully examining the hilt.
"Good lad! You managed to find this sword?"
"Huh? Is there anything different about this sword?"
Judging from the expressions on Duanmu Yifu and the others' faces, I had clearly chosen the worst sword.
Maybe it was just something that was casually packed up and brought back from some ancient tomb.
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