NovelStart"Oh, it was recommended by a friend. Yesterday you sentthe photo of the pendant and | asked a professional appraising
agency immediately. But they can only identify the material and have no experience with the history as well as the artifacts. So we
will have to find a professional antique appraiser."
Casey explained, "After asking around a few times, everyone ended up recommending this place. The antique appraiser, Mr. Ward,
has devoted all his life to the business. He was experienced and knowledgeable. He can say a thing or two about even the most
offbeat things."
Luther walked on and finally reached the main hall.
He looked up and saw a plaque that read "Sanmon Antiques" on the door.
"This is the place. Mr. Warner, this way."
Casey led the way the workroom inside.
Mr. Ward stood up and smiled, "Good day to you both and welcto my little workroom. As you can see, this is just a small
workroom so | won't pour you tea."
He could see that one of the guests was dressed in a quite extraordinary way, and he must have a quite significant position.
Luther took the pendant out of his pocket and gave it to Mr. Ward, "Please take a look at it, Master. | think there was originally a
pattern on it, but | couldn't see it."
"Okay."
Mr. Ward took the pendant from Luther's hand and sat back.
After he had a close look, he said, "Well, it does have quite a history. At least, a hundred years. If you don't mind, I'll clean that
thick layer of oxidation off first."
He reached out and pointed to the sofa in the room, "Please sit down. It will take a little longer."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Good."
Luther sat down. He looked around, and the room was full of antiques on the walls, on the floor, and even from the ceiling. Even
the sofa on which he was now sitting was hundreds of years old.
It was as if he had cto another world, a different world from the outside.
"Mr. Warner, you sit down for a moment. I'll go out and get you a cup of coffee."
Casey, expecting a long wait, offered.
"Good. Go ahead."
Luther nodded gently.
Casey got up and left respectfully.
Mr. Ward turned on the lamp on his desk, put on his one-eyed magnifying glass, and began to clean the silver pendant. He took out
a paste, squeezed a little on top of a cotton swab, and carefully rubbed the silver pendant.
"The carving is very good and the shape is unique."
As he cleaned up, Mr. Ward said, "It's definitely not folk stuff."
"Not folk stuff? Is it the royal family?" Luther asked casually, not quite understanding.
"No, no, no, that's not what | meant. It is certainly not from the royal family. | mean ordinary craftsmen can't make it. It looks like it
was made by one of the royal craftsmen but the design was certainly not what the royal family was looking for."
Mr. Ward replied.
It took him stto apply the paste evenly on the silver pendant.
Then he poured sclear liquid inside a glass vessel, and put the silver pendant with the paste applied into the vessel with the
solution.
He then waited for a moment.
By this time, Casey had already bought the coffee back.
"Mr. Warner, here's your coffee."
He respectfully handed it forward.
Luther took it, took a few sips, and set it on the coffee table as he waited patiently for Mr. Ward.
Casey also brought Mr. Ward a cup of coffee, which he placed in front of Mr. Ward.
Mr. Ward looked up, smiled, and said, "Thank you."
Mr. Ward then got back to his work.
Suddenly, he frowned, "Strange, the shape looks so familiar."
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