Chapter 967

"Oh, it was recommended by a friend. Yesterday you sent me the photo

of the pendant and I 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 welcome to

my little workroom. As you can see, this is just a small workroom so I

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. I think there was originally a pattern on

it, but I 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."

"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 come to 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 I meant. It is certainly not from the royal

family. I 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 some time to apply the paste evenly on the silver pendant.

Then he poured some clear 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.”