Chapter 968

"What's wrong?" Luther sniffed and jolted. He hurriedly stood up and

walked to Mr. Ward's side.

Mr. Ward pointed to pendant.

the thick layer of oxidation on the silver pendant had mostly gone off,

revealing its original appearance.

“It looks like a dagger to me. Don't you think?" Luther asked Mr. Ward,

pointing to the pendant.

"Yes, Mr. Warner is right. At Pascaylia, this was what female generals

would bring around them in ancient times to defend themselves. Of

course bows and arrows are the main weapons they use."

Mr. Ward reached inside the pendant with a cotton swab and gently

rubbed the pendant, “Look, this area is badly worn out, but you can still

see the original shape.”

After that, Mr. Ward got up, found an ancient book from the top of the

bookshelf, turned to a page in the middle, and pointed it out to Luther.

“Look, does it look like this dagger?"

"Yes, it's very similar. Mr. Ward you are really knowledgeable. You know

it at a glance.”

Luther praised, "Could it be that this is something left over from the

general's house in ancient times?"

“That's not true. It looks like it's only a hundred years old, so it was not

that ancient. It should be a recent reproduction of a more ancient

pendant, perhaps just for some symbolic meanings.”

Mr. Ward sat back at his workroom and asked again, "Mr. Warner, this

pendant, I believe, is for women."

"Yes."

Luther nodded his head.

"That's right then. It can be determined that the prototype of the dagger

was one used by an ancient female general. There's some kind of

totem carved on it. You see.”

Mr. Ward pointed to the pattern on the top of the pendant, "This will be

the key to the origin of this pendant.”

"Can you see it?" Luther came forward and had a close look, but it was

still hard to tell.

"Mr. Warner might need to wait a little while longer. I will probably need

a few hours to recover the pattern with my computer, so that you can

probably see the original totem."

Mr. Ward finished, and he opened the computer on the desktop, “You

have come to the right person today.

You see, I am the best at antique restoration. I can restore just any

object back to its own shape even if it's something more obscure.”

The large display screen presented a exquisite variety of restored

patterns.

Luther could not help but sigh. This Mr. Ward was really extraordinary.

No wonder he could have such a reputation inside this industry.

"Thank you. I'll wait here."

Luther said.

On the side, Casey was even more astonished.

When did the president become so patient? In the old days, the

president must have gone straight away and let him come and pick it

up later.

He would definitely now just sit here all day in the past.

The wait was extremely long.

At noon, Luther went out for lunch with Casey and got Mr. Ward

something to eat.

Mr. Ward was so involved in his work that he forgot to eat. He had a

few bites, and then was back to his work.

Around 5 p.m., Mr. Ward straightened up and stretched a bit.

"Mr. Warner, we are good. Come and have a look."

Mr. Ward said.

During the boring waiting hours, Casey had been so tired and drowsy

sitting there, and when Mr. Ward shouted, he woke up immediately.

Luther had gotten up and approached the computer.

Mr. Ward turned the computer screen to Luther and pointed to the

screen, "Look, the pattern has been recovered. There are quite a lot of

overlapping strokes, so it took longer than usual.”