Chapter 967


    "Oh, it was rmended 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 exined, "After asking around a few times, everyone ended up rmending this ce. 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 que that read "Sanmon Antiques" on the door.


    "This is the ce. Mr. Warner, this way."


    Casey led the way the workroom inside.


    Mr. Ward stood up and smiled, "Good day to you both and wee 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 thickyer 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 hade 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.


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    "Good. Go ahead."


    Luther nodded gently.


    Casey got up and left respectfully.


    Mr. Ward turned on themp on his desk, put on his one-eyed magnifying ss, 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 ss 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 ced 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."