Fulilian: Becomes a disciple of Celia at the beginning

An hour later.

After repeated compression and stacking, without damaging the items, Gut has compressed the volume of the items he purchased in the suitcase to the greatest extent, leaving enough space for the goods purchased by Teacher Seriai.

Another hour later.

Gut, who had been waiting outside the market for two and a half hours, finally couldn't sit still anymore.

The magic power in his body surged out and spread unreservedly throughout the market.

Although, doing so in the city is a very impolite behavior and a provocation to all magicians who are detected.

But efficiency comes first, and Gut doesn't have time to think about it too much.

What's more, this is just a border town in the Lant area. Even if there are magicians, there can only be a few of them.

Even if I'm really unlucky and find one or two of them in the market, if they cause trouble, I can just beat them up.

Gut is very confident in his magical attainments.

Gut is 100% confident in his physical fitness.

With a fragile body like the magician, even if there were ten or eight of them together, they would not be enough to withstand Gut's elbow strike alone, let alone one or two.

According to the theory of relativity in physics, when Gut's iron fist hits down, there will always be several magicians who will take off on the spot.

Suddenly, Gut's eyes flashed, and after spreading his magic power to most of the market, he finally fed back the magic fluctuations belonging to his teacher.

Just as Gut was about to take back the magic power he had spread out, suddenly, another weak magic signal appeared in Gut's perception.

"What bad luck! I actually ran into another magician in the market. I hope he'll be more tactful and not come up and cause trouble."

Gut thought as he walked towards where Teacher Celia was.

But the bad thing is that according to the feedback from the gradually shrinking magic power detection results, the weak magic power source detected earlier is gradually coming towards him along the direction of the shrinking magic power.

"Tsk."

Gutt tutted his words, "Are you a rigid and dogmatic old-fashioned conservative? Do you take the moral values ​​of magicians so seriously?"

Forget it. After all, I was the one who was rude first. If the magician who came has a good attitude, then just give him some way and give him a way out.

But if he has a bad attitude and acts bossy from the start, then Gut will have to make him learn the skill of vertical takeoff eleven years in advance.

(The current time is 21 years before the Xinshi Era. Human magicians analyzed the flawed flying magic 11 years before the Xinshi Era.)

Ignoring this episode for the moment, Gut quickly rushed towards the direction of Teacher Celia in the market, wanting to see what the teacher was doing and why she was so slow.

At the other end of the market, in front of an antique stall.

Celia had been squatting here for a long time, looking at the antiques and the prices.

At the same time, I was thinking about my memories of the antique production era and comparing it to see if it was correct.

Before I knew it, the afternoon was almost gone.

Finally, Gut rushed over and immediately locked his eyes on the teacher who was squatting in front of the antique stall looking at the goods. He felt helpless for a moment.

Lao Deng from Shang Zhou, are you going to buy the fake stuff from last week again?

I've added another chapter. After reading this one, you can no longer criticize me for writing the previous one too.

Chapter 41: One Heutrale Gold Coin is the Price of the Real Thing

"teacher."

"I thought you said we didn't have enough time for shopping, right?"

"Long-winded."

Feeling the magical fluctuations belonging to the disciple behind her, Celie, who was squatting in front of the stall, turned around and said.

Having said that, Celie knew that her time for treasure appraisal was drawing to a close.

In order to make up his mind, he simply waved to the disciples behind him, indicating that Gut should come to his side.

"You are quite knowledgeable about antiques, aren't you? Come with me and take a look."

"it is good"

Gut replied in a drawn-out tone, squatting beside Celie. There was a hint of helplessness in his words, but also a hint of "doting."

Forget it, since our own "Shang Zhou Lao Deng" has a hobby of panning for gold in the shit of antiques, as his disciple, I will support him. At most, I will just postpone the journey for one day.

Gut took a few cultural relics from the teacher, which she herself was not sure were real or fake, and looked at them silently in her hands.

As expected, I couldn't understand it at all.

After all, my knowledge of antiques is limited to the category of utensils, and this is the memory left over from when I was copying books in the monastery.

But in the field of antique identification, there is no such thing as analogy.

Antiques of different categories and different eras have their own characteristics and particularities. They are not completely different from each other, but they are not much better than the saying "different fields are as different as different mountains".

If Gut were to make some evaluations on these ornaments that even Celie couldn't judge, he might only be able to make some judgments based on the talent entry of [Innate Tomb Raider Holy Body].

These are the ornaments, none of which look like products unearthed recently.

Gut glanced at the stall owner again. He had a cunning look and looked sloppy. Even if he was from a poor family, he wouldn't behave like that.

At this point, Gut had already made a judgment in his heart about the authenticity of these antiques.

After gently putting all the ornaments back in place and dusting off his hands, Gut decided to go and persuade the teacher to leave.

The probability of encountering genuine goods at such a stall is almost zero.

The "antiques" on the boss's stall might have been bought by weight by the previous owner.

However, when Gut noticed the expectation in Teacher Celia's eyes when she looked at him, he stopped trying to dissuade her.

The lost face of Celie when she realized she had been mistaken last time appeared in her mind.

Um.

Forget it, regardless of whether they are real or fake, I bought these "antiques" as toys for the "old kids at home".

Gut patted Celia's shoulders twice and looked at the stall owner with a rather helpless look.

He pointed at the ornaments on the stall that Celie had taken a fancy to with a look of disgust on his face and spoke.

"Pack all these and name a price."

Hearing the customer's words, the stall owner looked happy.

He quickly glanced at those worthless ornaments and opened his mouth to offer a sky-high price.

However, the guest in front of him seemed to be quite knowledgeable, and from his movements and expression, he seemed to have discovered something.

Although it was unclear why he still wanted to purchase these fakes, the boss still hesitated when quoting the price and reduced the price from an earth-shattering price to a more modest price.

"Ten. Oh, no, one gold coin?"

The corner of Gu Te's eye twitched, "You really dare to ask for it!"

Seeing this, the boss was a little panicked. But isn't this the normal process, especially in the business of selling antiques on the street, where both the buyer and the seller have to negotiate over the price?

Could it be that this is a young man who came from somewhere?

The stall owner, who had not opened for a long time, was afraid of missing this customer again, so he gritted his teeth and took the initiative to speak.

"Sir, I see you really want to buy this. I won't play tricks on you anymore. Please give me five silver coins."

"make a deal!!!"

After the stall owner finished speaking, Gut handed a Heuvel gold coin to the stall owner. This action confused the boss and even made him a little insecure.

Could there really be genuine items among these antiques?

That shouldn't be the case. Everything sold on the stalls is purchased by the kilogram from upstream merchants. They don't even bother to provide me with a box. How could they be genuine goods?

But if there is no genuine product, why would this young man

With these things constantly on his mind, the stall owner numbly packed up all the "antiques" and handed them to Gut.

The stall owner slumped to the ground, watching the two customers walk away with a complicated expression.

I clearly made a killing on this deal, but why can't I feel happy?

"These antiques all have problems, right?"

On the way, Celie looked at the "antiques" wrapped in the bag and asked Gut beside her.

"Why do you make such a judgment, teacher?"

"When we left, the boss's face didn't show any joy of making money," Gut replied with a smile.

"Ah."

"He has that expression because he is shocked by your stupid behavior."

Celia mercilessly exposed the truth, "And he lowered the price too quickly. It's obvious he's not confident about the price he's selling, or rather, he has a significant understanding of the true value of the item."

"In this case, it can't be the real thing."

"So, why?"

Celia walked up to Gut and stopped, blocking the disciple's steps forward, and asked seriously.

"Why would you buy something you know is fake, and then refuse the store owner's offer to reduce the price, buying it at an inflated price that's not even worth it?"

"answer me."

"because."

Gut lowered his head slightly. "One Heutrale gold coin is the price of the real thing."

"If it's sold for five silver coins, then it's a fake."

"I hope the teacher bought the real thing, because I don't want to see the frustration on her face when she makes a mistake."

The disciple's words silenced Celie. She stood there in a daze for a while before her expression returned to normal.

“Is this your reason?”

"How boring."

Celia responded calmly, "I thought you would be a smarter disciple."