Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 56

2021-07-06

Chapter 56 Special Treatment

Even if Shade won a neat victory, Mr. Lavender still very excited. But unfortunately, his number has been called, he can only get up and leave regretfully, but put Shade's business card away solemnly.

After the game was over, there was no organizer, people didn't want to play poker anymore, Shade sat there, bewilderedly invited to join the discussion of royal anecdote, forced to be in a moot that he didn't understand at all. Gus Cavendish Prince speaks out on the conflict with the Army's 3rd Steam Equipment Division Corps Head, Marquis Callard.

Fortunately, he finally got his number. Seeing that he had an excuse to leave, he hurriedly stood up and handed out business cards to the people around him. This was a good opportunity to solicit business for himself. , The people who play Rhodes are rich people.

I pushed open the side door of the room and walked in, of course, I didn't forget to close the door. The last Lord's card collector who entered here has left the main entrance of the room. At this time, there is only an Old Mister behind the desk in the room. He yawns and asks Shade to sit down.

The room is not big, even a little cramped. Only a few picture frames on the walls count as decoration, and the table from Lord's Appraisal Master takes up almost 1/4/2022 of the room.

When seated, Shade noticed that in addition to a few gas lamps and various lenses, there was a rather obvious black metal box on the table, which was full of torn Rhodes cards. On the top is the "Flower 1" card of the Delarion hero series that Mr. Lavender showed off to everyone. There is no special effect, but the card face is very beautiful, but unfortunately it is also fake.

"The forged Rhodes card is going to be torn up, do you know that?"

The old man with glasses asked, and after seeing Shade's nod, he signaled that he could show the Authenticated cards.

Carefully open the diary, take out "Sun 3" [Founding·Silver Moon] and place it on the soft cushion on the desktop. The gloved old man stretched out his hand and frowned at a glance:
"Silver Moon of the founding series?"

He looked up towards Shade, as if looking at a mentally ill patient, obviously I don't believe anyone will come to identify this.

But still dutifully pulled over the gas lamp near the lotus mouth, adjusted the light to the strongest, and picked up the magnifying glass to check the card details under the lamp.

Shade, who was waiting for the "picked up lottery ticket draw", was sitting there and suddenly felt less nervous. But the person sitting on the other side of the table became tense over time. It was almost dozens of minutes later that he lifted the head and looked towards Shade earnestly. The forehead covered by the hair was already sweating:

"Silvermoon of the founding series?"

The exact same question as Shade sat down, but in a completely different tone.

Shade, who probably understood the result, just shook his head:

"Probably."

He said very reservedly, even though he thought he could control his emotions, But at this moment, I still can't hold back my joy.

"Oh, sir, please wait, please wait. I can't identify this card, I'll go get someone else."

The old Appraisal Master trembled. Return the cards to Shade, take off his glasses, wipe his face with a towel from the shelf, then run around the table to the door:
"Sir, don't run, I'll be right back! Give it to me 3 minutes."

The voice of his voice began to tremble.

“Why am I running?”

Shade thought, watching the door close.

He lowered his head and looked towards the [Founding·Silver Moon] "Sun 3", and looked at the lady holding the silver moon sideways on the card:
"speaking of which, silver moon and I It's really an inexplicable fate."

The old Appraisal Master didn't use 3 minutes, or even one minute before running back in a hurry. He held the door frame and looked like he was about to suffocate:

"Mr. very good, you are still here."

"Why am I not here?"

Shade thought to himself, picking up the cards and standing up. Only then did I hear the sound of running again from the corridor behind the old Appraisal Master, and soon I saw a tall and thin middle-aged man wearing black leather shoes running over. He wears a black suit and a brooch with the Ouroboros logo:

"Cindia Mark, Vice-President of the Tobesque branch of the Society of Prophets."

middle -aged man gasped as he passed the old Appraisal Master and came over to shake Shade's hand.

"You'd better catch your breath before talking, I won't run."

Shade said, then whispered:
"So, this card of mine Is it true?"

Mr. Mark invited Shade to talk on the third floor of the association. This time it was a very formal reception room, and there were even servants hired by the association to prepare tea for the guests.

Shade took a seat on the sofa in the reception room, and saw that after Mr. Mark also sat down, two more Appraisal Masters who were probably older than Augustus prince hurried over:
"We're going to take a step further with this founding silver moon, but it's here, right in front of your eyes. Can you wait a little longer, gentleman?"

Sindia Mark The Vice-President wiped his sweat as he spoke, and Shade keenly noticed that the shirt collar inside his suit was soaked with sweat.

"Of course no problem, but the cost of identification."

Shade said hesitantly deliberately.

"Of course it's still fivepence, you don't need to spend more."

Mr. Mark said, taking the business card from Shade, just as surprised as Mr. Lavender just now " 6 St. Teresa Square".

Again:

“Mr. Hamilton, do you need any refreshments?”

“I don’t think so for now.”

Shade waved his hand, although the Prophet Society is a very formal world organization, and there will be no murders and cards. But as a foreigner with no one to rely on and no power and power, it is better to be cautious when going out.

He looked towards the three old Appraisal Masters who had been hurriedly summoned. The three of them were already on the long table on the other side of the reception room, spreading out the densely packed tools and lenses, and opened the doors by the servants. All kinds of lamps and lanterns with strange shapes were sent. The grand floor-to-ceiling windows and curtains of the reception room were closed, shutting out the silhouette of the Yordle Palace in the morning mist:
"About this silver moon of creation. If it's true, I think it shouldn't be everywhere. Propaganda."

Shade didn't look at Mr. Mark, but said unconsciously.

“Of course, the association is absolutely fair in Rhodes cards and will not harm the interests of any collectors. This is our purpose.”

Mr. Sindia Mark assured , the Shade who owns this card is a collector by default.

He looked at Shade out of the corner of his eye. He was well-dressed but he didn't look rich, he just had a unique temperament. After hesitating for a while, Mark Vice-President asked:

"Then would it be convenient for you to tell us the origin of this card? No other meaning, but the last time the association saw it, it was probably 127 Years ago, the 'Big City Player' Rhodes card tournament, that year Stilwell Byron Baron used this card to enter the finals, it can be said to be out of the limelight, the association wants to record this card in the past 100 years. Whereabouts, really didn't expect, I was fortunate enough to see it."

(end of this chapter)