The guardian's sword

"You two look unfamiliar. Is this your first visit to Antiques Street?" A street peddler immediately said when Sean and Willow walked past his stall.

Sean and Willow stopped and looked at the street peddler.

Willow asked curiously, People come and go from Antiques Street every day. Do you remember everyone's faces?" NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

"Um... Well..."

The street peddler was speechless, and then his eyes glowed before he said, "To be honest, I've been talented since childhood. I have a photographic memory! Ordinary-looking people aside, how can I forget a match made in heaven like the two of you if I met you before?"

Willow smiled and nodded. No woman disliked being complimented on her looks.

Sean said nothing but smiled and shook his head.

The street peddler suddenly stopped them because of their standout appearances. It was obvious that they were not ordinary people. In short, they were marks for scams. Getting one sale could make them enough money to live comfortably for some time.

Although Willow had taken over some of the Quinn family's businesses in the past two years, she still did not know people as well as Sean.

The street peddler's eyes were full of naked greed, obviously treating Sean and Willow as suckers to be scammed and preparing to trick them.

"Look at what I have here. Every single one was just dug up in the last few days. They're genuine antiques! Look, I haven't even had time to brush off the dirt on the antiques and have already put them up for sale! I cant say

anything about the other street peddlers in Antiques street, but what I have here is definitely premium stuff! You're lucky to buy something from me!" The street peddler immediately said with a smile after stopping Sean and Willow in front of his stall.

Willow did not think much but bent down and studied the goods. The various goods were still covered in soil, but the soil had hardened slightly and was even cracked a little. The street peddler did not lie about it being dug out.

The dirt had indeed been dug out of the ground in the last few days, but it was unclear whether the items covered in the dirt were dug out of the ground in the last few days or bought from a factory.

Sean quickly scanned all the things on the floor and knew at a glance-all were cheaply produced knockoffs.

The oldest thing was probably the rag lying on the floor. The rag was slightly yellowish with many holes. Anyone could tell it was beyond its lifespan.

Sean smiled and shook his head but did not immediately take Willow away from the stall. Since Willow was interested in the items, he was happy to accompany Willow.

Willow looked seriously at the things on the ground. After observing them for some time, Willow suddenly picked up an item. It was a bronze pot no bigger than an adult's palm. It was also covered with thick soil and was heavy.

When Willow picked up the bronze pot, the street peddler's eyes lit up as he immediately said, "Oh! You have a good eye! You saw the best thing I have right away. This bronze pot is my stall's prized item! I had it authenticated by an antique appraiser who told me that the bronze pot is probably over 600 years old!"