The door clicked open.
Fang Plover looked back and saw a marble head suddenly sticking out from inside, reflecting a faint, gray luster in the moonlight. This thing almost scared him on the spot, what the hell! ? puppet? Stone golem?
But the marble head suddenly hit sideways and hit the door frame with a bang, causing a lot of dust on it to fall off. Fang Yu was wondering why this thing suddenly started mutilating itself, and then he heard a voice from behind.
"Shesta, be careful, this thing is worth a lot of money."
The voice was gentle and clear, very distinctive.
So much so that Fang Yu could tell who was talking as soon as he heard it, and he asked in disbelief: "Miss Sylvide?"
"Mr. Ed?" the voice asked curiously.
Then Fang Yu saw the marble head slowly retreating, and it turned out that it was a half-breasted stone statue, with the base and the base being easily held in the arms of the maid.
Sylvide stood aside and looked at him in surprise: "Captain, you are here too."
"Miss Sylvide, what are you doing?"
Fang Yu looked at the master and the servant with some surprise. The main reason was that the painting style of the other party was too strange. Not to mention Siesta carrying a marble statue, only Sylvide's left hand was seen. Holding a painting wrapped in oilcloth, his right hand actually held a candlestick covered in patina.
Seeing how big and small they were, he almost thought he was hallucinating and thought Parker was Sylvide.
The aristocratic girl put the painting and the box on the ground, smiled at him and said: "It's easy to take advantage of it, didn't the captain see it?"
Of course he saw it——
The problem is that this picture doesn't look right. In fact, he felt something was wrong from the very beginning when the other party proposed to split up. It was just that the premonition that something was wrong became reality at this moment.
"Miss Sylvide..."
Sylvide smiled slightly and lightly pressed the frame with her lace-edged gloves: "Building a ship costs a lot of money, right? In order to help the captain reduce the burden, I have to pay attention to it at all times. It’s extra income, not to mention it’s just a little effort.”
Fang Yu didn't believe it. He felt that the other party must have had such a plan a long time ago, ever since she proposed it. He pointed at those things: "But these are...?"
"They are all antiques. This painting was burned in the Dolifen disaster, and this stone sculpture never appeared again after that." Sylvide seemed to be very familiar with the value of these antiques.
"How much are these things... worth?" Although Fang Plover couldn't see anything special about these things, he believed that with Sylvide's eyes, the things he found must not be simple.
"This painting and this candlestick are not worth much. This painting is an early work by a well-known painter, and it only costs about ten or twenty thousand liesels. And this candlestick is a sacred object, and some people still want it for thousands of liesels," Sylvide replied lightly: "But the key is the stone sculpture in Siesta's hand. It is the work of the master Mipaon. It is a rare treasure. If we are lucky and find the right buyer, maybe we can make a small purchase. Make a fortune——"
"Make a small profit?" Fang Yu asked suspiciously.
Sylvide stretched out a palm and shook it in front of him, her long and slender fingertips looking very naughty. "Fifty thousand?" Fang Yu asked.
"Fifty million, Captain."
Fang Yu couldn't help but gasped: "Well, with so many, will the illusion materialize for you?" He suddenly felt like he was exploiting a loophole in the system, if he hadn't known that this was not a game.
"Why not?" Sylvide glanced at him curiously: "This is not a few tons of precious metal, is it? It is actually just a stone. The so-called art is just the attributes we give it, but in essence it is In this illusion, it is equivalent to a stone."
But Fang Yu still finds it incredible that Dolifen's illusion has existed for nearly twenty years. If it is true as Sylvide said, then the antique market near Elpaxin will not collapse?
He couldn't help but ask: "But such a big Doliphon should have more than just these antiques. Why have I never heard of such a thing before?"
"Why not? It's just that the captain doesn't know what's going on in the aristocratic circle. In fact, such nonsense happens every year. 'Fake' products collide with genuine products. Many people have been ruined because of this, and there are even more There are many things we don’t know, and maybe some of them have made a fortune from this——"
"Then Miss Sylvide, you——?"
Sylvide smiled slightly and replied: "Actually, I have seen more than these few good things before, but I will not take action unless I am absolutely certain. I will only take out something that I am sure has disappeared. .”
She turned her eyes and said with a smile: "Actually, it's the captain's luck. The real buyers and collectors of Dolifen's things know it well, but no one has ever entered Hostings Cathedral before, not even No one has been able to find this place in the illusion. Therefore, these art treasures that were reduced to ashes in the fire that day, who knows whether they were really burned or buried underground in some ruins?"
She replied plausibly: "In this sense, this statue is more authentic than the real thing. Because not only is it exactly the same as the original, but it is also the only one in the world - at least for now, so the captain thinks So what is it if it’s not the real thing?”
Fang Yu shook his head helplessly after hearing this: "I'm sure I can't tell you the truth, Miss Sylvide, but if you hold these things later, won't they get in the way if we fight?"
"That's why I have to find a place to hide them first." Sylvide then looked around: "This is the dean's office of Holliett College. There is no more suitable place than here. Even if there is When other people come into this room, it doesn't look out of place at all."
Fang Yu thought to himself that this was a meticulous calculation of every step, and if it had to be said that it was done casually, he would not believe it anyway.
"Come in first." He looked serious, opened the door and said to the two of them.
"What's wrong?" Sylvide noticed his expression and asked her maid to walk in holding the stone sculpture, and then asked curiously after walking in herself.
Fang Yu closed the door gently, took a deep breath and said, "There were Dragon Worshipers here before. I almost thought you were them at first."
The aristocratic girl's expression changed, and she immediately understood what he meant: "So it's not easy to come to this place. Think about it, since there are those guys behind Holliett College, its dean will not be an ordinary person. , maybe there are some key clues hidden here thirty years ago?"
"I didn't expect that Siesta and I just picked a place by the way, but we got it wrong, Captain."
Fang Piao glanced at her suspiciously and asked, "Miss Sylvide, how do you know this is the dean's office?"
"Because although I am not very familiar with this place, I am very familiar with Hostings Cathedral. There are some common principles. In this building, it is the best room here."
Fang Yu glanced at her and thought that this made sense. In fact, Miss Tata told him the same thing when he asked Miss Goblin before, but she was not familiar with the architectural style of Fusha's era.
"Are there any 'interesting' antiques here?" he suddenly asked.
Sylvester looked at him, smiled slightly and nodded.
really--
Fang Yu thought to himself that he knew this was the case. He shook his head and didn't bother to care about the master and the servant anymore. Anyway, they had made up their minds and would not honestly explain to him.
He also figured out that the money would come to those who saw it - in other words, as the captain, he was happy to see it come to fruition.
Then he walked to the desk, picked up the documents on it and took a look.
Even though the piles of documents had been turned over, there was still a layer of dust on them. Fang Pulver flicked them with his hand, and the dust suddenly flew into the air. Sylvide and Siesta, who were putting things away, couldn't help coughing. They probably knew he was playing tricks, so they turned around and rolled their eyes at him angrily.
Fang Yu originally had some mischievous intentions, and he couldn't help but feel proud when he saw the aristocratic girl who always had the upper hand was defeated, but when the latter frowned slightly and threw a pair of sanitary balls at her, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Sylvester, on the other hand, saw how cute he looked and couldn't help but cover her mouth and burst into laughter.
Fang Yu blushed and quickly lowered his head, secretly complaining that something was wrong. To be honest, before this, Sylvide seemed to him beautiful, but he had no real sense of it.
Therefore, although he appreciated it, he always maintained a certain degree of vigilance and distance from the other party in his heart.
But the casual glance from the noble girl just now made him feel unable to calm down for the first time.
He absentmindedly flipped through the documents in his hand. Sylvester tilted her head at this scene, narrowed her eyes and walked over, deliberately asking in a gentle tone: "Have you found any clues, Captain?"
She deliberately lowered her voice very softly, which made Fang Yu even more embarrassed, and he felt guilty as if something had been discovered.
"Um... I just started watching," Fang Plover said, sweating profusely: "Don't interfere with me, Miss Sylvide."
"But I didn't say anything?" Sylvide smiled, but her tone was extremely innocent, like a pitiful white lotus: "Captain?"
Fang Yu couldn't help but screamed inwardly. The noble lady seemed to him to have given birth to a fox tail at this moment. He didn't know how to answer, but suddenly a name flashed in his sight.
This made him forget what he was talking about, and his attention shifted to the page of documents.
'Xisi, fifteen years old, the daughter of a pottery workshop owner, no other special background...emphasis mark. '
Fang Yu accidentally saw this sentence and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh: "Huh?"
He hurriedly turned to the next page and found that each page was composed of the names of different people. This document was clearly a roster.
There is a time stamp on the list, which happened to be recorded more than thirty years ago. Could this be the admission list of Hollett College?
But there were no Earthlings here at that time, and many of Earth's customs and cultures had not yet spread to Aitaria. Would an academy in the classical era have such a detailed roster?
Or does this thing actually have another purpose?
Fang Yu took out Xisi's page and put it aside, then pursed his lips and continued to flip down.
Seeing that his expression became serious, Sylvester moved her eyes slightly and stopped teasing him. Instead, she looked at the document in his hand. But when Fang Yu turned to one of the pages, she suddenly let out a light sigh:
"Mr. Ed, look at that mark."
Fang Yu's hand also stopped. He looked at Shizu's list again, nodded and took out the page in his hand.
On the list was a female name that he had never heard of before. The owner of the name was seventeen years old, one year older than Shizu. The reason why this list caught their attention was because it also had an important mark on it.
To be precise, it is a light red seal, the image of which is exactly the same as the Zealot's sacrifice mark.
Fang Yu looked at the time when the other party entered school and couldn't help but be stunned.
"Five years ago, so long apart?" He frowned. He originally thought that there should be a connection between the two names, but he didn't expect that they were separated by such a long time.
And this also shows from the side that the Dragon Cult behind Hollett College's layout here may not be a one-day thing.
"Keep turning back." After he and the noble girl looked at each other, the latter said softly.
Fang Yu nodded. This was also his idea. He turned over many pages, but not long after, he pulled out the same list with the mark.
"Do you have time?"
Fang Plover nodded: "July, the Year of the Badger's Claw."
"July? That's what you say, right? But the Year of the Badger Claw was forty-four years ago. I remember that year the old king came to the throne, and his personal emblem was a badger. It happened to be another five years?" Sylvie Deyi frowned beautifully.
Fang Yu took out the list.
Then scrolling down, he found that every five years - no more, no less - the name of a woman with such a mark would appear on the list, and she was usually no more than seventeen years old.
There are twelve lists in total.
However, the earliest lists were relatively simple in form, and the recorded information was also very hasty. They often only had names, ages, and a recorded time, which looked very different from later lists.
It is more like an emergency measure during the initial stage of this mysterious organization.
Fang Yu sorted it out from beginning to end and found that the roster began to become regular about sixty years ago, and he recalled that that time was also when the Hollett School became famous.
"Twelve lists," Fang Plover said softly: "It spans sixty years, and it has been about ninety years now. If this is really a consistent conspiracy, what does it mean?"
"You should ask," Sylvide replied: "What does this conspiracy have to do with the Dark Dragon? What do the twelve people on this list mean?"
Fang Yu remained silent, lowered his head and looked at it again, and then noticed another detail.
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