The harp in the picture is made into the shape of a wing. This is not the shape of the usual harp, but is specially made. No one will deliberately imitate this kind of thing. Because Thomas himself is just a barely dot-making musician, with limited attainments in music. Then again, in Saint-Gen, music and other things do not exist as male entertainment.

It was indeed this harp. Ashu Rufate had seen Thomas playing silently many times. He was 100% sure that he had not admitted his mistake.

But how did Thomas's harp come here? According to St. Gene's custom, when a nobleman is buried in the soil, the only reasonable object of burial is his helmet and weapons, and everything else must be left as heritage. The same is true for Thomas.

Before his death, Thomas gave the most valuable things of his property to Ashurufate and Leo, and the harp, like other relics, was left to the heirs, but the problem was that Thomas had no heirs. His castle and land should be rewarded to some other nobles, and Thomas' servants would most likely be disbanded.

From this point of view, there is nothing strange about servants inheriting (or dividing up) part of the old master's relics and leaving.

Maybe some servant who got the harp left and was forced to sell it because of his difficulties in life. Of course, in order to increase the selling price, he would give the harp a special origin, so the thing ended up being in the hands of the art merchant.

"This piano..." Ashu Rufat stepped forward and grabbed the guy. "How to sell this piano?" he asked.

"Oh, sir, you are interested in this." Seeing that someone was interested, the guy was very happy. "There will be an auction tonight..." He looked at the sky and it was almost dusk. "In fact, it will start soon... This piano is an auction item! This is the 'Wings of Silver', a treasure that many zithers dream of. And he is also the relics of General Thomas, which can be said to be priceless!" He explained with a mouth full of frolicking.

Ashu Rufate really doesn't know much about the piano, and he doesn't understand what this "Wings of Silver" means.

"Where is this auction?" he asked further.

...

Berel showed his invitation and was immediately welcomed into the house.

This is a house that is not eye-catching in Mir City. Although it is quite large, it looks ordinary and has no characteristics inside and outside. In a word, this house is far less gorgeous than the gold-plated invitation.

"The Governor came to the house in person, and it really made the house shine..." A man with gray hair, thin figure, and about sixty or seventy years old came up to him. From the tone of speaking, this one should be the master. Beller politely and politely talked about it, and then smoothly turned the topic to this auction.

"Are you also interested in this auction?" The merchant looked at Belarel with a very keen look. Although Belarel completely resisted this effort to observe words and expressions, Robin beside him was not so calm. The old businessman got the information he wanted from Robin's face.

"If the Governor wants it, of course it is absolutely preferred." The old merchant promised. They turned over several corridors and came to a large room. In this room, there was a whole row of glass boxes, each with an item in it.

"Sir, this is one of the most precious spoils in the Battle of White Castle, the helmet of an evil god champion warrior." The old merchant explained in detail, but to be honest, this ox-horned helmet is so rough. "Although it looks inconspicuous, it is engraved with the mark of the evil god of Chaos. The magicians said that this thing also contains the power of chaos."

"Can I let me see it?" Belle suggested. He was not interested in the Chaos Evil God at first - as long as the White Fort is still in the hands of humans, the Chaos Evil God is a very distant thing - but the old merchant's erotic look made him feel a little curious.

"Can I take a closer look?" he asked.

"Of course." The old businessman opened the glass cabinet and signaled Beller to get it himself.

Berel reached for the helmet, and when his hand touched the helmet, he felt a numbness mixed with pain coming from his fingers, as if he was not a helmet in his hand, but a steel needle. Before he could react, a dizzy surged into his forehead. For a moment, he seemed to hear a voice whispering in his ears. The voice instigated him to kill, slaughter, stain his weapons with blood, trampled humans under his feet, listened to their dying wails, and enjoyed the pleasure of the winner.

But Beral immediately resisted the voice with his firm will. The feeling in his hand disappeared immediately, and then he found himself still standing there, holding his helmet, while the old merchant and Robin were watching him.

"It seems that this thing is real." He whispered, then put his helmet back. He was sure that it was only a very short moment, even Robin did not notice his abnormality.

"Sir, don't you wear it..." Robin was very surprised. He thought Beller would try on this helmet.

"No, there is no need." Sure enough, is this the power of chaos? If I had just put on this helmet, or the whispering sound in my ear just now, God knows what would happen. Is it really okay to hand over this kind of thing to a businessman who doesn't know anything? Beller felt a little uneasy, and then he saw the old businessman reaching into the glass cabinet with one hand and trying to put the helmet a little straight.

"Wait..." Beller reached out to stop him, but it was too late. The old businessman pinched the helmet with his hand and then straightened it.

"Sir, what's wrong?" Robin noticed the change in his face.

"No... nothing..." Is it invalid for ordinary people? But this thing is indeed a bit dangerous... Maybe you should buy it? No, no! If this happens, the old man will bring a bunch of such things next time. It is more appropriate to make him unable to sell it.

However, the old businessman had no idea about the other party. He led Beller to the second glass cabinet, which contained a harp made of wings. Although the harp looked a bit old, many places, such as the position of the wooden handle, were polished brightly. However, this thing was still very complete and it was obvious that it was well maintained.

"This is the legendary 'Wings of Silver'." The old merchant introduced attentively. "In legend, the treasures created by the ancient elves' masters of the piano making family with the lost skills today are the most precious treasures in the hearts of those music masters and bards. It is said that the entire human world is no more than twenty. But its value is not only that. Its predecessor is General Thomas, the invincible commander who is proud of St. Gene. The general was playing this piano before his death."

"Is that?" Berel tried his best to show that he was not interested. "But for us vulgar soldiers, this thing is just a piano."

Is Thomas' piano? After confirming that he had won the final victory, the old general, who was exhausted and injured, played the last song of his life in the sunset, and then closed his eyes with loneliness and satisfaction, putting an end to his life. There may be various defects and deficiencies in this life, but as a general, he has reached the highest peak he can reach.

For some reason, Berel unconsciously imagined this kind of imagination, so that he did not hear the old businessman's introduction to several other treasures at all, and just used words like "ah", "um", "so that's it".

"Are you anything particularly interested in?" After the introduction, the old businessman looked at Beller with eager eyes.

"I'm a little interested," Beller replied in a vague way. "How much does this helmet cost?"

"These things are decided by auctions. Although the starting price is not high, I think they can definitely be sold at a high price." The old businessman explained. "But if the Governor wants it, I can use... a price of 200 gold coins to sell them to you first."

It's so dark, it's true that he's worthy of his age. Beller secretly whispers in his stomach. One hundred gold coins are equivalent to a sky-high price, and it's even more than doubled...

"If this happens, why are you so embarrassed? Let me go to the auction. Having said that, the time is almost done."

Both sides were polite again, but Berel had already made up his mind. Seeing that the plan could not succeed, the old businessman could only allow Berel to go to the auction venue.

Of course, as a guest who "brings the invitation", Beller was taken to a very good position in front. While he was about to sit down and wait for the auction to begin, Robin pulled his sleeves.

"Sir, have you seen that corner..."

Beller looked back and happened to see Asu Ruffat.

"Sir, he didn't leave, but came back instead? Still here?" Robin said softly. "I don't know what he wants to do."

"It's nothing, it's just that he's very confident. As for what he wants to do..." Belle replied, squinting his eyes at Ashrufate's every move, while carefully observing the others around him. After confirming that there was only one person on the other side, Belle sat back. "Don't worry, he's just attending the auction. Maybe he's interested in something."

Because the auction has not yet begun, the two of them can only sit so bored.

"General," Robin suddenly said. "I thought about what you said to me yesterday for a long time after I went back."

"oh."

"Does I lack a certain quality in you saying that? A lack of a general?"

"You can understand this way." Berel hesitated for a moment before answering. "But if you want to be a pastry chef, then you are actually very qualified. The king's pastry chef may not necessarily beat you."

"General! I'm asking you for advice very seriously!" Robin almost burst into tears.

"Just kidding! Robin, I'm joking!" The smile on Beller's face faded. "It should be said that you lack one key factor, that is courage. Of course, you are still young, and something may happen to completely change you in the future."

"Courage, I..."
Chapter completed!