Finistine 2

'Finistine!

Suddenly a blond young man in a black windbreaker walked into the room.

"Why are you still here? Still working on your antique jewelry? Stop playing, hurry back, while the afternoon train, but also hurry to tidy up."

The young man glanced at Garon, who was sitting on one side, and saw the closer relationship between him and Finistine.

"Instead of studying your jewelry and antiques all day, could you please do something more serious? !"

"Felix, I can make my own decisions without you telling me what to do!" Phinestine replied curtly. "Antique jewelry isn't business? Do what you want to do, is business!"

"You!" The youth complexion one red, "know and I talk back! I don't care about my family business, I don't care about my own company, I go to the corner of the country to study jewelry and antiques! You got it! You got it! If you can, don't go back today!"

'Not if we don't! Finestine snorted and turned her eyes away.

"I'll see what you do when you get into trouble, hanging out all day with some guys who study jewelry and antiques, and not even going to the kindred banquets!" The young man seems to be angry, and his eyes turn around and fall on Garon's head.

'I go from one friend to another, and I tell you, Phinestine, that antique jewellery fellows like them will never be more than a jeweller. What will become of you, mixed up with such people all day?"

"I say you speak with respect!" Fearnistine jumped to her feet. 'He's my friend!

"Hum!" The young man groaned coldly. 'Father already knows that you've been working on antique jewellery all day, and he's very unhappy with you. I'll see what you say to father."

"That's none of your business! Just because you're my brother, don't think you can scold me! No breeding at all!"

Garon frowns as he sits aside. Felix, the young man who is Finestine's biological brother, sounds displeased with his sister's antiquities. And there was no love lost for the man who was discussing antiques with Finistine.

"Please keep your voices down!" A bespectacled middle-aged maid came in and whispered. "This is a public place. This is a library. Please be quiet."

"Sorry! The young man nodded and strode out of the room.

Finistine smiled apologetically at the middle-aged woman. "I'm sorry to make you laugh."

The woman nodded and turned gravely to leave the room.

Finestine sat back down on the sofa, not looking very good.

Garon sits and frowns. "If you need something, go home. It's not important that we talk."

"My brother spoke rudely. I apologize for him." Phinestine felt helpless.

"Nothing. I can see your family disapprove of your research into antique jewellery."

"Yes, they think I am idle, and I have been accused of it many times." "Phinestine said helplessly. "The situation in my family is complicated. My parents allocate more resources to me than others, so many of my peers are disobedient to me. Change the way to pick on me."

"It can't be helped." Garon learns about Finestine's family background from Finn.

It was not just any business family, but a superfamily with ties to the top of the union, spanning several large provinces. Compared to Garon's uncle and his master Fei Baiyun, they are not in the same league.

The Finistins even had their own private army, and her father was one of the most powerful men in the family.

They sat down for a while, and then a well-built, middle-aged man, dressed in a black suit, entered the room.

"Miss, it's time to go home. Your appointed time is up."

Finestine nodded and sat up on the sofa. "I see."

"This is my bodyguard anko. Then I'll go first and you take your time."

"All right." Garon nodded and looked at the man, Anko. His eyes narrowed slightly.

He sensed something in him similar to, perhaps stronger than, Golden Ring 102.

Garon glanced at the man's waist and saw that he was lumpy, as if he had something stuck in it.

"If a man of this skill is equipped with a pistol, as long as the shot is not too bad, I have no room for resistance. It is a big family. People in big places are different.

What little pride he had just gained in his performance sank.

After Finestine and her bodyguard leave, Garon sits alone on the sofa, with the faint scent of a young lady,

"If that gold ring had been good at a pistol that day, I guess I wouldn't have been able to pull it off so easily. Hot weapons are the natural enemies of warriors."

He sighed and took a sip of black tea.

"Thanks to the black jade plate, I now have new stats to boost." He scans the property bar below his field of vision, and the power above has been increased by 0.1 due to the Cloud Arcana, now 2.11. The potential has increased to 164%.

"It's just that the pace is so slow that it's only increased a little in a week."

Then he looked at the skills bar, subjects, subjects, and so on. He put his eyes directly on the White cloud secret, and stayed for three seconds. The white cloud remained motionless, apparently unable to increase further.

"Has it reached its peak?"

"Well, just add it to your intelligence. Things have been a mess lately. Let's see how that helps."

He hesitated, looking directly at the intellect.

Pa!

A clean current is flowing into intelligence.

1.20 intelligence, instantly changed to 1.50.

Garon felt a chill in his brain. His brain, which had seemed dull, suddenly became clear. It seems that mental reactivity, logical memory has been improved. However, this kind of promotion is a little vague, there is no way to refer to the actual comparison of the effect.

"According to the standard units I set up, the average person's intelligence is measured by one, and I am now more than half the average person's intelligence. Intellectual limitations in some subjects should also be removed."

In the skills column, many subjects have the minimum value of intelligence, did not achieve the only honest step by step learning, and once achieved, can remember, all the content of this lesson can be extrapolated from one another, quick thinking, like speed to reach a point after the subject should master the level.

Clearer, Garon ponders the situation a little.

"If I wanted to get the jinx without the risk, now I could step back and let Gerrish watch Quicksilver and their case progress, and the Gold Ring could be approached through Gerrish's old company to buy jinx. As soon as they find a new antique of doom, I can make the best bid I can. My only concern is not having enough money to buy it. It's an option, but it requires a lot of money."

"But can also change the way of thinking, I could estimate the antique by absorbing potential is true, as a result, in view of the bad luck antique jewelry or mysterious, I has the absolute authority of the identification, just to catch up with some antique jewelry appraisal knowledge experience, become a detective they doom antique appraisal professional should be no problem."

"Quicksilver probably didn't have the potential secrets of the doomed antique, or he wouldn't have given it to me so easily." Garon had worked with Quicksilver and was clear on one key point.

What other people see as antiques of doom are precious objects with a bit of mystery and spooky lore. In his eyes, the antique of doom is a good thing that can absorb potential and enhance oneself.

"I don't have to keep it for myself, but I can approach it as a mixture of appraiser and collector, making both the detective and the gold ring realize that I am the only one who can reliably identify the true doom. That way, you can stay out of the situation, and at the same time, you can get what you want."

I have to say, after a little bit of intelligence, Garon felt his brain was much clearer, and in a couple of clicks he arranged things properly and found a proper position for himself.

"So now it's just a matter of catching up on antiques. The old man should have had some experience." Garon immediately remembered old Gago from Dolphin Antiques.

"And that book that old Gargott got out so mysteriously last time, I don't know what it was. Looks like the old man has a few secrets of his own. But it doesn't matter so long as it's not a problem."

Immediately, Garon stood up and searched a series of rooms for books on antique identification, but there were none. I went to the special book room on the right side of the library again, and also did not find anything. And there are very few books on the right.

Outside the library, Garon finds a carriage and heads to dolphin Antiques.

Sitting in the carriage, Garon felt vaguely annoyed. Obviously he had added so many attribute points to his body and his physical strength had reached a strong level, but he could not refute the condescending tone of Finestine's brother when he met him just now.

Whether it is fei Baiyun's Baiyun martial arts school, or uncle's gray company, in the eyes of others are just general small role. And his proud personal force, not to say in the face of guns, even his own brothers are sure to beat, force is not simply strong.

He closed his eyes slightly to rest, listening to the clacking of the horses' hooves and the rolling of the wheels, and Garon thought about his life since the crossing.

"Although I have talent and ability, I am still an ordinary martial arts student, a student of Shengying Academy, and the son of an ordinary office worker's family. The road is still to go step by step, from the real strong, I still far from ah, "he recalled the experience in the silver gauze castle, more and more feel his weak.