The loyalty seemed to be seeping from the bones of the soldiers.

Max was deeply astonished by the feeling that he was experiencing.

Then, as Max moved on to the third word, he felt as if he was still on the battlefield. However, what he previously experienced were things that happened before the battle started.

This time, he was in the middle of the battle.

Despite being outnumbered, the soldiers did not give up; they did not care if they had to sacrifice their lives. Stopping their enemies so that their families could be safe was their shared objective.

His heart was once again deeply touched by the blood, sweat, and tears that were expended for the benefit of one's family and nation.

It's true. There's no such thing as an age of peace. It's merely an illusion created due to people having already shouldered the burden for us.

Tears began to slowly flow from Max's already murky eyes when he suddenly recalled those words.

The people nearby were perplexed by the drastic turn of events when they saw him crying.

He threw up blood earlier, and now he's crying! What on earth is going on?

Meanwhile, when Max finally focused on the last word and read the entire phrase, ”Loyalty to the Country,” he realized he was staring at the back of a heroic figure.

Somehow, the back that was facing him exuded a sense of hopelessness. However, for the sake of the greater good, the person had no choice but to depart silently.

Max only managed to snap out of the mysterious sensation after the back of the person was out of his sight.

“Was that Harold, the God of War?” Max muttered to himself as he placed the magnifying glass down.

Yulian looked anxious as he asked, “Did you see anything weird, Mr. Brady?”

Yuvan and the others, too, were staring at Max curiously.

“After appraising this, I'm confident that Harold, the God of War, wrote it. However, I'm slightly confused now. These words shouldn't have evoked such feelings,” Max said. His words contradicted himself.

“But that makes no sense! If this is the real piece, does that mean that Mr. Jennings' piece is a counterfeit?” Yulian turned around to face Yuvan. He was enraged while questioning the latter, “How dare you use a counterfeit to fool my dad!”

Yuvan was embarrassed as he attempted to explain himself, “I-I had no idea it was a counterfeit! I bought it from a well-known international antiques and collectibles auction house. I didn't expect to find counterfeits in such a location!”
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