The Man’s Decree

The Man’s Decree Novel Chapter 28

The Horington Antique Street was the largest antique market in Jazona. Many antique collectors would visit it, hoping to score a treasure. Both sides of the street were filled with roadside stalls that displayed all sorts of antiques, including silverware, bronze coins, paintings, etc.

One could find everything under the sun there. Nevertheless, one also had to rely on one’s eye to tell the genuine goods apart from the fakes. Even the most experienced antique specialists could be fooled due to the excellent quality of the imitations.

As a result, it was very difficult to discern the authenticity of the items sold. One would have to rely on both skill and luck to be able to spot any treasures.

Since it was Kai’s first time in a place like that, his curiosity was piqued by the smorgasbord of items on display.

When they saw the look on Kai’s face, many of the stall owners smiled in glee. To them, he was obviously a fool that could easily be cheated.

“Kid, what are you looking for? I have everything here, and I guarantee they’re all authentic!”

Armed with a welcoming smile, a fat stall owner pulled Kai toward his stall. Then, he whispered in Kai’s ear, “Let me tell you, everything I’m selling was excavated from the ground and is at least a thousand years old. If you buy them, you would definitely make a fortune by reselling them!”

There were more than a dozen loose items strewn across it, and all of them looked

fat man turned on his charm. “Kid, why don’t you take a look and see if there’s anything you like? I’m being forced to sell them because someone in the family is sick, and I need money for the medical bills. Or else, I wouldn’t even be

picked up a piece of iron ore that was covered with rust. Then, he began

the pile of inanimate objects, only the unassuming lump of

an insignia carried by a palace guard in ancient times. Unfortunately, it was soaked

description of the item when he noticed how fascinated Kai was

profit again by selling that lump of worn-out

are the easiest to trick. This time, the fatty

stalls began gossiping

nod to himself. Holding the piece of iron ore, he

stall owner smiled cunningly to himself. He added earnestly, “That goes without saying. My wares are the best, and I’ve never cheated anyone before. If not for a sick family member, I wouldn’t be selling it for ten thousand as I consider

owner continued his story, his eyes began to

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