Wizard: I can extract identities

"Hmm? What is this man holding?" Cassius frowned and couldn't help but move closer.

At this time, many figures had gathered around the man, most of them were watching the excitement, and some even showed a gloating look.

And the man in the center, who was the focus of all attention, said excitedly: "This parchment scroll is a treasure handed down from my family. If I didn't need money urgently, I would never sell it, but now..."

As the man spoke, he opened the parchment with trembling hands, and a pattern suddenly appeared in front of everyone. It was a landscape painting!

The picture showed a big river, with beautiful scenery and trees on both sides, and on the river, there was only a small boat, floating alone on the river.

There was a woman sitting on the boat, her clothes fluttering, her face was blurred, but she gave people the feeling of being extremely elegant and refined, with outstanding temperament.

"This is an ancient painting, it is worth a lot of money!" The man said proudly.

He seemed to believe in what he said, but no one around paid attention to him, because they had seen this routine many times, and it was obviously a lie.

When the man opened the painting, Cassius' pupils shrank. He sensed something unusual from the painting. The painting was a supernatural ritual.

However, Cassius did not move or say anything, but just stared at the man quietly. This situation was obviously strange, and he wanted to see how the other party would perform next.

However, perhaps it was to cooperate with the acting, or maybe he really wanted to. In short, when the man finished showing the parchment scroll, soon someone asked: "You said this painting is real, do you have any evidence?"

Hearing this, the man was stunned at first, and then replied: "This painting is indeed a family heirloom, and it was kept by my father after my grandfather died!"

After hearing this, there was a burst of boos around, obviously sneering at the man's words.

"Hmph." The man snorted coldly, and then added: "I know you don't believe it, but please be patient. Are there any professionals in identification among you? You can come and identify it!"

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings were silent, and no one dared to stand up.

After all, no one can say for sure about identification. If the other party blames you for damaging the items during the identification, and asks you to buy them by force, even though there are so many witnesses, there will be a lot of trouble.

"Let me do it." At this time, someone finally stood up.

Casius narrowed his eyes and stared at the man who walked out. The man looked to be in his fifties, well-dressed, with a goatee, sharp eyes like a hawk, and looked very refined overall.

"It's Master Morey!"

The person who spoke was a well-known appraiser in the antique street, named Morey. He helped people identify a lot on weekdays, and his identification skills were quite high. He was very respected in the antique street and had a high prestige. Therefore, when he came out, everyone could rest assured.

Morey walked slowly to the scroll and observed it carefully. After thinking for a moment, he reached out and touched the picture, and then a solemn look appeared on his face.

"This is the original, and it has a history of at least 700 years!" Morey said affirmatively.

As soon as this was said, the originally noisy surroundings suddenly became quiet, and then there was a lot of discussion.

"Seven hundred years? Master Morey is not wrong!" Someone couldn't help but mutter.

"Could it be that the two of them colluded to cheat people?"

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For a while, various speculations emerged one after another, and while everyone was discussing, Cassius showed a sneer on his face.

Although Morey had a supernatural relic to cover up his breath, the grade of the supernatural relic on his body was not high. If it was an ordinary first-level supernatural, he might not find the problem, but Cassius could not hide it.

In Cassius's perception, Morey was obviously a first-level supernatural, plus the scroll that recorded the supernatural ritual, this matter was obviously a conspiracy, a conspiracy against other supernaturals.

As long as a supernatural person senses the supernatural ritual on the scroll and buys it, it is undoubtedly equivalent to stepping into a trap.

"Everyone, I am also somewhat famous in the antique street. My appraisal ability and reputation are obvious to all. This painting is definitely authentic." Morey said seriously word by word: "If I have made a mistake in appraising this painting, then I am willing to buy it at the original price and never appraise it again!"

As soon as Morey finished speaking, someone in the crowd stood up and said: "Since Master Morey has said so, I naturally believe Master Morey. I wonder how much this painting costs?"

"Fifteen thousand!" The man said: "However, I have to say it in advance. This painting is my ancestral heirloom. I will not bargain. If you think it is expensive, you can leave without forcing yourself."

Although Morey guaranteed it, the price of fifteen thousand still scared away many people.

After all, fifteen hundred thousand is not a small amount. Few people present can afford it, and those who can afford it may not be willing to spend it.

"Can you let me see the painting?" Suddenly, a voice sounded, and people looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a man coming out.

The man was handsome, but thin, pale, and with thin lips, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and a feminine aura came over him.

"Of course." The man handed the painting to the other party, and the other party carefully examined it. He looked very carefully, not missing any corner.

After a while, the man retracted his gaze and said lightly: "I want this painting!"

The man's face suddenly showed an ecstatic expression, and he was about to agree to the deal.

But at this moment, the man suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and at the same time, a rough palm was placed on his shoulder, making him unable to move at all.

The man turned his head and saw a young man in a black robe looking down at him, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

"Sir, what are you doing?" Morey frowned and asked.

The young man grinned and showed a cruel smile, saying: "Sorry, I am also interested in this painting and want to buy it!"

"I'll offer 160,000!" The young man directly reported a number.

"Two hundred thousand!" The man who spoke first continued to bid without hesitation, with a crazy look on his face.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand." The young man said lightly.

"Three hundred thousand!"

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The two people kept fighting, and the atmosphere became more and more tense, and judging from the postures of the two people, they seemed to be about to fight.

"You two, why do you have to do this?" Morey advised. He didn't want the two sides to fight and make things worse. After all, their intentions were not pure and it would not benefit anyone if the matter got out of hand.