Emma Eddie sat on the sofa, waiting quietly.
Her gaze swept over the seemingly plain reception room, but inwardly, she was astonished.
Leaving everything else aside, judging by its style, the vase on the right as she entered must have dated from the late papal era.
It depicted the story of "God Blessing the Faithful."
After a brief examination, Emma Eddie concluded that the vase was genuine.
Besides the vase, an oil painting depicting a battle from the "Years of Resistance" hung in the reception room. Although it had clearly been restored, it was still worth a considerable sum.
The vase is probably worth around 150,000, and the painting at least 100,000. With the right buyer, it could fetch another 20,000 to 30,000.
He's wealthier than I imagined.
Still, running into that fellow was rotten luck for you.
Emma Eddie suddenly sighed.
Of course, it was merely a sigh. She felt absolutely no sympathy.
Emma Eddie had dealt with these so-called collectors more than once. She knew perfectly well what they really were.
They were no different from street thieves and robbers.
At most, they dressed themselves up with grand titles.
Some of the tricks they used to swindle and seize possessions were downright chilling.
Perhaps genuine collectors did exist.
But Emma Eddie had never met one.
She held out little hope for Pute, either.
Ever since she entered, her intuition had told her that this place was full of malice and extremely dangerous.
Especially when Pute appeared.
The collector, who enjoyed quite a reputation in Aikend City, was already advanced in years. His hair was graying, and time had left its marks on his gaunt face. Although he needed no assistance walking, he moved slowly. It took him three or four seconds to walk from the door to Emma