Gate of Apocalypse

Chapter 223 [It's Yours] (below)

The fairy voice smiled, “I'm afraid I'm the first person in a thousand years to see the handle and blade completely. ”

“Seems so.” Chen Xiaoliang nodded: “Your family ancestors only saw the sword blade, you have seen the complete. ”

He looked into the fairy voice's eyes: "Now… you can fulfill your words. ”

The fairy noise nodded: "Well, okay, I won't eat my words. But... you should know that I don't have the blade on me and I can take you there to get it. ”

“To where? Your home? ”

“Of course not.” The fairy voice laughed: “Naturally, this stuff doesn't hide in any vault in the house. Those who attacked me must have gone to my house to search. ”

“So you hid it in a very safe place? ”

"Don't worry, that place is safe, no one will ever think of a hiding place. ”

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Four people immediately left the castle, led by the fairy voice, to the location of the sword blade collection.

And this place surprised Chen Xiaolian a little.

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Around 2 p.m., the car drove to a place in the West End of London called Bonin Street.

Like most streets in London, the street is not wide and only has two-way driveways. Neither side of the building is a high-rise building.

However, the environment is quiet and the streets are clean, with trees planted on both sides of the road.

The car stopped at the intersection of this street at the point of Immortal Sound.

The left side of the head is facing an iron fence gate.

There was a copper sign on the door, and Chen Xiaolian glanced at it.

“Issa Museum of Art"

Chen Xiaoliang frowned: “Where is this? ”

“A private art museum, very small.” Xianyin sits in the co-pilot's seat: “This museum was funded by our family, and, uh, actually, we invested in it, which is sort of my family's property.

Not surprisingly, in the UK, many of the aristocrats who love art invest in building small museums. ”

“You... hid the sword blade here? ”

Chen Xiaolian looked at the building in front of him.

In the gate of the fence is a small yard, a circular fountain, and in the middle of the pool is a bronze statue.

There was only one building in the yard, a red house with only three floors, red bricks, which looked ancient.

Several people stepped out of the car and crossed the road to the gate of the fence.

Looking at the closed fence door, Chen Xiaoliang frowned: “Is this not open? ”

“Private museums are generally not open to the public. It's just that there are occasional art salons here between the nobles, or inviting some of the more famous artists to put their works on display here. Of course, some of our family's own art collections are also stored and displayed here. However, they are usually collected in the basement and will only be taken out when they need to be displayed. ”

The fairy voice answered very bluntly, and she walked to the side of the fence door electronic lock - an electronic lock with an input password, the fairy voice pressed the password and the fence door opened automatically.

“Is there no administrator here?” Chen Xiaolian looked at the quiet courtyard.

“It's afternoon tea time, gentlemen.” The fairy voice smiles lightly: “You really don't know English life. ”

When the fence door opened, Xianyin first walked in, and Chen Xiaocao and others followed.

The fountain in the yard was not open, and there was not even water in it.

The sculptures in it are not classical sculptures, not to mention warriors.

Chen Xiaocai was surprised that the sculpture was actually a man wearing a tuxedo with a hat and a crutch in his hand.

Copper sculptures are made in roughly a one-to-one ratio.

“Who is this? ”

“My great-grandfather.” The fairy voice laughed: “This museum was built by him. It's an ancient place… went through World War II when the Germans bombed London.

At that time, the place was bombed, the house collapsed in half, even my great-grandfather's bronze statue was temporarily moved into the basement, otherwise it would have been destroyed. ”

Chen Xiaoliang walked to the door of the museum.

The door was locked and Chen Xiaocai glanced at the fairy sounds.

“Don't look at me. Do you think I'll carry all my property door keys with me when I go out?” The fairy tone leaves its mouth open.

As the tire went up, he took out a shovel and broke the door lock as soon as it shoveled down.

“Please.” The tire looked at the fairy sound.

This is certainly not a big place, and the gap is too far compared to the museum in the true sense that Chen Xiaocai is familiar with.

The lobby is, to be precise, almost a larger living room.

The corridors on the left and right lead to two large lounges. The fairy sounds introduced the venue where the salon was held during the exhibition, which is now empty.

“Everything is hidden in the basement.” The fairy voice faded: “There is a storage room where some of our family's artwork is preserved with a constant temperature and humidity system. Of course, the sword blade in the stone that you're looking for is there. ”

Chen Xiaolei frowned: “Hide things in your own museum storeroom... do you think this place is safe? ”

“If I hadn't met monsters like you, or those who attacked me… such a storage would have been safe enough. I didn't know it was so precious, and in recent generations our family has just treated it as a regular piece of antique art, which is actually just a rusty strip of metal. ”

There was a small elevator in the lobby that took the elevator to the basement.

Obviously, this basement is deep, but the ventilation system is good.

Once you arrive in the basement by elevator, you won't feel stuffy breathing.

The elevator comes out, it's an aisle, and the aisle only looks like a short four or five meters, at the end is a circular arch, and the gate is metal.

This metal door should be the same as the vault door in the bank.

Xianyin walks to the vault door. First she entered the unlock code, and then she stuck it on a scanner, and a red light scanned her eyes.

Ding, show the scan through.

This heavy vault door opens slowly.

“The vault was built by the great-grandchildren, but the vault's doors and access control system were replaced by my father. Maybe with new technology in the future, I'll replace it with something more advanced.” The fairy voice points to the vault door: “Well, it's okay now, let's go in. ”

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The vault is bigger than imagined!

Chen Xiaocai walked in and took a lap. There is probably a standard basketball court about the size of it.

There are many characteristic cabinets on both sides, as well as some iron shelves.

Chen Xiaocai noticed that there are many art collections.

At least from the bare iron shelves, he sees a lot of eastern porcelain.

There are vases and plates of various sizes.

Chen Xiaocai didn't know much about the artwork, but he picked up a round plate with a beautiful blue pattern.

looked casually at the bottom of the plate.

“The Qing Dynasty of the Year"

Chen Xiaoliang stunned.

“Is this all real?” Chen Xiaocai glanced at what was on the shelf… there were more than thirty similar plates, and there were many bottles and stuff. He looked at the fairy voice: "Your ancestors didn't join the Eight Kingdoms, did they? ”

“Does it make sense?” The fairy tone whispered.

Chen Xiaocai thought about it and didn't say anything. He put the plate back on the shelf.

Along the wall, there are lots of paintings, some hanging on the wall, others wrapped and placed on the ground.

Chen Xiaolian even saw two very ancient stone statues.

“Maya? Aztec?” Chen Xiaoxiao looked at the fairy sounds.

“I'm not an expert either, I only know oil paintings better in terms of art.” The fairy voice faded.

Chen Xiaoliang's eyes turned around and suddenly found that a strange thing was placed in a cabinet.

This is…

An umbrella?!

Hmm?

Chen Xiaolian took a closer look and walked a few steps.

That's right, it's really an umbrella.

It's the most common, honest wooden umbrella.

Black umbrella cloth. The skeleton of the umbrella should be metallic, but not too rusty to leave.

It's weird.

Is this also a work of art?

Chen Xiaoliang really can't see anything special about this thing.

This kind of umbrella… Although the style is a bit old, I'm afraid if you go to the flea market, grab a big one.

“Is this your family's collection too?” Chen Xiaolian pointed at the umbrella on the shelf and smiled.

“Collectibles don't necessarily have to be valuable.” The fairy tone slows down: “Perhaps it has some special significance for the person who collects this thing. ”

The fairy voice glanced at the umbrella and smiled bitterly: “I don't know why this thing is here, it should be my grandfather or great-grandfather who put it here. Maybe something more meaningful to them. ”

Chen Xiaocai was a little curious, but just a little curious. After looking at him twice more, he moved his eyes away.

“So, where is the blade?” He looked at the fairy sounds.

The fairy sounds went to the right row of cabinets, she swept briefly, and then walked to the second row of the third row of cabinets.

The fairy voice pulled open the cabinet and placed a wooden box inside.

Long strip shape.

Chen Xiaoliang and tire spare tires immediately walked over.

The fairy voice opened the wooden box and Chen Xiaolian's eyes contracted immediately.

In the wooden box, is a long strip of metal.

There is a lot of rust on it… but obviously this thing is much better preserved than a sword handle.

Probably because the Normans have always had good conditions of preservation in their hands.

So even though there is rust on it, it is not as damaged as the handle of a sword.

At the very least, you can see what the original blade looks like.

“Now it's yours.” The fairy voice smiled faintly, handed the box to Chen Xiaolian, and took the initiative to step back.

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[Thank you for your blessings ~

Tell me, I'm going to Shanghai tomorrow, the 22nd.

At 4pm on 22nd, Changtai Square, Pudong New District, Shanghai, I will attend a readers' meeting at a starting point.

Welcome to Shanghai.

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