The Man's Decree

Chapter 28 A Fool

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 Jared’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 Jared’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!”

smile, a fat stall owner pulled Jared toward his stall. Then, he whispered in Jared’s ear, “Let me tell you, everything I’m selling was excavated from the ground and is at least a thousand

loose items strewn across it, and all of them looked really old. In fact, some of the

at his stall, the 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

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

only the unassuming lump of iron ore was emitting a faint hint of

truly have a good eye. This is an insignia carried by a palace guard in ancient times. Unfortunately, it was soaked in water

enthusiastic description of the

tidy profit again by selling that lump of worn-out iron ore for

guy are the easiest to trick. This time, the fatty is definitely going to

began gossiping among themselves as they watched

to himself. Holding the piece of iron ore, he could feel the rush of its spiritual energy

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