Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 377 - 283: Too much excitement is not a good thing! _2

Chapter 377: Chapter 283: Too much excitement is not a good thing! _2

Upon hearing Torris Connor’s words, although Morton Lancaster was somewhat reluctant, he could only nod in agreement.

"Alright, we can continue now." Torris Connor said with a smile, "I hope that the previous incident won’t affect our mood."

Sean Knight nodded and said:

"You guys can appraise it now. But I hope you can hold back a bit."

After saying this, he signaled to Lincoln Harrington.

Lincoln Harrington pushed the Golden Battle Skirt back to the center of the table.

Morton Lancaster took out a magnifying glass, while Triseris Parker, who was standing next to him, leaned forward and started to examine the Golden Battle Skirt.

Sean Knight was not worried at all, casually sipping on his tea.

On the contrary, Lincoln Harrington was quite nervous, constantly keeping an eye on Morton Lancaster, fearing that the old man might suddenly rush to snatch the Golden Battle Skirt away, which would be quite troublesome.

Fortunately, Morton Lancaster’s previous excitement was merely temporary. Now that the Golden Battle Skirt was within his reach, he calmed down, inspecting the patterns and craftsmanship on it meticulously through his magnifying glass.

He had previously mentioned that it was like the Golden Shawl, but when he was asked to appraise it, he did not perform perfunctorily.

Triseris Parker was also observing very attentively, mainly focusing on the patterns on the Battle Skirt.

After observing for a while, he returned to his original seating position and sighed to Sean Knight, saying:

"The patterns are very similar to those on the Molde Shawl. Of course, as it is handcrafted, there are bound to be some minor differences. But the same pattern style is recognizable.

Besides..."

He hesitated as he said this, glanced at Torris Connor, and added:

"I am pretty accurate in saying that the specifications of this Battle Skirt are higher than that Shawl! If it was unearthed from a tomb, then the rank of that tomb should be higher!"

The way he spoke, indicated signs of hostility.

After all, the higher the value of the Golden Battle Skirt, the more money Torris Connor would have to pay Sean Knight.

At this moment, Morton Lancaster suddenly exclaimed, his hand already reaching towards the Battle Skirt.

Lincoln Harrington quickly moved the Battle Skirt away, apparently not planning to let Morton Lancaster inspect it any further.

Given what had happened before, it was difficult for anyone to trust the old man.

With gloves on his hands and being very steady, Lincoln Harrington’s action did not worry Sean Knight.

"Be careful!" Morton Lancaster warned anxiously, fearing that Lincoln Harrington would deform the Battle Skirt.

Then he realized why Lincoln Harrington had moved, and quickly explained:

"I saw a tiny scratch on the inside of the Battle Skirt, and the scratch is quite complex. I was judging whether this scratch was accidental damage or a remnant of a glyph from that time..."

"What?" Upon hearing this, both Torris Connor and Triseris Parker stood up suddenly!

If there were indeed glyphs, then the value of this Battle Skirt would shoot up!

The modern British people are descendants of the Celtic people who migrated from Western Europe to the British Isles three thousand years ago.

The ancestor of the modern English language is Old English, which appeared around the fourth century CE, not even more than 1600 years ago.

If a glyph-like object dating back over 3000 years was discovered on the British Isles, given the nature of Western archaeology, the entire archaeological world would probably be shaken!

Sean Knight smiled and said:

"Of course, it needs to be inspected closely. Lincoln, let Professor Lancaster take a look. But Mr. Lancaster, please remain calm, or it will be difficult to keep the Battle Skirt intact."

The meaning of Sean Knight’s words was clear. Morton Lancaster, thick-skinned as he was, pretended not to understand. When Lincoln Harrington pushed the Golden Battle Skirt back, he immediately laid his hands on it, flipped it over, and looked closely at the scratch.

In fact, Sean Knight had noticed the scratch early on, but he didn’t think it was any kind of glyph. It was likely just a mark left by the craftsmen while hammering out the pattern.

Of course, it could also be a scratch left by the wearer of the Battle Skirt after burial.

After all, Sean Knight, as a university graduate, had some understanding of China’s textual heritage.

If it was truly a glyph, then this scratch would have to be compared with the Jiahu bone flute that is eight thousand years old - but this scratch was clearly not as clear, and wasn’t in a noticeable position either.

Of course, Sean Knight chose not to debunk it. If it could increase the value of the Battle Skirt, why not?

However, in the end, Morton Lancaster could not confirm whether the scratch was a glyph or not.

After all, he was an archaeologist, not a language specialist.

"I am now very certain that this is indeed from the same period as the Molde Shawl - a Golden product from the northern region of Wales from over three thousand years ago."

In the end, Morton Lancaster made his conclusion.

And Triseris Parker nodded his agreement:

"I share that view. In my opinion, this golden battle skirt is a higher grade of gold item, more exquisitely made, and of a larger scale!

If we can find where it originates from, it will be powerful evidence of the possible existence of an ancient civilization in the area of Wales!"

Upon hearing the two of them speak in this manner, both Sean Knight and Torris Connor laughed.

Lincoln Harrington casually took the battle skirt back and put it back into its box.

Although he didn’t carry it away, he kept staring at it intensely.

Even though Morton Lancaster was unwilling, he had no choice after all. This object originally belonged to someone else, and it didn’t yet belong to Torris Connor.

Inwardly, he thought to himself that once Torris Connor bought this golden battle skirt, he would certainly study it thoroughly!

At this point, Torris Connor’s role emerged. He stood up and said to Morton Lancaster and Triseris Parker:

"Thanks for your help, gentlemen. I have reserved a table with delicious food in the dining hall. After coming from such a long distance, I suggest you take a chance to taste it. There is also something planned for later, and you can enjoy the night life here."

Even though Morton Lancaster was somewhat unsatisfied and wanted to say something, Triseris Parker knew better and immediately dragged him away, saying:

"Then, we should be going. Thank you for your kind hospitality, Mr. Connor."

Obviously, Triseris Parker understood that the environment for discussing the price was not one in which the two of them should participate.

Perhaps Torris Connor didn’t want both of them involved in the appraisal, he had his own ideas.

After the two men left, Torris Connor asked Sean Knight:

"Mr. Knight, we are both at ease now. So, let’s talk about the price."

Saen Knight shook his head and said:

"I will only trade this golden battle skirt, not sell it."

"Trade?" Torris Connor raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding.

"I am hoping Mr. Connor can find some Chinese cultural relics, of course, those that are of comparable value, and trade them for this."

Saen Knight appeared very calm, but he was very confident in this transaction.

There are at least several million Chinese cultural relics scattered all over the world.

But this golden battle skirt from northern Wales is the only one in the entire world.

As the seller in a seller’s market, naturally, he gets to dictate the terms.

Torris Connor glanced at Sean Knight and after realizing that he wasn’t joking, he pondered for a moment before saying:

"I offer one billion US dollars! Wouldn’t it be better for you to buy the cultural relics with the money? This price is enough to buy a lot of such reliques!"

Whether it was Elijah Hastings and the others, or the two bodyguards in black suits behind Torris Connor, they all gasped upon hearing that he wanted to buy the golden battle skirt for a billion US dollars!

This simple gold object for one billion US dollars!

Worth it?

Of course, in Torris Connor’s eyes, it definitely was.

It’s the only one in the entire world, and there may be text symbols scratched into it!

So whatever price he quotes, as long as he insists, if the other party wants to buy it, they will have to follow his way.

Sean Knight shook his head: "No, no, no, only trade, not sell. I believe Mr. Connor is capable of finding something that will satisfy me."

Sean Knight wasn’t moved by an offer of a billion dollars, which surprised Torris Connor a bit, but also left him somewhat disappointed.

His purchase of this golden battle skirt had political implications. Although his father loved to collect, he did not. So, he basically didn’t involve himself in it.

Now, he found himself going back into the collecting circle.

However, Torris Connor realized that when he offered a billion dollars, Sean Knight did not noticeably hesitate. Unless he was particularly determined, it seemed likely that the young man in front of him was not short of money.

Thinking about his father’s collection that was crammed into a certain basement somewhere and the fact that his father had friends who collected, Torris Connor felt that this matter was not difficult to manage.

So he said to Sean Knight:

"You at least have to give me a direction, and tell me approximately what you need for the exchange. Will something like porcelain work?"

"Porcelain definitely won’t work. Ideally, it would be valuable ancient books, like the kind taken from Dunhuang," Saen Knight immediately made a high demand, "Bronze ware, at least the inscribed kind; bamboo slips and such... Of course, Mr. Connor, I trust you understand that it will not be possible to trade the golden battle skirt for just one or two such items."

"I understand. Wait for my news." Torris Connor didn’t delay. He stood up, indicating he was going to sort things out.